Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

The downstairs was completely quiet, Wen Qingyue's ears were clean, she fell back and sank into the soft eiderdown quilt.

She just lay there for 10 minutes, and the more she lay down, the more awake she became. She simply got up on her stomach, washed, changed into sportswear, and went downstairs for a morning run.

Wen Canghai didn't go to the company until nine o'clock. He hadn't woken up yet, and the servant was preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

Wen Qingyue walked to the door of the kitchen, opened the refrigerator to get water, the servant heard the voice and turned to see her, and hurriedly greeted, "Miss, you are up, breakfast will have to wait for a while."

Wen Qingyue unscrewed the bottle cap and drank some water, then twisted the cap back and said, "Well, it's okay, you take your time, I'll go for a run."

After the words fell, he carried water, put on his earphones and went out.

The servant watched her leave with a strange expression.

Half an hour later, Wen Qingyue came home from her morning run. As soon as she entered the house, the servants' discussions in the room came to her ears.

"There will be no peace in this house in the future!"

"That's right. Miss Shuangshuang committed suicide last night. The butler said that the new lady had no expression on her face, she wasn't afraid at all, and she went to bed early!"

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows slightly, listening to the two servants discussing herself behind her back, she changed her shoes and came out from the entrance.

The two servants were cleaning and chatting in the kitchen, not noticing her return at all.

"Oh my God, I was so scared to death watching that scene last night. That month, the bed sheet was dyed a lot of red, and I couldn't even wash it off! It's too scary!"

"No, Miss Yueyue is too cold-blooded this time, she can still sleep peacefully like that last night, and went for a morning run this morning as if nothing happened!"

Wen Qingyue stood at the door of the kitchen, leaning on the refrigerator with her upper body, listening to the discussion inside with disinterest.

"Yueyue, what are you doing standing there?"

As soon as Wen Cun and Wen Ziming entered the room, they saw such a scene and heard the servant's last words, but they didn't hear all of them.

Wen Qingyue turned her head to look at the two of them, and the servants in the kitchen turned their heads at the same time. When they saw Wen Qingyue standing at the door, their expressions changed instantly.

"It's nothing, just listen to the gossip." Wen Qingyue didn't even look at the two servants, she glanced at Wen Ziming from the corner of her eyes and quickly looked away.

She said she was eavesdropping on gossip, but Wen Cun could understand from the faces of the two servants that the gossip was not simple, even if it was some gossip about her, she could still laugh and joke.

"Going for a run?" She didn't say anything, and Wen Cun couldn't say anything. Seeing that her face was rosy, and there was still fine sweat on her forehead, she asked casually.

Wen Qingyue nodded, "Well, big brother, I'll go back to the room and take a shower first. You probably didn't have a good rest last night, so go rest after breakfast."

Wen Cun nodded, "Go, we'll wait for you to have breakfast together."

Wen Qingyue nodded and went upstairs quickly.

From the beginning to the end, there was no eye contact with Wen Ziming.

Wen Ziming saw how she was getting along with Wen Cun, and snorted coldly in his heart, pulled the chair in front of the dining table and sat down, "I'm so exhausted, no one is waiting for her, I'll go to sleep after eating!"

Wen Cun shook his head helplessly, looked back at the two servants who dared not speak in the kitchen, thought about the half-sentence he heard at the entrance and their reaction, coughed, and said: "Auntie, a good word San Dong Nuan, June Han with bad words, Yue Yue is young, pure and kind-hearted, I hope you don't make her sad."

The two aunts were shocked, looked up at him, then hurriedly lowered their heads, trembling in response.

Wen Ziming raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, but did not refute Wen Cun's words.

After Wen Qingyue packed up and went downstairs, Wen Cun was still waiting for her, and Wen Ziming was still there, but he was almost done eating.

"Yueyue, come here!"

"Here we come." Wen Qingyue walked to Wen Cun's side, and Wen Cun pulled a chair for her.

After sitting down, the three brothers and sisters ate breakfast quietly, Wen Cun said a few words from time to time, and Wen Qingyue would answer a few words.

After Wen Ziming finished his last mouthful of porridge, he said abruptly, "Don't you ask how Shuangshuang's injury is?"

After chatting with his eldest brother last night, he tried to let go of some prejudices. After he came back, he had been waiting for Wen Qingyue to speak, but after a long time, Wen Qingyue didn't even say a word about the hospital.

The atmosphere became cold because of his words, Wen Cun frowned, and wanted to change the topic, but Wen Qingyue said flatly: "I don't want to."

Wen Ziming's eyes instantly ignited two flames, and the muscles on his face were tense, "Both are injured like that, ordinary people know how to ask about the situation, but you as a family are indifferent!"

Wen Qingyue put down the spoon, looked up at him, there was no emotion in her clear eyes, "It's not normal for me to care about her, she hurt me several times, it's good that I didn't stand by last night, you still expect me to be generous Care about her?!"

She paused, and said with a sneer, "Wen Ziming, are you out of your mind?"

boom!Wen Ziming was so angry that he put the bowl heavily on the table, kicked away the chair and stood up, "Brother, this is what you said, she is kind? You still want me to accept her with her attitude?!"

"Ziming..." Wen Cun embarrassedly wanted him to sit down and talk, but he gave Wen Qingyue a glare, shook his hands and went upstairs.

Wen Qingyue calmly picked up the spoon and continued to drink the porridge.

"Yueyue, why do you have to say such things on purpose to anger your third brother?" Wen Cun sighed helplessly.

Wen Qingyue drank a few sips of porridge, then raised her eyes to look at him, and said calmly and gently: "I didn't say anything angry, every word came from the bottom of my heart."

Wen Cun: "..."

He wanted to say something else, but Wen Qingyue put down the spoon, wiped her mouth gracefully, folded the paper towel and threw it into the trash can, "Brother, eat slowly, and then go to sleep after eating, I'm going out."

Wen Cun was startled, watched her walking towards the entrance, and didn't have the heart to educate her anymore, so he asked with concern: "Where are you going? I'll see you off later."

Wen Qingyue bent over to change her shoes, "I'm going out to get some fresh air, and I can take a taxi by myself, so you should have a good rest, don't worry about me."

After finishing speaking, she also changed her shoes, took out her mobile phone and waved at him, then turned and went out.

Looking at the closed door, he sighed softly and could only sit down and eat breakfast without taste.

Said it was breathable, but Wen Qingyue did not wander around aimlessly. She came out today not only to buy a pair of silver needles, but also to find a driving school to learn her driver's license.

Although she has a driver's license, and even a driver's license required for racing competitions, that's a matter of another world.

In this world, she is just a little girl who just finished her college entrance examination and is waiting for university to start.

In Fu Mansion in Jiangzhou Villa District, Fu Han was called by the old man last night, but he came late and the old man was asleep.

So last night's lecture was saved until the morning.

Fu Han, who always scolded others, was sitting in front of his grandfather, listening to the old man's education with his head bowed across a dining table.

"Stinky boy, do you really not take my words seriously? This has already exceeded the time that the master gave you back then. You said that you insisted on picking a partner, and you were not satisfied with any of the ones I introduced. It was hard to fall in love with someone. , I can’t find anyone yet! You didn’t make up a name out of thin air to coax the old man, did you?” Mr. Fu’s eyes sank and he stared at his grandson suspiciously.