Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

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Fu Han closed the door of the study with his backhand. Fu Zheng went to the desk and sat down, took out the cigarette case from his arms, just wanted to smoke a cigarette, but remembered that this was the study, so he had to give up.

He held the cigarette between his fingers and sniffed it at the end of his nose. In this way, he relieved the desire to smoke, and said, "How are you going to solve this matter today? You have seen Wanyu's emotions, she can't be stimulated, she When you wake up, you can no longer irritate her with those words, and your wife will definitely need an explanation."

The study room was brightly lit, and Fu Han was standing under the chandelier, the light projected down, highlighting his facial features more profoundly.

"I have already contacted the best brain doctor abroad. Wanyu can't live in a weaving dream forever. I have my own life, and I can't stay with her forever. I can't give her what she wants, and it will only make her worse. Pain." Fu Han said in a deep voice.

Ever since he found out about Su Wanyu's feelings for him, he fully realized that he couldn't go on like this. After careful consideration, he used his contacts to find the best brain doctor, hoping to cure Su Wanyu.

He can replace that person as an older brother and love her like a younger sister, but he can't respond to her love for a man and a woman.

After Fu Zheng heard what he said, he didn't speak, but the cigarette at his fingertips was crushed, and the shredded tobacco and scraps of paper fell on the table.

After a long time, Fu Zheng said coldly: "You forgot how you agreed at the beginning? Now that you can't continue with her like this, have you considered whether she can accept it? After everything is corrected, can she accept it?"

Speaking of the latter, he couldn't control it, his voice raised a bit, and he couldn't hide his anger.

Fu Han remained silent, his eyes were dark, the blackness concealed all emotions.

If you want to stare at it to see something, you will be sucked in by the deep black instead.

The oxygen in the air seemed to be pulled out suddenly, making people suffocate.

Fu Zheng threw the crushed cigarettes into the trash can, and said in a deep voice: "You have to be clear that you owe them all of this. I thought you hadn't been in love all these years because you understood that you should be responsible for Wanyu, but you But suddenly I got a certificate with a little girl I don’t know. I can understand that you are trying to break the robbery. Considering divorce."

The tone was full of refutation, without the slightest meaning of discussion.

Fu Han's face was covered with gloom, and he said in a deep voice: "I can't divorce her, and I will take care of the matter of Wanyu. Don't worry about Erbo, please don't hurt Yueyue."

Perhaps because he didn't expect that he was serious about Wen Qingyue, Fu Zheng's pupils were startled, and after realizing it, he was so angry that he slapped him on the table.

The fine red sandalwood table made a muffled sound when he slapped it, and his own palms were numb.

"What's your tone? Now that your wings are stiff, you can't tolerate my second uncle saying a few words?"

These years, Fu Han has loved and respected him a lot, and he can be regarded as half of his son. This is the first time he has spoken to him in such a tone.

Fu Han's eyes were cold, and he looked directly at him, "Anything can be discussed, and I can accommodate your opinions, but the divorce is impossible."

She is his salvation, the light in his oppressive and dark life.

He didn't want to talk any more with Fu Zheng, there was nothing to talk about, so he turned around and opened the door to go out.

Fu Zheng stared at his back furiously, until the door closed, there was a slamming sound, and something fell on the ground.

Fu Han turned a deaf ear and walked quickly to the stairwell. Yuan Bai just came out of the guest room, exchanged a glance with him, and said, "It's not a big problem, it's just that the mood swings are severe, causing fainting."

Fu Han nodded slightly, and said, "How is the contact with the brain doctor you mentioned? When can I invite him back to China?"

Yuan Bai blinked, with a look of astonishment, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I can't wait any longer." Fu Han's complexion was not very good. Wen Qingyue never answered his calls, nor did she go back to the villa. If she didn't solve it, the little girl might say goodbye to him first.

Seeing him looking at his phone from time to time, Yuan Bai frowned, and said clearly: "Your little girlfriend left in anger?"

While continuing to make phone calls, Fu Han corrected: "We have obtained the certificate, she is my wife."

Yuan Bai opened his mouth slightly into an O shape, "When did you just notify me now, are you still friends?"

"Hey, brother, has Yueyue gone home?" Fu Han ignored him, and the call to Wen's family was connected, "She was angry with me, there was an accident, she sprained her ankle, and she took advantage of me. If you don't pay attention and leave early, don't answer my phone, I'm worried about her safety—"

Listening to his rambling words, Yuan Bai shook his head with a look of seeing each other for a long time.

Sure enough, no matter how cold and cold a person is, he will become humble when he falls in love.

On the other side of the phone, Wen Cun glanced at Wen Qingyue who had just sat down next to her, and her eyes fell on her bandaged legs, with a displeased expression on her face, "You are worried about her safety and you will let her go home by herself when her foot is injured , Fu Han, how sincere are you to my sister?!"

Wen Cun didn't control the volume of his voice, and everyone in the room looked at him for a while, including Lu Yu who was left by Zhao Qiuxia to drink tea before he had time to leave.

After watching Wen Cun, everyone turned their gazes to Wen Qingyue at the same time. Zhao Qiuxia frowned and asked, "Didn't you say you twisted it by accident? Why are you still arguing with Fu Han?"

Wen Qingyue frowned slightly, and said lightly: "I sprained my foot accidentally. It really has nothing to do with him. The quarrel doesn't count. I was angry unilaterally. He didn't have time to take care of me, so I came back by myself."

Fu Han heard Wen Qingyue's voice clearly through the microphone, the cold voice was slow and leisurely, and there was indifference in the tone.

After hearing her words, Wen Cun became even more dissatisfied with Fu Han, and asked coldly: "Fu Han, how do you explain what happened on your Weibo? Are you sorry for my sister?!"

Fu Han: "Brother, things are not what you think. Su Wanyu is a family friend of mine. I treat her as my younger sister. There is a misunderstanding here. I will explain it clearly to Wanyu."

Wen Qingyue couldn't hear what Fu Han said, so she could only guess from the emotional changes on her eldest brother's face. Seeing that his eyebrows didn't relax at all, she knew that Fu Han hadn't given a convincing reason.

Wen Qingyue suddenly said: "Brother Lu Yu, thank you for sending me back for tea."

As soon as she said the words, she regretted it herself. She shouldn't use Lu Yu to take revenge on Fu Han, but the words have already been spoken, and there is no way to undo it, so she can only pretend to be calm.

Lu Yu understood when he heard the word "brother", and he glanced at her so meaningfully that he was not unhappy.

After all, this proves that Fu Han cares about his existence and even treats him as a rival in love.

He was in a good mood, and said cooperatively, "You're being polite to me again, right? I've said it all. Whenever you encounter problems, you can always come to me."

Fu Han did indeed hear the conversation between the two, and instantly understood that it was Lu Yu who was sending her back. The air pressure in his body suddenly dropped, making Yuan Bai on the side tremble, feeling a little dazed.

Who messed with this man?