Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

This soft and light voice, paired with the faint sweet fragrance of her body, carried an inexplicable sense of stability.

The clinic had already closed the door. She knocked hard a few times, but no one got up to open the door, so she took a stone from the side and violently broke the lock!

Although the tools used are crude, this little guy is very skillful.

Instead of smashing the lock with brute force, he smashed the clasp of the padlock, and the clasp fell off after a few strokes, and he walked in with his arm.

After all, it is a small clinic in the village, and some things are very limited, but for Wen Qingyue, it is enough!

Sterilize, process, sew!

This made the big man the driver see the wound and couldn't help shaking his hands, but she dealt with it all without any disturbance.

The movements are neat and clean, not sloppy at all!

After treating all his wounds thoroughly, she took out the silver needles to give him injections again.

The bleeding was completely stopped.

She bent down slightly, and her clear black eyes stared into his eyes for a moment.

The breath of death that was originally as silent as stagnant water is no longer there, and the breath of the purple dragon is even stronger!

She got up satisfied:

"I suggest that you find a more professional hospital to treat the wound for a second time after you go back to avoid any accidents. You help me once, I save your life, and we are even. If there is any intersection in the future, it will be business-like and will not involve each other. "

After treating the wound for herself, Wen Qingyue swallowed another painkiller, turned off the light, and walked outside:

"My name is Wen Qingyue. If you want to get rid of the poison on your husband, you can leave a message in the newspaper. After I see it, I will contact you. You rest in the clinic and see you again."

"Aren't you going to ask my name?" Fu Han looked at her figure closing the door outside, with a bit of helplessness in his tone.

The owner of the leading industry in Kyoto, there are countless women rushing to his side.

Even throwing away this layer of identity.

Because of his face, there are countless women who are desperately pasting it.

But the little girl in front of her didn't have any inquiry or curiosity about him.

Wen Qingyue looked him up and down. He was dressed in a well-tailored high-end suit, and a single accessory was worth millions of dollars, so his status must be good.

"Who is your name, where do you live, and why you are so down, it has nothing to do with me. I protect your heart, as long as you don't die, wait here obediently until dawn and tell your family to pick you up, you won't die .”

Say it.

She hung up the door lock vaguely, looked left and right on the side of the road, and finally drove away the pure black Maybach.

Fu Han who was listening to the sound quietly in the clinic: "..."

Not only was she not interested in him, she even drove his car away...

He looked up and saw the charging cable not far away, and propped himself up to plug in the phone to charge.

The moment the phone was turned on, a call came in:

"Master, are you still safe?" Assistant Ah Cheng asked nervously.

The corners of Fu Han's mouth drooped coldly and distantly, with no emotion in his tone, he reported his location.

"A Yuan and I set off to pick you up immediately. By the way, sir, the old man... called again to remind you, and you must give an answer before tomorrow."

Fu Han's eyes dimmed slightly.

Tomorrow is the ten year period!

The old man of the Fu family lost two sons in a row in middle age, so he brought his grandson Fu Han by his side and raised him as the first person in power.

When Fu Han was a child, the old man specially asked a master to tell his fortune for him, telling him that he must get married between the ages of 17 and 27, which would break the barrier that he carried with him.

Otherwise, you will not live to be 35 years old!

And tomorrow is his 27th birthday, the last day of the ten-year period established by the master.

Mr. Fu found a bunch of famous ladies for him, and he had to choose one before tomorrow and get a marriage certificate!

Otherwise, you will see the old man's body lying in front of his door the next day.

"Tell the old man, I have chosen."

"Grandpa, which eldest lady is the old man's favorite, I will return it right away!"

"Neither of them." Fu Han looked at the silver needles on the table, raised his hand and gently picked up one.

There seemed to be the temperature of the little guy's fingers on it.

His tone was still extremely indifferent and alienated, "It's a racing driver who knows how to do medicine. Ah Cheng, find a girl named Wen Qingyue from all the racing drivers and medical families in Kyoto. After I go back, I want to see her." All relevant information."

Since you have to marry anyway, why not find someone you like.

Ah Cheng said respectfully: "Yes!"

Wen Qingyue drove the car all the way to the entrance of the Wen family's villa. Looking at the luxurious but not extravagant interior of the car, she unconsciously thought of the purple dragon spirit on that man.

It was a rare fortune, but she had more important things to do.

Wen Shuangshuang, a fake daughter who has been favored by the Wen family for 19 years, actually wants to kill her, so that everything that should belong to the original owner continues to fall on her head.

Ah!

What a fool's dream!

He got out of the car and raised his hand to press the doorbell. The moment the door opened, there was a burst of laughter from inside.

Wen Qingyue raised her eyes and looked in. The two elders of the Wen family were there, and Wen Shuangshuang, who was dressed like a little princess, was sitting in the middle. Behind Wen Shuangshuang, there were two men standing, who seemed to be two older brothers.

What a star-studded young lady of the Wen family!

Her eyes were menacing, and the corners of her lips curled up in a nice curve, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, and she greeted everyone in the room:

"Hello, I'm Wen Qingyue."

The members of Wen's family who did not expect Wen Qingyue to come were stunned when they saw her coming in. Her body was messy and bloody.

Wen Shuangshuang seemed to have seen a ghost, her pupils widened, she pointed at Wen Qingyue's face, and shouted in disbelief: "Why are you here! Aren't you dead? Why are you here!"

Seeing Wen Shuangshuang's reaction, Wen Qingyue smiled coldly.

It seems that Wen Shuangshuang still doesn't know the situation in the village.

That's just right.

She walked down Wen Shuangshuang's pole.

"Shuangshuang, why are you treating me like this, I'm really cold and scared down here..."

"Ah!!" Wen Shuangshuang covered her ears in dismay, and burrowed into her mother Zhao Qiuxia's arms: "I don't know, don't look for me, I didn't do it, Mom! Get her out! Kill her!"

Zhao Qiuxia looked at Wen Shuangshuang with a puzzled frown, and patted her on the back comfortingly: "Good Shuangshuang, mommy's sweetheart, don't be afraid, tell mom, what's wrong with you?"

"Shuangshuang, are you scared? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. The third brother is by your side to protect you." The third brother Wen Ziming stood by Wen Shuangshuang's side, looking at Wen Qingyue defensively.

This loving and warm appearance caused Wen Qingyue's heart to suffocate and hurt.

she knows.

This is the body memory of the original owner.

Be good, don't be sad.

do not worry.

Since I have used your body, I will protect your love for you!

I will avenge you for your revenge.

Everything that should belong to you, I will take it back for you bit by bit with my own hands!

"Big Brother, Third Brother, go and drive her out! She's here to kill me, she's going to kill me!" Wen Shuangshuang tearfully tugged at the clothes of her two brothers, her legs limp from fright.

How could this Wen Qingyue still be here?

Didn't the master nail her soul so that she could never be reborn forever!