Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

She was in a fit of anger, and her words became much sharper, and the atmosphere changed after she yelled, and she felt a little regretful in her heart, but her neck was stiff and she did not give in.

Enduring the pain, Fu Han straightened up and looked at her, his eyes were dark, and he said coldly, "If you don't care about me, then who do you need? Lu Yu?"

"what?"

Wen Qingyue was stunned, looked at him in astonishment, and suddenly understood that people are all the same when they are jealous, no matter how calm and rational they are, they will lose control, and what they say after losing control has no logic at all.

"Fu Han, you're simply baffled! Lu Yu and I met by chance. I understand that you are jealous, but I really don't understand this irrational behavior!"

If it was a car that suddenly appeared just now, they would not be standing here safely.

Fu Han raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, suppressing the surging emotions in his chest, and calmed himself down, "I'm sorry——"

He calmed down, and Wen Qingyue also calmed down. Hearing his apology, she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. She didn't speak, turned around and pressed the elevator in the underground garage to go in.

Fu Han was still standing there, looking at her silently, the elevator door was still open, and the warm light shone on her body, forming a stark contrast with the cold white light in the garage, as if cutting the time and space between them.

"Aren't you coming in?" As soon as Wen Qingyue said, the chilling atmosphere was split instantly, and the warm sun shone in.

The chill in Fu Han's eyes dispelled, and he walked towards her.

"Ding--"

As soon as he entered with his front foot, the elevator door closed with his back foot.

Neither of them spoke, they stood side by side, the narrow space made Wen Qingyue feel very uncomfortable after the quarrel, she silently stood sideways and stood back a bit.

However, the space is so big, as long as she stands back, Fu Han can notice.

The elevator went directly to the first floor of the villa. After coming out, the space became larger. Wen Qingyue put down her bag, took off her coat, and went upstairs with her mobile phone.

He didn't say a word to Fu Han during the whole process. Fu Han stood downstairs and looked at her back with deep eyes.

After Wen Qingyue entered the room, she closed the door with her backhand habitually. She just took a step and turned around to hold the doorknob, leaving a gap for the door to open, and then slowly went to take a shower.

When she got out of the shower, Fu Han really came up too, standing by the window smoking a cigarette, the cold wind blowing in through the window, Wen Qingyue had just finished taking a shower, even wrapped in a nightgown, she couldn't help shivering from the cold Down.

Hearing the sound of her coming out, Fu Han looked back at her, caught her reaction at a glance, raised his hand to close the window, walked to the sofa, stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette, and pressed it in the ashtray.

Wen Qingyue saw that his brows were still slightly drawn, and his face was cold and hard. He guessed that he still cared about her and Lu Yu's affairs. She thought about it after taking a bath just now, and Fu Han probably saw Lu Yu helping her with a haircut.

Sighing inwardly, Wen Qingyue sat down beside him, hugging his arm, resting her chin on his shoulder, "Mr. Fu, don't be angry, okay, I'm afraid—"

Her voice will be soft and soft, and the ending will rise, making people feel soft involuntarily. How can they be willing to be angry with her, let alone Fu Han himself has no anger.

It's just that it's rare for a little girl to act like a spoiled child. His complexion didn't change, his thin lips curled up, and he said in an emotionless way: "Are you still afraid?"

Anyway, after living together for so long, Wen Qingyue could still hear the slight change in his tone. This man was clearly teasing her. Normally, she was not afraid of anything. How could someone who dared to fight the kidnapper be afraid of him.

"Hehe..." Wen Qingyue gritted her teeth, smiled sweetly, and said in a gruff voice, "Of course I will be scared. Uncle, you don't even know how fierce you were just now. I'm so scared!"

uncle?

Fu Han raised his eyelids, and a dangerous light appeared in his eyes, "Don't be afraid, uncle won't hit anyone!"

He deliberately bit down on the word "uncle", which made Wen Qingyue's heart skip a beat.

However, she has always had an adventurous spirit, and continued to whine without fear of death, "Yes, yes, yes, uncle does not beat people, uncle will only be jealous in a muffled voice, dragging people to speed cars to die—"

Before she could say "love", her lips were blocked, and she groaned, unable to say anything.

Wen Qingyue was pressed and kissed for a long time, her head was dizzy, and her body was completely under his control.

When she was about to be suffocated by Wen, Fu Han let her go. Wen Qingyue panted on top of him, the sound of breathing fell in Fu Han's ears, and his eyes darkened.

But the little fox on his body was used to it. After adjusting his breath, he breathed into his ear and complained aggrievedly: "Uncle... bullying people."

Fu Han frowned again, the word uncle pierced his heart, not because of his heart, but because of his heart.

People who know their relationship have mentioned that he is ten years older than the little girl intentionally or unintentionally, and some netizens scolded him for being an old cow and eating young grass in the hot search before.

It is said that Wen Qing's moon plate is smooth and beautiful, and it should be matched with a young brother, not an old cucumber with green paint.

Fu Han is not someone who cares about other people's comments, but he still cares a little bit about this aspect.

When the little girl who was about to lie on top of him was pulled down, she recklessly pressed on the sofa and blocked her lips.

"...Uncle said that if he can't win, he will do this trick!" Wen Qingyue took advantage of the gap between the kisses to complain, and stretched out her hand to push him, but she didn't have any strength, and her face was red when she was kissed.

Fu Han bit her mouth in punishment, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't call me uncle!"

Wen Qingyue knew what he was interested in, and smiled maliciously, "Why? You are so many years older than me, and your name is Uncle——"

The rest of the words were replaced by an exclamation, she gasped for breath, and grabbed his shoulder helplessly.

He, he actually bit her!

asshole!Bullying her again...

"It hurts!" She frowned, and the other hand hanging by her side held the hammer on his back.

Sensing her movement, Fu Han let go, kissed the corner of her mouth comfortingly, Wen Qingyue snorted coldly, dropped her hand from his head to his shoulder, and hammered it again with little strength, complaining vaguely in her mouth Unclear: "You...are you a dog!"

The tone of the voice was coquettish and angry, Fu Han raised his head and raised his eyelids to break into her line of sight, his eyes were terrifyingly dark.

Wen Qingyue was stunned for a second, before she could react, her lips were blocked again, and she could only groan.

The temperature in the living room rose rapidly. Although the air conditioner was not turned on, Wen Qingyue felt that she was so hot that she would be melted.

Wen Qingyue swayed, like a small boat on the waves, swaying with the waves, ups and downs, so dizzy that she didn't want to speak at all.

But someone insisted on revenge on her at a critical moment, the wireless extension, and the feeling of never being able to get it drove her crazy.

Fu Han said, "Are you still called Uncle?"

How dare Wen Qingyue, she cried and shook her head.

But Fu Han didn't just let her go, and continued: "Then what should you call me?"

"Fu... Fu Han!"

"No, call again."

Wen Qingyue's eyes widened angrily, she gritted her teeth and stared at him, what's his name? "Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu..."