Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

"Fu Han, do you want a child?" Wen Qingyue asked from his neck.

Hearing the little girl's sullen voice, Fu Han probably guessed why she was so depressed, "Dad told you and me to have a baby quickly?"

Wen Qingyue was silent for a few seconds, "No, he wanted me to blow your pillow and let you invest in his company. I didn't agree. He blushed from my anger and hit me with an ashtray. As a result, the antiques in his collection were smashed, and I guess I feel so distressed now."

She spoke with a somewhat smug tone.

Hearing Wen Canghai hit her with an ashtray, Fu Han's eyes turned cold instantly, no wonder his little girl was so sad, "Next time he asks you to do something, you should do it, don't contradict him, lest you get hurt."

Wen Qingyue snorted, let go of her hands and lay flat on the bed, looking at him with bright black eyes, "I don't want it, he can't hurt me."

She couldn't bear Wen Canghai's kind of person, and the only way to relieve her anger was to go back.

Looking at her beautiful eyes, Fu Han smiled, put his hands on the bed beside her, looked down at her, and said, "He asked you to have a pillow breeze with me, and you are so unwilling? I am your husband, It’s okay for you to ask me to help you.”

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows, "You're so smart, you can invest in Wen's project just because I'm blowing the wind?"

"If you don't try, how do you know I can't?"

"Could it be that you are King Zhou?" Wen Qingyue curled her lips in a mocking arc, hooked his neck and raised her head and blew softly into his ear, "King Zhou, can you let me be Su Daji again?"

She was already beautiful, she was the kind that made people afraid to get close to her when she was cold, like a beauty on an iceberg, but when she was flattering, she could seduce people with unreasonable desires.

Fu Han's Adam's apple rolled, and his breathing became heavy, "I am not King Zhou, nor are you Su Daji, you are my wife, as long as you ask, I will do my best to satisfy your request."

He didn't like the metaphor between King Zhou and Su Daji, even if there was love between King Zhou and Su Daji, it didn't end well.

Wen Qingyue smiled, but felt a little heavy in her heart, "Really? Can Mr. Fu answer me a question honestly?"

"Ok?"

"Do you want a child? It has nothing to do with anyone else, it's not for grandpa. Do you want it?" Wen Qingyue said softly, looking straight at him, not wanting to miss any emotion in his eyes.

Fu Han was stunned for a moment, thought for a few seconds, and said, "Think, as long as you want, I can do it anytime."

The premise he thought of was with her, the crystallization of love with her.

Wen Qingyue's heart skipped a beat, and she sank. Fu Han's words fell into her ears, and she understood them in a different way. As Wen Canghai said, Fu Han wanted to have children, and when he reached the age where he could have children, he would not be able to have children. Not to mention that there was Grandpa Fu's urging.

The Fu family is thin, and Grandpa Fu is old. To be honest, the old man can only live for a few years. It is impossible for Fu Han to wait for her for several years.

"Why don't you talk?" Fu Han saw that the little girl was silent, her eyes were slightly lowered, and the curled eyelashes covered the emotion in her eyes, so he didn't notice the emotion in her eyes.

"It's okay, I'm just thinking, do men your age have families and have children?" Wen Qing raised his eyelids to look at him, hiding the emotion in his eyes, and there was teasing in his words.

Fu Han was stunned, and kissed her on the lips, "Others are others, I am me, I will wait for you."

Wen Qingyue smiled, and said softly: "Then what if I plan to have a child on 27 or [-]?"

These words made Fu Han silent, and he sat up propped up, with his back to her.

Wen Qingyue's eyes darkened, and her heart hung up for no reason. He really couldn't wait.

The air fell silent, she turned over and sat up, just about to speak, Fu Han suddenly turned to look at her and said: "You are 27, I am 37, it is not too late, Grandpa is still in good health, take good care of it, you can wait. "

He sat up suddenly, thinking about this problem?

Wen Qingyue was stunned for a moment, unable to express what she felt, threw him down, straddled him, and said, "I'm only eighteen now, nine years away from 27, are you sure you can wait? Aren't you afraid that grandpa will scold you? Don't you envy other people who have sons and daughters?"

Fu Han looked at her leisurely, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Why not be able to live with you for nine more years?"

The stagnant anger in Wen Qingyue's heart dissipated immediately, she leaned on his chest, kissed him on the lips, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Fu, I want you—"

As soon as the words fell, she kissed Fu Han's lips, hooking him mischievously, with unprecedented enthusiasm.

It was the first time for Wen Qingyue to be so active and enthusiastic. After a while, Fu Han felt that he was going to be seduced by her and his life.

However, the little girl didn't think it was enough, so she pressed him down and refused to let him get up, so she insisted on fighting with him about the upper and lower issues.

At the last step, Fu Han suddenly stopped her, panting, "Baby, set up..."

Wen Qingyue's face was blushing, her mind was buzzing, she couldn't care less, she did it regardless, the two of them snorted at the same time, under the warm light, Fu Han saw his bright and eye-catching little girl .

"I'm safe, you, you come out at the last moment... you'll be fine."

Fu Han felt a little helpless, the little girl really liked his control, but at this juncture, there was nothing he could do, his reason was all taken away by the little girl on him.

She was captivating, every move could capture his heart, Fu Han grabbed the pillow and put it behind his back, raised his head and hooked her neck, kissed her beautiful lips, entangled, endlessly.

Facts have proved that Wen Qingyue did not overestimate his control power, but overestimated her own physical strength, and Fu Han was completely paralyzed and did not reach the end.

Fu Han didn't want her to suffer from taking contraceptive pills again, so he turned over and opened the drawer, taking safety measures before continuing.

Not surprisingly, Wen Qingyue was tossed into the second half of the night, crying and begging for mercy halfway through, her voice hoarse, and finally fell asleep in a daze of consciousness.

The result of overindulgence was that she couldn't get up early the next morning, and she didn't wake up until 10:30, and she was woken up by a phone call.

"Hey, Miss Wen, do you have time today? Boss Wen asked you to report to the company before twelve o'clock. "

"Oh, well, I see."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Qingyue scratched her hair, got up to wash her hands, and gradually returned to her thoughts, remembering the phone call just now, Wen Canghai's secretary asked her to report to the company, what time is it?

Wen Qingyue thought about it for a while, didn't think about it, and didn't bother to think about it again, she quickly tidied it up. Seeing that there was a scar on her neck, she didn't bother to cover it up with makeup, so she just put on a high-necked inner layer.

After going downstairs, Fu Han was no longer at home. There was breakfast and a note on the dining table, telling her to remember to eat breakfast.

Wen Qingyue smiled, reheated the breakfast, and sent a photo of the empty plate to Fu Han.

"Report, task completed."