Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Wen Qingyue nodded silently, staring at the void with unfocused eyes, sorting out what happened today in her mind.

The silence elongated the slight uneasiness in Fu Han's heart, he opened his mouth, and Wen Qingyue interrupted him just as he uttered a word.

"this--"

"I didn't expect what Su Wanyu said was true. I thought she was trying to scare me."

Wen Qingyue curled her lips in a self-deprecating manner, and looked up at him, "Why did you lie to me?"

This is the most disturbing point for her. If there is no ghost in her heart, why would she lie to her?

"I'm sorry..., I really shouldn't have lied," Fu Han said slowly, "I'm afraid you might misunderstand, she's coming to promote her friends today, Su Yan is talking about cooperation, and she can't get away, her parents called and asked me help……"

Wen Qingyue leaned back, closed her eyes not to look at him, and said in a low voice, "What are you afraid I might misunderstand? You have explained everything to me clearly, and tell me the truth, even if I feel a little uncomfortable, I won't be wrong." You are angry, but you choose to lie..."

The moment before she fell into a coma, what she thought was that if she really died, her only regret would be that she would be shaken by one or two words from others, doubt him, send those messages to test him, and be a little angry with him, but the result is that someone else His words are true and his words are false.

He was the one who lied to her.

"There are two situations when people choose to lie. First, they don't trust the other party. Second, they have ghosts in their hearts and a guilty conscience. They lie to protect themselves." After Wen Qingyue finished speaking, she sighed a little tiredly, opened her eyes and sat upright. Looking straight and sharp into Fu Han's eyes, "Which one do you belong to?"

In fact, no matter which one it is, there is not much difference to her, and the nature will not change.

Fu Han looked back at her with dark eyes, "It won't happen in the future."

"You know that once trust is broken, it's hard to build it up again. Just like reuniting a broken mirror, the cracks still exist."

Fu Han was silent for a while, before he said in a low voice: "Yueyue, people are not sages, it is impossible to never lie. I said this not to excuse myself, but you can't sentence me to death just because of this one time."

Wen Qingyue was silent for a while, and suddenly smiled, "That's right, I was too serious."

She was talking ironically, but Fu Han could hear it, but he couldn't answer the words, a sense of powerlessness enveloped him.

The atmosphere became dead silent because of the silence between the two, until the knock on the door sounded, Ah Cheng pushed the door in, looked at them and said, "Master, Ma'am, the surveillance has been tuned out, the person who knocked Madam unconscious in the mall sneaked in while there were too many people." Yes, he ran out again while there were too many people, but our people failed to find him and let him run away."

Fu Han said in a deep voice: "There are cameras outside the shopping malls. It is impossible for people to just run away without a trace. Contact the owners of those shops, and then adjust the monitoring to find them!"

There was a stern voice in the deep voice, and Ah Cheng's heart was shocked, knowing that the master was really angry, "Yes!"

Wen Qingyue's expression was very flat, and she said to Ah Cheng: "Is the surveillance copy out? Show me, I should know that person."

Those eyes felt too familiar to her, and the man was obviously afraid that she would recognize him, so he kept silent to speak to her.

Ah Cheng turned on the phone, found the video and passed it to her.

Wen Qingyue took the phone, and the video was truncated, so a dozen seconds later, a man in black, with a peaked cap and a mask appeared in her field of vision, but it was always a long-distance shot, and it was an overhead shot, so she couldn't see it. man's face.

Fu Han moved his position quietly, approached her and watched the surveillance together.

The video jumped to 3 minutes later, Wen Qingyue just came out of the bathroom, stood opposite the photography exhibition hall, turned around and walked towards the fire exit, hung up the phone, but suddenly turned her head to look to the opposite side.

Wen Qingyue knew what she was looking at at the moment, and stretched out her hand to flick on the video, trying to zoom in on the video, but forgot that it was a mobile phone, and the video couldn't zoom in on a certain point.

"Isn't there a closer, clearer shot?" After watching the surveillance, Wen Qingyue was a little disappointed, they were all blurry people, and she couldn't recognize them.

Ah Cheng immediately said: "I took a photo, Madam, please swipe, the next one will be a zoomed-in photo."

Wen Qingyue swiped the screen suspiciously, and it turned out to be a zoomed-in photo. In the photo, the man looked up at the camera. Although the zoomed-in photo was still blurry, it was enough.

The slender and narrow eyes are full of light, they are the kind of eyes that can calculate others and can't see others' good looks.

She stared straight at such a pair of eyes, and gradually these eyes met the eyes in her memory, that face was——Liu Daofeng!

He dared to come back.

Wen Qingyue's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flashed, and a murderous aura gradually grew in her heart.

Seeing her like this, Fu Han asked, "Did you recognize her?"

Ah Cheng also looked at her expectantly.

"Well, if I'm not wrong, this person is Liu Daofeng, the fake Taoist priest who worked with Liu Nanchen before." Wen Qingyue explained slowly.

Hearing this, Fu Han carefully recalled the staring at that time. He had seen Liu Daofeng a few times, but since Liu Nanchen's matter was resolved, he forgot about Liu Daofeng, so he failed to recognize Liu Daofeng when they met today.

Now that I think about it, these small eyes are so characteristic, that is, Liu Daofeng is not wrong.

"You are so brave, you dare to come back and act under the nose of the police, and you dare to come to trouble you." Fu Han's voice was cold, and he was already ready to kill.

Liu Daofeng repeatedly hurt Wen Qingyue, which is a hidden danger, and someone must be found to solve it.

"Contact the police to ask about the situation and find a way to find him."

Ah Cheng nodded, turned around and left the ward to go to work.

As soon as he left, the two people in the room became quiet again, and neither spoke. Wen Qingyue leaned back again, and slightly closed her eyes.

After a while, Fu Han asked, "Liu Nanchen is dead. What kind of grievance does Liu Daofeng have with you? He took the risk of being wanted to kidnap you."

The eyeballs under Wen Qingyue's eyelids rolled slightly, "What do you mean? You don't know the grievances between me and him the best, so why are you asking me the other way around?"

On the first day she came here, she was fighting desperately with Liu Daofeng, and ran into him during her escape, and Liu Daofeng even talked to him.

Fu Han was embarrassed, of course he knew, he just wanted to find something to chat with her.

Wen Qingyue also saw his intention, did not poke it, raised her eyes and glanced out the window and said, "I want to be discharged from the hospital, help me with the discharge procedures."

Fu Han said: "No, the doctor said that your ankle injury has worsened, and you have to stay in the hospital for observation for a while."

"How long is a period of time?" Wen Qingyue's mouth twitched slightly, she didn't want to be hospitalized.

"Ten days if it's fast, maybe half a month or even longer if it's slow." Fu Han said cruelly.

Wen Qingyue wanted to cry, but she was completely silent.

Seeing her depressed mood, Fu Han comforted her: "Don't worry, stay in the hospital for a few days, and go home to take care of her if there are no major problems."

Wen Qingyue didn't answer him, and lay down, tucked into the quilt, blocking his sight.

She refuses to communicate with him in this way.

Fu Han looked at the person under the quilt, and the gentle emotions in his eyes dissipated like a tide, replaced by sadness and a trace of exhaustion.