Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Su Wanyu cried with her head in her hands and did not answer their questions.

Mother Su followed with tears, "Doctor, call 120 quickly and go to the hospital!"

"Okay, it's not that you don't know the identity of your daughter. The media is already on guard, so they will call 120, and they won't be on the trending list tomorrow?" Su's father frowned disapprovingly, and pulled her up.

"I don't care! All I know is that my daughter is in pain." Mother Su knelt beside Su Wanyu, wanting to comfort her but didn't know how to comfort her.

Su Yan said: "Mom and Dad, there is no need to call an ambulance, I will drive Wanyu to the hospital."

As he said he was about to hug her up, Su Wanyu grabbed Su's mother's hand and cried, "Mom, I don't want to go to the hospital, don't..."

These words made the three of them look at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Wanyu, don't you have a headache? You can only go to the hospital for a checkup." Su Yan tried to reason.

"I won't check, I don't feel any pain anymore." Su Wanyu struggled to push him, holding her head and trembling back.

Seeing her resistance, Su Yan was afraid of irritating her again, so he sighed helplessly, "Okay, don't go, I'll ask the doctor to come and check."

Su Wanyu didn't speak this time, and gradually calmed down, as if the headache really didn't go away, she just hugged her legs with her hands and buried her head, like a frightened animal, protecting her head.

……

Fu Han was in a hurry, and it took almost half an hour to get home. Wen Qingyue had already finished her meal, curled up on the soft single sofa, holding a strawberry bear and a tablet in her arms, as if she was watching a drama, with a very serious expression on her face .

Fu Han came over, walked slowly behind her, covered her eyes with his hands, and deliberately squeezed his throat and asked, "Guess who I am?"

When the line of sight is blocked, other senses will be magnified. The moment he approached, Wen Qingyue had already smelled the perfume on his body, she curled her lips and covered his hand, and said in a coquettish tone: "Old Wang, don't There's trouble, he'll be back soon."

Fu Han: "..."

"Who is Old Wang?" He let go of his hand, leaned forward a little, and looked at her with his head tilted. Even though he knew she was teasing him, he still couldn't help eating.

Wen Qingyue hadn't come out of the play yet, she looked at him in astonishment, "Why are you?"

Her eyes flickered, and she looked panicked after being caught.

Fu Han: "It's not me, who else do you want? Aren't you waiting for me?"

Wen Qingyue shook her head, "I'll wait for Old Wang next door."

As soon as the words fell, Fu Han grabbed her chin and pecked her lips, "I am the old Wang next door."

After the words fell, he went around to the front, pulled her up, hugged her, and whispered: "Let's hurry up, so as not to wait for your husband to come back."

The corners of Wen Qingyue's eyes twitched violently, and she gave him a reproachful look, "You hurry up, my husband will be back soon."

Fu Han didn't let go of her, carried her back to the room, closed the bedroom door, and said, "It's okay, there's enough time."

"Huh? You are so early? A real man in three seconds?" Wen Qingyue hurt him quickly, and regretted it after she finished speaking.

Sure enough, Fu Han's expression froze for a moment, then he pressed her on the bed, stared at her with burning eyes, and said, "Don't you know if I'm a real man for three seconds?"

The two of them were close, their breathing blended, the atmosphere inexplicably burned, and the temperature rose.

Wen Qingyue realized something was wrong, stretched out her hand to push him, Gu Zuo said to him, "Why do you smell so bad, go take a shower!"

Fu Han was already familiar with her little tricks, and his thin lips curled up slightly, "Really? Then it smells like you, okay?"

His voice was extremely low, like a lover whispering in her ear, which made her heart itch and her ears burned hot.

However, before she opened her mouth to refute, Fu Han bit her lips, chewing slowly as if tasting delicious food.

"Fu Han..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, he gave him an opportunity to invade the city and plunder the land, leaving her defenseless.

Does this person know how to be tired?I just came here three times during the day, and now I come again. The land is badly planted, so the cows won’t die from exhaustion, right?

"No, my leg hurts." Wen Qingyue panted and grabbed his troubled hand, begging for mercy coquettishly.

Too bad this doesn't work.

Fu Han kissed her on the collarbone, and said hoarsely: "You don't need to move, don't waste time, you have known me for a long time, what if your husband comes back?"

"..."

Addicted to role-playing?Is it exciting to be green yourself?

While swaying, Wen Qingyue bit her lip with regret, she shouldn't have provoked this man by being mean for a while.

Now it's all right, put yourself in and let him slaughter you.

"Honey, am I too gentle? You can still be distracted." Fu Han noticed that the person under him was distracted, his eyes darkened, and his movements became more ferocious.

"Slow down..." Wen Qingyue grasped his arm tightly, her voice raised abruptly.

She seriously suspected that she would be knocked apart, and at a critical moment, someone would try to torture her, so she gritted her teeth and shouted deliberately: "Old Wang, you are better than my husband——"

Her voice was already coquettish, but she squeezed her throat deliberately, and what she said was charming. Fu Han's dark eyes were filled with the most passionate emotions, and he blocked her mouth with actions.

Facts have proved that men cannot be aggressive, and Wen Qingyue learned this truth with a whole night of painful lessons.

At noon the next day, Wen Qingyue was woken up by a phone call. She fumbled for the phone in a daze, held it to her ear, "Hello, who?"

Her voice was so hoarse that there was a moment of silence on the phone, "Yueyue, do you have a cold?"

Fang Xiaoyuan's voice made Wen Qingyue wake up instantly. She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling above her head, "Cough...a bit, I have a sore throat. Why did you call me so early?"

Fang Xiaoyuan: "Early? It's 12:30 now."

"Huh?" Wen Qingyue glanced at the time on the phone screen, and was immediately embarrassed, "Hehe, I overslept."

It's all the fault of that tireless dog man, who tossed her until the second half of the night, as if he had developed a new continent, and played different roles overnight to green himself.

She once again discovered a truth, the more unattainable Gao Linghua is likely to be a morose heart.

"Yueyue, did you listen to me?" Fang Xiaoyuan said a lot, but found that the person opposite was silent, so she raised her voice helplessly to question.

"Ah?" Wen Qingyue regained consciousness from her own thoughts, and said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, please say it again."

"My friend held a photography exhibition and gave me an invitation letter. Are you free? Come with me?"

Wen Qingyue scratched her head, "I'm free, but is there time? I just woke up, and I have to wash up and have a meal."

Fang Xiaoyuan said: "Don't worry, there's still time, the exhibition won't close until eight o'clock in the evening, you pack up your meals, I'll drive over to pick you up."

"Okay, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Qingyue lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Unsurprisingly, there were clothes torn by some beast on the ground.

With a red face, she threw the tattered material into the trash can, and went into the bathroom to wash up on crutches.