Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

"..."

It is certain that Fu Han is seducing her.

Wen Qingyue swallowed her saliva, abruptly looked away, and firmly refused, "No!"

Fu Han chuckled, turned and went into the bathroom.

Hearing the closing of the bathroom door and the sound of water coming from inside, Wen Qingyue exhaled, got up holding her beating heart, stood by the bed and looked at the fluttering snow outside the window.

Wen Qingyue was looking at it vigorously, when she suddenly heard a cell phone ringing, she looked back, it was Fu Han's cell phone on the sofa, she glanced at the man in the bathroom, but didn't pick it up.

She never liked to look at the other half's mobile phone, but after hanging up the phone, she called again a few seconds later, the ringtone rang tirelessly, and the person on the other side waited patiently.

Wen Qingyue walked to the side of the sofa, looked down, and the words Su Wanyu made her raise her eyebrows.

She stared at the phone for a long time, the phone automatically hung up, Wen Qingyue sat down on the sofa, just as she sat down, the ringtone rang again, and her calm mood was suddenly disturbed by the ringtone, making her a little impetuous.

Wen Qingyue frowned and remained silent for two seconds, then hung up the phone.

This time Su Wanyu didn't call again. One minute later, the off-screen phone turned on again, and a message popped up. Wen Qingyue slightly lifted her eyelids, and saw a short section of the message.

"Answer the phone, don't you want to keep hiding..."

The message is too long, the second half is hidden and cannot be seen, but the dozen or so words are enough to attract people's imagination, enough for Wen Qingyue to associate.

Fu Han hid Su Wanyu?Why?what happened last night

Fu Han came out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist. There was still hot air wafting out behind him. His short wet hair was still dripping. The air conditioner in the room was fully turned on and the floor was heated. cold.

"Why are you sitting here?" Fu Han wiped off the moisture, shook his hair, raised his hand to stroke back the broken hair that covered his eyes, revealing his full forehead and sharp eyes.

Wen Qingyue crossed her legs, rested her elbows on the back of the sofa, propped her cheeks, and tilted her head to look at him enchantingly, "You have a phone call, and Su Wanyu has called several times. Maybe there is something urgent for you."

Fu Han paused, walked over and bent down to pick up the phone, took a look at it, then turned off the phone and put it back.

"You won't call back?" Wen Qingyue's eyes fell on his face, Fu Han looked at her, and they looked into each other's eyes.

"No, she went to S City to film a movie, and saw the trending search and asked about the situation."

"Oh." Wen Qingyue sat upright, got up and walked to the bed like him, opened the window to look at the snow, the cold wind blew in, she shivered in the cold, her impetuous emotions instantly calmed down, her brain calmed down, and her thoughts slowly turn.

Fu Han threw the towel to wipe his hair on the back of the sofa, approached her, stood behind her and closed the window with his hand, "Don't torture yourself."

Looking at his arm with a thin layer of muscle, Wen Qingyue said in a flat tone: "I didn't torture myself, I just wanted to see what it would be like to see snow at night."

Fu Han stretched out his hand and pulled her to turn around and walk back, telling her to go back to bed, "Tomorrow I will rest and take you to play in the snow, now sleep well and recover from illness."

Wen Qingyue turned to look at him, "Aren't you going to work tomorrow on Tuesday?"

He had just experienced the hot search incident, and he was still able to play leisurely.

Standing on the other side, Fu Han plugged in the hair dryer, and said, "I'm the boss, so I don't need to do everything myself, the employees are here to do things for me."

After the words fell, there was a buzzing wind, Wen Qingyue licked her chapped lips, she had nothing to say, she lifted the quilt and went to bed, and leaned against the bedside table to brush her phone.

She scrolled through Moments boringly. There were not many friends in Moments, and they were basically occupied by Fang Xiaoyuan. When she swiped down, the word Su Wanyu made her snap her fingers and stay on the Moments page she had posted.

"Join the group tomorrow, and we won't see each other for half a month. Don't miss me too much." At first glance, there is no deep meaning. The accompanying picture is a family eating around the dining table from her perspective. Showing her face, there was only one head with pointed ears, but Wen Qingyue recognized Fu Han at a glance.

This photo was taken suddenly, and she was the only one looking at the camera, as if it was taken casually, but coincidentally, only Fu Han did not show his face, as if Su Wanyu was deliberately protecting him and not letting him show his face.

No matter how private an artist's circle of friends is, it is inevitable that screenshots will be posted online, so is she so careful?

Wen Qingyue swipe the screen with her fingers, only to see a mutual friend's thumbs up, and this person is Su Yan.

He obviously only met last night, why did Su Wanyu say that Fu Han has been avoiding him?

Did something happen between them?

Uncontrollably, the smell of lipstick and perfume came back to Fu Han's mind when he came back drunk from a social event last time. Both he and Su Wanyu were drunk that day, and it took him more than half an hour to come back.

The buzzing sound of the hair dryer in the room stopped, Fu Han came over, saw her holding the phone in a daze, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"Huh?" Wen Qingyue came back to her senses, put away her phone, "I was thinking about where you are going to take me on a date tomorrow."

Fu Han lifted the corner of the quilt on the other side and went to bed, reached out and hooked the bridge of her nose, and said, "I'll find out tomorrow, go to sleep."

He turned off the light and lay down, Wen Qingyue frowned, turned on the bedside lamp, moved to his side, pressed his upper body on him, looked up at him, "I can't sleep."

She rubbed her fingers on the bridge of his nose, and her fingertips slid down a little bit, pressing on the man's lips, "I slept all day during the day, and I really couldn't sleep."

The two got close, each other's heartbeats vibrated at the same frequency through the fabric of the clothing, her warm breath was entwined with his, the long hair fell between his neck, it scratched his skin when he moved, and it was a little itchy.

Fu Han reached out to brush her hair away, and said, "Then what do you want to do? I'll accompany you."

Wen Qingyue's eyes moved slightly, she exhaled like blue, and kissed him on the lips, "Do what adults should do at this time."

After the words fell, she watched the darkness in the depths of Fu Han's eyes surging and rolling, as if it was going to swallow her up.

Fu Han turned over and pressed her under him, breathing heavily, Wen Qingyue hooked his neck, but it didn't happen as expected, Fu Han rolled his Adam's apple and said, "Shall I tell a story?"

bed time story.

Wen Qingyue: "..."

Fu Han got up and got out of bed to get a book. The corner of Wen Qingyue's mouth twitched, she turned over and grabbed him, her slender legs hooked his legs, "I don't want to listen to stories, you can chat with me for a while."

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Fu Han sat back and put his arms around her.

"Talking..." Wen Qingyue's eyes rolled, her hands got into his nightgown, and she touched his abdominal muscles contentedly, feeling someone's tight lines.

"Don't make trouble!" Fu Han pressed her hand, breathing a little rough.

Wen Qingyue curled her lips in boredom, and said, "Talk about what you did at Su's house last night? Why did you come to me after dinner so early? Why did you hide from Su Wanyu—"

The last sentence was her key point. Fu Han's eyes darkened, and he sighed helplessly, knowing that she had seen the message.