Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

In the car, Liu Nanchen didn't say a word, and didn't get drunk, he just tilted his head and fell asleep. This made Wen Qingyue heave a sigh of relief, she was afraid that people would go crazy.

Han Jiao looked back, and said in embarrassment: "Deputy Wen, do you know where Mr. Lu's house is?"

One sentence stopped Wen Qingyue, and she forgot about it.

Turning his head to look at the people next to him, he reached out and patted Lu Yu's shoulder, "Lu Yu, Lu Yu, where do you live?"

What answered her was Lu Yu's long breathing.

The corner of Wen Qingyue's mouth twitched slightly, she exchanged a glance with the innocent Han Jiao, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll use his mobile phone to call his assistant."

Wen Qingyue took out the phone from Lu Yu's suit jacket, took his hand to unlock it, found his assistant's phone and called, but no one answered.

No one answered the two phone calls, Wen Qingyue could only give up, put the phone back for him, and said helplessly: "Send him to the nearest hotel."

Han Jiao nodded, "Okay, where is the nearest hotel?"

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After all this trouble, Wen Qingyue didn't get home until nearly 10:30.

After Secretary Han sent her to the door, Wen Qingyue was worried, and said, "Secretary Han, please drive my car back, and come pick me up tomorrow morning."

Han Jiao was looking at the luxurious villa in front of her, and she was shocked. She was startled when she heard this, and scratched her head, "Ah? No, I'll just go out and take a taxi later."

She still knows what to do. She drives her boss's car home. It would be fine if something goes wrong. What's more, Deputy Wen's car is so expensive. Although it's not the Maybach from last time, it's still a six-figure luxury car. , she still can't afford it.

Wen Qingyue naturally knew what she was worried about, so she reassured her, and said: "It's not easy to take a taxi around here, and it's very late. I don't worry about letting you, a girl, wait on the side of the road. My driver is not here, otherwise I will let you He takes you back, and you just drive back, don't worry about anything else, it's okay to get scratched."

Having said all this, Han Jiao didn't refuse any more, and said with a moved smile, "Okay, thank you, Vice Minister Wen, then I'll go back, you can go in quickly."

Wen Qingyue nodded, "You've worked hard today, just pick me up at nine o'clock tomorrow."

"Okay!" Han Jiao waved her hand and turned to get in the car.

Wen Qingyue watched her drive out before turning back into the house.

The light was still on in the living room, but there was no one there. Wen Qingyue changed her shoes, and when she entered, she saw a bunch of white roses on the table.

Because it is winter, the temperature is low, and the flowers are still blooming very delicately, a small handful.

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows, bent down and picked up the flowers, trying to see who sent flowers to her husband, but found that there was no card.

Could this flower be for her?

She remembered that Fu Han was going to pick her up at the company today, and he probably bought the flowers on the way. Mr. Fu wanted to surprise her, but she went to dinner with someone else.

Wen Qingyue couldn't help standing in Fu Han's perspective and recalling the feeling of that moment, she should be quite lost.

She went upstairs with the flowers, walked to the back of the second floor and said, "Mr. Fu, I'm back!"

Click, the door of the study opened, and Fu Han came out from inside, looking at her coldly.

Wen Qingyue froze, stood in the aisle and looked at him, "You..."

boom--

Fu Han closed the door with his backhand, and walked to her side. Without the backdrop of the dark background, he felt warm instantly, and frowned, "Have you been drinking?"

"Well, I just drank a little bit." Wen Qingyue raised her hand guiltily and gestured a little bit.

"A little?" Fu Han pulled him into his arms, the smell of wine became stronger, penetrated into his nostrils, and there was still a faint scent of cedar wood perfume.

"The smell of alcohol on your body tells me that you have drunk more than a little."

Wen Qingyue blinked, "Someone else was drunk, in a private room, and smelled it. I really only had one drink, and I wasn't drunk at all."

Fu Han's brows frowned slightly, and he didn't continue to ask. He hugged her into the bedroom, let her go to the bathroom, and went to adjust the water temperature and turn on the hot water for her.

Wen Qingyue stood innocently in the middle of the bedroom, holding the bouquet of white roses in her hand.

Her Mr. Fu doesn't seem very happy.

Wen Qingyue lowered her head and sniffed the faint scent of white roses, threw her bag and coat on the sofa, put the flower quilt on the table, and sat on the sofa waiting for someone to come out of the toilet, thinking about how to coax her.

After putting the hot water in, Fu Han said before he came out of the bathroom: "The hot water is ready, come in and wash off the smell of alcohol on your body."

After the voice fell, others also came out.

At a glance, Wen Qingyue was sitting on the sofa playing with the white roses he bought for her in the afternoon.

"Is this flower for me?" Wen Qingyue turned her head to meet his gaze and asked playfully.

Fu Han was uncomfortable for a second, and soon realized that it was normal for him to send flowers to his wife, there was nothing to be uncomfortable about.

He raised his hand to roll up the loose sleeve on the other side, moved his long legs to sit down opposite her, glanced from the corner of his eyes, "Well, do you like it?"

"I like it!" Wen Qingyue blinked and smiled brightly.

She put down the flowers, got up and walked in front of Fu Han, bent slightly, looked at him with her head tilted, and asked, "Are you unhappy? Because you didn't pick me up? Or because I drank?"

The corners of Fu Han's eyes twitched slightly, did she know that she was so cute and heart-stirring, like a small cat.

He resisted the desire to reach out and rub her, and said lightly: "No, go take a bath."

The smell of alcohol on her body made him a little upset, and he couldn't help wondering if there was a member of the opposite sex at the dinner, and whether he had physical contact with her, otherwise the smell of alcohol on her body would not be so strong.

Wen Qingyue didn't know what was going on in his heart, but she could see the irritability in his brows and eyes at a glance. This person was duplicity.

She simply straddled his lap, held his face and kissed him, and said coquettishly, "Then you will pick me up from get off work tomorrow, okay? Send me another bouquet of flowers."

Fu Han didn't like the smell of her body at first, but when she acted like a baby, he lost his temper in an instant, "Okay, go take a bath, the water will be cold later."

Wen Qingyue did not let go, held his face and kissed him again, and said vaguely: "I heard a rumor about you from someone today."

The soft and warm touch made Fu Han's eyes darken, and the smell of wine and perfume on her body was still alive in the entangled breath, which was her own perfume smell. The cedar wood scent he smelled before seemed to be an illusion .

He was no longer satisfied with this kind of indifferent, lip-to-lip kiss, and pressed his big hand on the back of her head, actively deepening the kiss.

The lips and teeth are entangled, and the breath is deprived.

Both of them were out of breath when they parted, Wen Qingyue gasped on his shoulder, "You...don't you want to know what they said about you?"

The thick, panting voice was particularly alluring, but Wen Qingyue's mind was full of Liu Nanfeng's words at the dinner.

She already knew that he and Su Wanyu were childhood sweethearts, but she found that no matter how many times she heard it from others, she would still mind.