Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

In the car, Wen Qingyue was in a happy mood, and didn't ask Ah Cheng if Fu Han had already arrived home?What time is the plane, since he wanted to surprise her, she just waited for the surprise to be revealed.

The chest that had been stagnant for a long time was suddenly enlightened at the moment when he learned that he was back, and it was not easy.

She was wearing headphones to scan the video screen, and accidentally saw several posts about the performance of the Feicun band and her. The discussions were quite high. Some people popularized her identity at station b, and some people were curious about her appearance and asked everywhere.

What surprised her the most was that she and Su Wanyu were on the trending searches together.

After reading the trending search, Wen Qingyue felt nothing at all. She didn't mind Su Wanyu's fans scolding her for being too popular. Anyway, she didn't join this circle. The only thing to be happy about was that because of this wave of discussion, Her eldest brother and the Feicun band are known by more people, and they are likely to become popular.

Wen Qingyue sent a screenshot to Wen Cun, "Brother, congratulations that you are popular, I said that gold will always shine, you and the brothers in the band are so good, it's just a matter of time, now this time has come, you have to grasp it well Stay here, and remember to tell me if you need my help."

She also copied this passage and sent it to the band members' common group, and soon the drummer replied, "Xiao Yueyue, you are really a lucky star for my brothers! Can we continue to cooperate in the future?"

Wen Qingyue: "Of course, but I have a request. After you guys become popular, you have to leave me two tickets for each performance."

Drummer: "No problem! But why are there two? Is the little girl in love?"

The corner of Wen Qingyue's mouth turned up, without denying it, "Hmm!"

Soon, the car stopped in the courtyard of Fu's villa, Wen Qingyue put away her phone and did not continue chatting.

After getting off the car, looking in the direction of the gate, her heartbeat started to speed up, and she actually felt a sense of homelessness.

Ah Cheng didn't get out of the car and went to park the car.

Wen Qing took a deep breath to imply that he should calm down and don't be ashamed. After calming down a little, he walked over, opened the fingerprint lock, unlocked it and pushed the door to enter the house.

At 06:30 in the evening, the sky was completely dark, and the house was also dark, and my aunt was not there.

It seems that Fu Han is planning to live a two-person world with her.

Wen Qingyue's face was slightly hot, she turned on the light at the entrance, put on her slippers, walked to the living room, turned on the chandelier in the living room, the dark room was brightened instantly, and showed her the decorated living room.

The blue and white balloon was pierced with a big heart, floating in the middle of the living room, and a photo was dropped at the end of the balloon, which was one of the few photos of her and Fu Han.

Red wine, candles, and flowers were placed on the dining table, and several dishes were covered. Although the dishes could not be seen, the fragrance could be vaguely smelled.

Wen Qingyue was a little moved looking at these, but she looked around but did not find Fu Han's figure.

"Mr. Fu, is it time for you to appear?"

No one responded to her, and after a few seconds of silence, Wen Qingyue sighed a little disappointed.

It seems that Mr. Fu failed to come back before her. I have to say that the planning of this surprise failed very badly.

Although Wen Qingyue was a little disappointed, but thinking that Mr. Fu had worked so hard to come back to accompany her for the New Year's Eve and did not choose Su Wanyu, this disappointment can be ignored.

Wen Qingyue happily admired the decorated living room, took off her coat, put down her bag, thought for a while, and went to the bedroom to do her makeup.

She was drunk yesterday, and she was not in a very good condition. Her plain face was really not suitable for the current atmosphere.

Wen Qingyue used the fastest speed to make a light primer, covered her dark circles, put on a plain lipstick, and sprayed on perfume. When she was about to go downstairs, she stopped suddenly, looked at what she was wearing at the moment, After hesitating for a moment, she quickly turned around and ran into the cloakroom, found a v-neck autumn and winter white dress, put on the necklace that Fu Han gave her for Christmas, and then slowly went downstairs.

It may be that Fu Han specially ordered to live together. Not only was his aunt absent, Ah Cheng sent her back, and he also went back to his own home after parking the car.

Wen Qingyue is the only one in the whole villa now, she sat on the sofa and waited for a while, the time has slipped to seven o'clock, and Fu Han has not come back yet.

After another ten minutes or so, Wen Qingyue couldn't sit still anymore, got up and walked around for a while, and almost couldn't help calling Fu Han several times, wanting to ask Wen when he would arrive.

Time gradually passed for more than 20 minutes, Wen Qingyue's patience was completely exhausted, and she frowned and muttered: "What the hell? Why haven't you come back?"

It's been so long, even the snail should crawl back, so there won't be any accidents on the road, right?

The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. Wen Qingyue couldn't take it anymore, picked up her cell phone and called Fu Han directly, but no one answered, a mechanical female voice sounded, reminding her to hang up and call again later.

Wen Qingyue started to panic when she couldn't get through the phone, she turned to Ah Cheng's number and called.

Fortunately, Ah Cheng picked it up quickly, and asked suspiciously, "Ma'am, what's the matter?"

Shouldn't you date Grandpa at this point?Why are you still calling him?

Wen Qingyue said: "Ah Cheng, what time is Fu Han's plane? Why hasn't it arrived yet?"

"Ah?" Ah Cheng was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the time, "I should get off the plane at six o'clock. It's already eight o'clock, so it's impossible not to arrive."

Wen Qingyue's heart sank, and she forced herself to calm down, "Who's going to pick him up? I can't get through to his phone, and no one answered. Maybe something happened on the way. Hurry up and find a way to find out if there was any accident on the way back from the flight and the airport."

Ah Cheng also realized that something was wrong at this moment, and after hanging up the phone, he quickly followed Wen Qingyue's instructions to call for someone to investigate.

Here, Wen Qingyue couldn't wait any longer, put on her coat, found the car keys from her bag, walked out quickly, and drove to the airport in person.

Along the way, she tried to slow down the speed of the car, wanting to see if there were any traces of a car accident.

The snow in the past two days has not melted, and the ground is still a little frozen, which is prone to accidents.

Along the way, approaching the fork in the airport, Wen Qingyue was distracted and almost collided with the car on the other side. She quickly turned the steering wheel and staggered. Although the two cars did not collide, her car hit the roadside flower bed superior.

boom--

The front of the car slammed into the flower bed, and the rear of the car was also hit by a frightened car. She swayed with the car and bumped her head against the popped airbag. The force of the impact made her dizzy, and she had tinnitus for a moment.

"Get down!"

A few minutes later, Wen Qingyue's tinnitus disappeared, and there was a slapping sound from the car window and an angry man's voice.

Wen Qingyue shook her head, unfastened her seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car, "I'm sorry, I..."

"Do you know how to drive? You're going to die at night, right?!"

Her words of apology were drowned out by the man's angry scolding.

Wen Qingyue was already dizzy from being hit, and was worried about Fu Han. Now, hearing the man's scolding, she just felt a pain in the head.