Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

There were people coming and going in the hospital, Wen Qingyue sat in the waiting area waiting for the film after she finished filming, Fu Han sat next to her, and the two fell into endless silence.

Wen Qingyue also didn't want to discuss other issues with him at this time, the two of them were like strangers they were most familiar with, they hardly communicated, but they could always take care of each other.

"Miss Wen, your ankle is not a serious problem, and the joint is a little bit misaligned, but the bandages you made are very well fixed, and you can rest for a while. Use ice packs every day to reduce swelling, and apply some anti-inflammatory drugs." The doctor pointed Pianzi and Wen Qingyue explained.

Fu Han stood by and listened carefully, and wrote down how to take care of her. Wen Qingyue also bought a crutch, and walked slowly to the hospital door with the crutch, not letting Fu Han hug her anymore.

After getting in the car, Wen Qingyue folded her crutches and put them by her feet. Waiting for Fu Han to come up, she said, "The inspection is also done. Find a place to sit down and talk about our affairs, or should we talk now?"

Fu Han paused slightly, and said, "Go home first, and I will explain to you slowly when I get home."

Wen Qingyue didn't object, "Okay."

Her easy-talking appearance gave Fu Han a feeling that he had reconciled, and he felt a lot more relaxed, so he started the car and drove back to the villa.

When the car passed the viaduct, Wen Qingyue turned her head and looked out the window. Her gaze was not fixed, but she exchanged a glance with the person in the rear door of the car next to her when she got off the viaduct. That familiar look made the radar in her mind ring instantly. .

It's him!Liu Daofeng? !

Wen Qingyue quickly pressed the window of the car to see clearly, but the people in the car seemed to be aware of it, and closed the window at the same time, and then the car accelerated and left them behind.

Fu Han sensed something was wrong with her, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Qingyue came back to her senses, sat down and closed the car window, frowned and said lightly: "It's okay, I admitted the wrong person."

Liu Daofeng was still wanted by the police, so it was impossible for him to return to Jiangzhou so blatantly. It had not been a few months since that incident, so he would undoubtedly fall into the trap by appearing at this time.

She must have been mistaken, it should be because they look a little similar.

She lowered her eyes and thought, but the feeling of uneasiness lingered. She was busy with other things before and forgot about Liu Daofeng. When she thought about it again today, she felt a little uneasy.

Liu Daofeng was the only one who knew the secret about her. Although he was a charlatan with few skills, he would be a threat as long as he was not caught.

Along the way, she was so preoccupied that she didn't realize that Fu Han was watching her all the time. After getting off the car, she tried to help her, but she also ignored her.

Fu Han lowered his eyes to look at his empty hand, his five fingers clenched a little bit, his handsome face was full of disappointment.

"Ma'am, you're back, why are you still injured?" The aunt at home was cleaning, when she heard the sound, she looked back to see Wen Qingyue, and greeted with a smile, and finally found that she was on crutches, and her legs were still tied with a fixed board. His smile froze, and he stepped forward to help her worried.

Wen Qingyue was supported by her aunt to sit down on the sofa, and said gently: "Accidentally sprained, it's no big problem, aunt."

"Oh, it's all put on a fixed plate, it's terrible, if a person's bones are hurt, it's a big problem!" The aunt looked at her distressedly, "I'll go buy some bones later, and make bone soup for you, madam. Make up."

Wen Qingyue smiled and said nothing, her eyes fell on the surroundings, the living room has been cleaned up by the aunt, the things arranged the night before are gone, only the flowers that Fu Han asked Ah Cheng to buy for her were not thrown away, the aunt recycled them, Trimmed vases arranged on the table.

After Fu Han hung up his coat, he came over to look at her and said, "Thirsty? I'll pour you a glass of water."

Wen Qingyue's wandering eyes fell on his face, and said: "I'm not thirsty, you don't have to do this, sit down, let's have a good talk."

His careful way of trying to please her was more like he was really sorry for her and made up for his guilt.

She doesn't like it.

Fu Han's throat rolled slightly, he walked around to the sofa, and sat down opposite her, "Wanyu and I are not the kind of relationship you think, and nothing happened between us on New Year's Eve. There were four people that day, Shen Yin and Su Yan is here, let's celebrate the new year together."

"I know, I didn't doubt what you guys had that night, and I don't want this explanation." Wen Qingyue nodded calmly, she never doubted what happened to Fu Han and Su Wanyu on the night of New Year's Eve.

She believed in Fu Han's character and would not mess around at that time.

The aunt on the side froze as she listened to the conversation between the two. Madam and husband had a fight?No wonder they had a weird atmosphere. She came to clean up and found that the dishes on the table hadn't been touched. It turned out that the Mr. New Year's Eve hadn't come back and was still with other women.

"Bang!"

Just as Fu Han was about to speak, there was the sound of something falling to the ground. The two of them looked back and saw that it was the mop in Auntie's hand that had fallen to the ground.

Auntie was stunned for a moment, smirked awkwardly, bent down to pick up the mop, "Ma'am, sir, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Fu Han said lightly, "Auntie, you should go shopping first."

He's helping Auntie, so that he can talk.

Auntie understood, and so did Wen Qingyue.

"Okay! Then I'll go shopping first. It's getting late. I'm afraid I'll lose all my bones later." The aunt smiled to ease her embarrassment, untied her apron, put on her bag and hurried out.

When the door was closed, Wen Qingyue said coldly: "There is no one now, can you explain your relationship with Su Wanyu?"

Fu Han rubbed his tense temples, and said heavily: "Do you still remember the Fu Yuan I told you about? My second uncle's son."

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows slightly and looked up at him, not understanding what this had to do with Fu Yuan, "Remember, you will never tell me that he is Fu Yuan in the things she recorded, right?"

If this is the case, it would be ridiculous, Fu Yuan passed away, Su Wanyu was already 25 years old, and the records were not broken, and that person still existed, so it couldn't be Fu Yuan's ghost.

Fu Han met her gaze and knew she didn't believe her, "Yueyue, I don't need to lie to you, Fu Yuan and Wanyu are real childhood sweethearts, they are the same age, they have been in a kindergarten since they were young, and Wanyu's love People are also him."

"Then what is she now? Transferring her feelings for Fu Yuan to you?" Wen Qingyue's face darkened completely, "Fu Han, it's meaningless for you to drag a dead person into the blame, if it is Really, don’t you feel uncomfortable with Su Wanyu like that? If you still take care of her and care about her like that, doesn’t that mean that you really love her?!”

It's ridiculous!

You can't make up a good reason to lie to her.

"Because her memory is messed up." Fu Han's tone was serious, his eyes were as black as the deep sea, which made people feel fearful, "She was there on Fu Yuan's birthday, and in that accident, she saw Fu Yuan die in front of her. Later, she was seriously injured in the head, and she was in a coma for half a year. When she woke up, she thought Fu Yuan was me. The doctor said that she couldn't bear the blow, subconsciously protected herself, and replaced her memory."