Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Wen Qingyue glanced down at her slippers, and comforted her, "You treat him like your brother, what's there to be ashamed of?"

Fang Xiaoyuan pursed her lips and said nothing, she was building herself up.

Wen Qingyue wiped her hair and said, "Don't think about it, go take a shower, it's already four o'clock, aren't you hungry?"

Fang Xiaoyuan regained consciousness, touched her stomach, "It's a little bit."

She got up and walked to the bathroom, gradually putting the embarrassing thing behind her.

An hour later, the two of them packed up and went downstairs to eat. Fang Xiaoyuan was like a sneaky little mouse, with a pair of nimble eyes rolling, looking for Wen Ziming's figure. Seeing that no one was in the living room, he was relieved.

Wen Qingyue served her a bowl of soup, "What are you looking for?"

She shook her head, "No, I didn't find anything."

After finishing speaking, she lowered her head and drank the soup so as not to be found looking for Wen Ziming.

Halfway through the meal, Fang Xiaoyuan suddenly asked: "By the way, Yueyue, tonight's New Year's Eve, will your Mr. Fu come back to accompany you? If you don't come back, you can go out with me."

Wen Qingyue took a slight pause in picking up the vegetables, looked into the bowl with slightly lowered eyes, and fiddled with the rice with the chopsticks in her hand, "I don't know, he said before that he could come back today, but he is busy with work, Maybe not coming back."

Fang Xiaoyuan bit a vegetable and chewed like a rabbit, frowning slightly, said: "Since he promised to come back today, he probably won't miss the appointment."

"Who knows, I haven't heard from me all day." Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows pretending to be relaxed, and picked up a piece of spicy chicken. As soon as she ate it, the spicy taste made her turn her back and cough in embarrassment.

"Are you choking?" Zhao Qiuxia came over in a hurry, and gave her a back. The aunt poured a glass of water and handed it over. Fang Xiaoyuan also stopped to look at her.

She reached out for a piece of paper, wiped away the choked tears, took a big gulp of water with reddened eyes, and said with a smile: "I'm fine, mom, don't be so nervous, you and auntie, I'm just choking. "

The aunt said nervously: "Is it too spicy? My wife said that Miss, you like spicy food. I put more chili."

Wen Qingyue calmed down, "It's a bit spicy, but it's delicious, I like it very much."

Hearing that she said she liked it, Auntie's uneasy heart instantly settled down.

Zhao Qiuxia waved her hand and asked her aunt to rest, while she sat down beside them and watched them eat.

With the elders by her side, Fang Xiaoyuan didn't feel too uncomfortable eating, but Zhao Qiuxia didn't seem to feel it, her eyes fell on Wen Qingyue, "Yueyue, aren't you staying at home tonight? You haven't been back for a long time."

Wen Qingyue looked sideways at her, the corners of her mouth twitched, and just as the words came to her lips, the mobile phone on the table rang.

She glanced at the screen from the corner of her eye, and after reading the notes, she chose to put down her chopsticks to answer the phone, "Hello, what's the matter, Cheng?"

Ah Cheng: "Ma'am, Master asked me to pick you up, are you still at home?"

"Well, he's back?" Wen Qingyue's eyes brightened slightly, and she couldn't hide her happiness in her tone.

Fang Xiaoyuan and Zhao Qiuxia also saw that her slightly condensed eyebrows were stretched, and it was obvious that the "he" who stretched her eyebrows was Fu Han.

On the other side of the phone, Ah Cheng was stunned. The master wanted to surprise his wife, but he was so stupid that his wife could guess a word.

It's over, the surprise is gone, will the master deduct his salary?

Ah Cheng really wanted to give himself two mouths.

"Acheng? Why don't you speak?" Wen Qingyue didn't get a reply, so she asked again.

"Ah, yes, Ma'am, don't ask me any more. The master said he wanted to surprise you, so I'll take you home first?"

These words only made it clear that Fu Han was back, and the corners of Wen Qingyue's mouth curled up slightly, "Okay, come here, I'm still at home."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Qingyue stared at the screen in a daze, Fang Xiaoyuan couldn't help gossiping, "Who's calling Yueyue? Your Mr. Fu is back, right?"

Zhao Qiuxia didn't speak, just looked at her silently.

Wen Qingyue came back to her senses, raised her eyes to look at Fang Xiaoyuan, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and there was no indifference on her face, she nodded: "Well, let the driver pick me up."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qiuxia knew that she would not stay at home tonight, and couldn't help but feel a little lonely, she lowered her head and sighed softly.

Sitting opposite, Fang Xiaoyuan took a panoramic view of her reaction, and quickly glanced at Wen Qingyue, "Yueyue, your mother is sad, please comfort her."

Wen Qingyue understood, looked sideways at Zhao Qiuxia, and pursed her lips, "Mom, I'll bring Fu Han back to see you tomorrow, he's been on a business trip for several days, and today he's rushing back to accompany me for New Year's Eve, I can't let him miss it. "

Zhao Qiuxia felt lonely, but she still smiled understandingly, "Mom understands, then you have to bring Fu Han back for dinner tomorrow."

"Ah."

Time slipped away minute by minute, and when the hour hand pointed to 18:00, Fang Xiaoyuan had already taken a taxi and left early to go to a friend's appointment, and Wen Qingyue was waiting in the living room for Ah Cheng to pick him up.

A few minutes later, there was the sound of a car turning off at the door, and then Wen Qingyue's phone rang.

"Ma'am, I'm here."

"Well, I'll be right out." Wen Qingyue hung up the phone, got up and walked out with her bag, Zhao Qiuxia followed her and sent her out.

Zhao Qiuxia babbled: "Yueyue, be careful on the road, remember to come back tomorrow, mom will cook for you the dishes you like."

Wen Qingyue nodded, stopped and said to her: "Okay, Mom, don't send it off, go into the house quickly, it's not easy for me to go home, I'll be there in half an hour."

Zhao Qiuxia smiled desolately, it was precisely because she was so close that she didn't come back that she chased after her.

She also knew in her heart that her daughter's reluctance to come back now was because they broke her heart, "You get in the car first, and I'll watch you walk before entering the house."

Wen Qingyue doesn't like this kind of parting atmosphere, and it's not that she can't see it, and she hasn't forgiven Zhao Qiuxia and the others for their partiality before, and now she doesn't like Zhao Qiuxia's warm drama at all, and doesn't talk nonsense, nods, refreshing He turned around and got into the car without looking back, letting Ah Cheng drive directly.

Watching the black Bentley disappear in front of the door, Zhao Qiuxia was full of loneliness and sighed uncomfortably.

Wen Ziming came back with the things he bought from the neighborhood supermarket, saw her standing at the door, and asked strangely: "Mom, what are you doing standing at the door?"

Zhao Qiuxia said quietly: "Send your sister back."

Wen Ziming frowned, "She's gone?"

"Well, Fu Han came back today to accompany her for the New Year's Eve. After all, she belongs to someone else's family." Zhao Qiuxia nodded sadly, turned and walked into the house, her eyes were uncontrollably moist.

Now she has realized how eccentric she was at the beginning, and realized her mistakes, but it seems too late to make up for it.

Wen Ziming stood there for two seconds, clenched his hand holding the bag full of snacks for a while, and walked into the room with a gloomy expression.