Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Wen Shuangshuang was quite smart this time, and didn't throw a tantrum right away.

Seeing Zhao Qiuxia's complexion darken after entering the kitchen, she turned around and walked to Wen Qingyue's side, glanced at the table, with a gloomy look in her eyes.

She walked to Wen Ziming and sat down, watching Wen Qingyue's flower arrangement with him.

Wen Qingyue pretended that the two of them didn't exist, and after placing the three vases of flowers, she took two photos contentedly, and then cleaned up the leftovers.

Wen Shuangshuang stared at the unreasonable anger of the three vases of flowers, and thought she would smash it, but Wen Ziming was beside her, so she couldn't just do it like this.

"I can't see that my sister can also flower art, have you learned it before?" Wen Shuangshuang said abruptly, with a smile on her face, but her tone was neither yin nor yang.

Wen Qingyue cleaned up the broken branches and leaves on the table, and glanced at her lightly, "There is something called talent."

Wen Shuangshuang: "..."

This sentence left Wen Shuangshuang speechless.

She grabbed a pillow angrily, and made a displeased face.

"There's something else called humility?" Wen Ziming suddenly spoke out, imitating Wen Qingyue's tone and scolding Wen Shuangshuang for her.

Wen Qingyue threw all the garbage into the trash can, and was not annoyed when she heard the words. She clapped her hands, stood up and looked at Wen Ziming, with a smile on her lips, "What is humility? It's not in my dictionary!"

At least not when facing them.

The provocative smell of gunpowder spread in the air between a few sentences, and Wen Ziming narrowed his eyes slightly with a sullen face.

Wen Qingyue didn't bother to pay attention to them, just in time Zhao Qiuxia came out, and said: "Mom, my flowers are ready, and this bottle is for you."

She handed one of the bottles to Zhao Qiuxia.

Zhao Qiuxia happily took the flowers and boasted: "My God, Yueyue, the flowers you put in are so beautiful! They are even more beautiful than your mother!"

Wen Qingyue smiled sweetly, "That's not because you taught me well, Mom!"

"I've only taught you how old you are, but you still have talent! This is called green out of blue and better than blue, my daughter is awesome!"

It was the first time Zhao Qiuxia received a gift from her own daughter, and she was so happy that she held flowers and said, "No! I have to take a photo to show off with my old sisters!"

She didn't notice Wen Shuangshuang's face at all, and went upstairs with flowers to get her phone.

"My sister is so clever. A vase of flowers can make mom so happy." Wen Shuangshuang gritted her molars, her eyes filled with uncontrollable jealousy.

Wen Qingyue turned around and looked at the siblings on the sofa, with a smile on her face, "You don't understand now, what mother cares about is not the flowers, but who sent them."

"I have studied with my mother for a long time." Wen Qingyue smiled brightly.

The more she said that, Wen Shuangshuang became angrier, and almost couldn't help but rushed up and hit her.

Can't hold back anymore?

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes were full of provocation, as long as she was willing to talk about liking people, no one would dislike it.

Wen Ziming stared at her coldly, with scrutiny and warning.

Wen Qingyue ignored it directly, and walked over to pick up the other two vases of flowers. Seeing this, Wen Shuangshuang reached out to grab them and smashed them. Unfortunately, Wen Qingyue didn't give her that chance, so she simply dodged and glanced at her contemptuously. .

It just so happened that Wen Cun also came back at this time, so Wen Qingyue handed him one of the vases of flowers, "Brother, the flowers I planted with my own hands are here for you, they can help you sleep."

Wen Cun raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I didn't expect to be pleasantly surprised when I came back, thank you Yueyue, brother likes it very much!"

Isn't it just a vase of flowers? As for being happy like this?

Wen Shuang stared at them coldly, feeling extremely jealous.

"How can a vase of flowers help you sleep? She can really lie!" Wen Shuangshuang complained in a low voice, with a sour tone.

Wen Ziming didn't answer the conversation, watching Wen Qingyue and her elder brother go upstairs talking and laughing, feeling very complicated.

Wen Qingyue only gave the three vases of flowers to two people in her family, which shows who she cares about in her heart.

"Yueyue, come on, eat more meat! You are too thin, girls need some meat to look good!"

At dinner time, the Wen family ate around the dining table. Zhao Qiuxia picked up several pieces of meat for Wen Qingyue and persuaded her with concern.

Wen Qingyue looked at Wen Cun begging for help, her bowl was full of vegetables, this is feeding her like a pig.

Wen Cun received her distress signal, and smiled dotingly, "Mom, don't pinch it, the moon bowls are almost piled up into a hill."

Zhao Qiuxia was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the bowl in front of Wen Qingyue. It was indeed almost ready, so she smiled, "Okay, hurry up and eat! Come on, Shuangshuang, eat more too!"

Wen Shuangshuang was very upset when she saw that she kept serving Wen Qingyue's food, but now that she finally noticed him, she pouted aggrievedly, and said in a strange way: "I thought Mom only had sisters in her eyes."

Her words silenced the atmosphere for two seconds, Zhao Qiuxia smiled awkwardly, and continued to serve her food, "What are you talking about, you are all in my mother's heart."

Hmph, she's obviously partial to Wen Qingyue, yet she still pretends to care about her!Wen Qingyue remembers to give it to her when she doesn't need it!

Wen Shuangshuang squeezed her chopsticks tightly, suppressed the irritability in her heart, rolled her eyes, and suddenly said: "Sister, we are in the same year, right? Universities around the world have started, why are you still silent?"

This is a very good question. It is obvious that he was not admitted. If he still asks, isn't this intentional? Everyone is silent, and the atmosphere is a little delicate.

Wen Qingyue's expression was calm, she didn't feel humiliated at all, "Not accepted."

Wen Shuang's eyes lit up, she was proud, but she said regretfully, "Ah, I'm sorry, sister, I didn't expect you to be admitted, I thought you had good grades."

Mud is mud, and it will never hold up to a wall!

You will never be as good as me, and you will always be trampled under my feet!

Zhao Qiuxia frowned. Wen Shuangshuang's words made her a little uncomfortable. She looked at Wen Qingyue and comforted her: "Yue is okay, we can take the exam next year."

Wen Cun also answered: "Mom is right! Isn't it just a failure, just start all over again!"

Wen Ziming snorted coldly, "Brother, don't be consoling. Judging from their backward education in the countryside, she might not be able to keep up with her progress in high school repeat classes now."

"How did Ziming talk?!" Zhao Qiuxia scolded her third son in dissatisfaction.

Wen Shuangshuang curled her lips proudly, she liked the feeling of stepping Wen Qingyue into the mud.

"Mom, in fact, you can buy a degree for your sister, spend some money, let her go to our school to audit, and get a degree certificate when she graduates." Wen Shuangshuang kindly suggested, with a very gentle tone, as if Really thinking about Wen Qingyue.

Buying a degree is something that the rich second generation who are ignorant of education often do. They have a degree for nothing, but they have no real talents. She made this suggestion with bad intentions.

Wen Qingyue raised her eyes and looked at her with a half-smile, those eyes were so clear that Wen Shuangshuang felt like she was being seen through.

Zhao Qiuxia didn't notice the dark psychology of her daughter, but she was enlightened and said, "This is a good idea. If you don't want to repeat your studies, your parents will spend some money to send you to Shuangshuang's school, but you still have to Rely on your own strength to get a degree certificate, just learn something."