Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

When it comes to confrontation with others, Wen Qingyue will never be at a disadvantage. No matter what her relationship with Fu Han is, as long as there is no difference, she will never be at a disadvantage in front of a third party.

Su Wanyu obviously didn't expect that she would refute him so lightly, she was stunned, and suddenly she couldn't utter the words that she had been planning for a long time.

Wen Qingyue patted the drops of water on her hands, looked straight at her with sharp eyes, and said, "Miss Su, you can put it another way, Fu Han is married, and you are still so attached to him, you don't hesitate to be a mistress. Why are you so persistent? Is it him or the benefits he can bring to you, or even the Su family? "

If you have to be disgusting, then who wouldn't.

People are so close to each other, who can guarantee that she, Su Wanyu, really loves Fu Han, not his identity, his background, or the benefits he brings.

"Because I love him, how can you understand the relationship between me and him?" Su Wanyu raised her chin slightly, her words revealed contempt for her.

Wen Qingyue's eyes were dark, her eyes were cold, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a mocking arc, "The relationship between you is brother and sister, how do you understand it? Whether you love Fu Han or not doesn't matter much to me. He has a lot of people, but I know he only loves me, and that's enough."

A sentence pierced Su Wanyu's heart, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, his cheeks were tense, as if he would lose his emotions if he relaxed a little, and poured out like a dam that opened a gate.

"No! He loved me! You don't know anything. How can you define our relationship? He promised me when we first fell in love, that he would always accompany me through every festival, and he would never be absent. But for so many years, he has never Forgot, do you understand what this means?"

"To be frank, I don't have the heart to play the game of guessing with you."

Wen Qingyue also turned cold, and didn't even bother to maintain a smirk.

Su Wanyu choked, clenched his crutches tightly, and said, "He loved me too. Our nearly 20-year relationship far surpasses yours. He has already given me everything about love in adolescence. I can afford to wait." He, it depends on who can consume who."

At the end of the sentence, she looked at Wen Qingyue's expression and smiled nonchalantly, "By the way, I heard that the second aunt is very kind to you, but do you know that she has always regarded me as a niece and daughter-in-law, and the second uncle also, if it weren't for Fu Han and I had a little misunderstanding, and it's not your turn to pick it up, they all know about the past between me and Fu Han, if you don't believe me, you can ask Second Aunt."

She has been an actress for so many years, and at least she has won a Best Actress Award. She is good at acting, observing people's emotions, and even better at handling people's emotions.

In this war without gunpowder, she now has the upper hand, and she can already see the dawn of victory.

"You seem to be able to only mention how things were in the past, but the law of things is moving forward, no matter who or what is going back." Wen Qingyue mentioned to her that the past has become numb, and she is tired of hearing it.

She also understands her. In this relationship, the only thing she can use as a weapon to attack her now is the unclear past between her and Fu Han.

"Even if you loved in the past, it was the past. He loves me now, and I plan the future with him."

Su Wanyu's eyes narrowed, and the chill rolled up, but she raised her lips and smiled, "There is a saying in life that life is always ups and downs, over and over again, the truth also needs to be tested from setbacks, and true love is the same. How can you find true love by visiting a passer-by, the past between me and him is enough to support me and wait for him to come to me."

In short, there is only one central purpose she wants to express by citing this bunch of truths - Fu Han and her are true love.

Wen Qingyue sneered and pulled the corner of her mouth, "In that case, please don't pester me as a passer-by. You can either directly conquer Fu Han, or just wait quietly. If you pester me like this, I can only explain One problem, you can't conquer Fu Han, you can only attack me."

The more people lack something, the more they love to show something. Similarly, the less confident people are, the more urgent they are.

Su Wanyu was taken into consideration by what she said, and the blood on his face had unknowingly faded, he didn't know whether it was because of the cold or because of her anger.

Wen Qingyue was too lazy to entangle with her, and wanted to leave here and go back to the living room.

She just got a little closer to Su Wanyu, when Su Wanyu suddenly reached out and grabbed her, the shadow of a tree fell on her pale oval face, making her look gloomy, staring at her sharply, with a warm smile on the corner of her mouth, "As long as you are gone, he and I will go back to the beginning, you are a person who shouldn't exist—"

In the middle of her speech, her gaze fell to the opposite side, Wen Qingyue noticed it, followed her to look over, and saw Fu Han walking over, probably looking for her.

"Why don't we take a gamble, he saw you pushing me down, is he nervous about me, or caring about you?" Su Wanyu suddenly approached her, with tears welling up in her eyes, the two of us felt pity for being bullied The tragic little white flower performed very well.

Wen Qingyue was stunned for a second, thinking that no way, no way, what time is it, and what about the white lotus?

The atmosphere was quietly tense, the two looked at each other, Su Wanyu suddenly pushed her hard, Wen Qingyue thought she was going to flop, but she didn't expect her to do the opposite, and when she wanted to push her, there were several pots of thorns next to her. The prickly pear, if she falls, it will be hard for her.

Wen Qingyue's eyes froze, and she grabbed her hand at the nick of time, but Su Wanyu suddenly threw her crutches, without any resistance, and threw them towards the pots of prickly pears with her.

She's asking her to either get hurt, or jump into the innings she's in, left and right.

The moment the two fell down, Fu Han saw it and ran over quickly to pull it back, but he could only watch as Wen Qing let go of Su Wanyu's hand, tilted to the side, and rolled on the spot, avoiding the prickly pear.

Su Wanyu avoided the prickly pear even after being pushed by her, but she slammed her head on the flowerpot, groaned, and lay down on the ground and passed out.

"Evening words!"

Wen Qingyue frowned and sat up for a moment when she heard Fu Han's nervous voice, her heart tightened, and when she looked up, Fu Han hugged Su Wanyu.

Fu Han met her gaze, his black eyes were deep and extremely complicated.

Whoops, she lost.

Su Wanyu also won this bet.

Wen Qingyue's words of explanation flowed to her lips, and when she met her eyes, she stopped explaining, looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Fu Han, I sprained my foot."

At this moment, her foot injury is insignificant compared to the coma, she mentioned this to make things difficult for Fu Han, she just wanted to see who Fu Han would choose.

Fu Han was silent, and said: "Wait for me a while, Wan Yu's head hurts, I'll send her back for a checkup and come over."

After finishing speaking, he hugged the person and ran away without stopping.

Wen Qingyue looked at his gradually receding back, only felt that her ankle hurt so badly that she couldn't control her tears.