Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

This dreary atmosphere, as if a destructive war could break out at any time, ended with Fu Han's light sigh.

He rubbed his face, adjusted his emotions, and said softly: "Yueyue, I was wrong to lie to you that day, I promise that there will be no next time, I will hurry up to deal with the evening talk, don't be angry, okay ?”

His voice is deep and magnetic, coaxing people with a unique taste.

He took the lead in giving in and apologizing, but Wen Qingyue didn't want to completely sentence him to "death sentence", so she snorted arrogantly and said: "Fu Han, for the last time, I will trust you for the last time."

"Okay, I promise there won't be a next time." Fu Han heaved a sigh of relief, his expression softened, he moved closer to her, and reached out to hug her, but she pushed him away.

Wen Qingyue still had a cold face, "I'm still angry, don't touch me, stay away from me!"

Fu Han lost his hand, smiled helplessly, looked at her with pampering eyes, lingering so that Wen Qingyue almost gave in, she simply turned her head away, turned to him and said coldly: "Hurry up, go down and help me adjust the bed." Come on, I'm going to bed."

"Okay." Fu Han got off the bed with a smile, stood at the end of the bed and bent down to adjust the height of the bed for her. After the adjustment, he saw someone lying down, and asked sincerely: "Hey, have you washed? Can't you sleep without brushing your teeth and washing your face?" health."

Wen Qingyue: "..."

"You are unhygienic, your whole family is unhygienic!"

Fu Han: "You are also my family."

Wen Qingyue: "..."

The two had a childish conversation between elementary school students for a few minutes, and finally Fu Han carried her to the bathroom, stood by and watched her brush her teeth and wash her face, and helped her wipe her face with a washcloth.

After wiping her face, Fu Han still rubbed her face with his hand, reluctant to let go.

Just after washing her face, her skin looked smoother and fairer, like suet jade, warm and nice to the touch.

Wen Qingyue got impatient at being touched by him, she frowned and opened his hand, "Take it away, don't act like a hooligan, and lick me."

Fu Hanwei pursed his lips and did not speak. He rubbed his fingers lightly, still savoring the feeling of her skin.

Wen Qingyue pretended not to see it: "I want to wash my feet, help me there."

Fu Han let her order, helped her to the place where the stool was placed, and when she sat down, he took the initiative to put water for her to wash her feet.

Her other foot was in plaster, and she only needed to wash one foot without touching the water. Fu Han carefully placed the water next to her foot, squatted down, and reached out to touch her foot.

Wen Qingyue was startled, and instinctively wanted to shrink back, but she couldn't avoid his hand.

"Don't... I'll do it myself."

Fu Han looked up at her, "Don't move, I'll come."

His eyes were too firm, and Wen Qingyue was speechless for a moment, quietly watching him take off her socks, put them in hot water, and gently massage her feet.

Wen Qingyue looked at Fu Han's hair twirling, watched him carefully and gently wash and wipe her feet, even though the technique was a little rusty, Wen Qingyue was still very moved in her heart, with an indescribable feeling.

She and Fu Han have gone through a lot of things together, and logically speaking, they have done more intimate things, and washing their feet is nothing, but psychologically, they still feel embarrassed and awkward.

After pouring the water, Fu Han put the basin away, washed his hands and came over to hug her, but when he found her with her head down, she didn't know what she was thinking, and she was extremely quiet, so he knelt down and looked at her.

Wen Qingyue noticed it, restrained her thoughts, looked up at him, "What are you doing?"

Fu Han slightly hooked his lips, "What are you thinking? So serious."

"I'm thinking about how to get you out of here, don't bother me." Wen Qingyue curled her lips, reached out and pulled the sink next to her to stand up.

Fu Han stood up, stood in front of her, looked at each other, and said, "So annoying me?"

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows, "Hmm."

Fu Han was not angry either, and said with a smile, "You call it unloading the mill and killing the donkey."

"You admit you're a donkey?"

"..."

Fu Han stared at her lips, and sighed helplessly, "This mouth is eloquent, I can't beat you."

Wen Qingyue let out a slight cold snort from her nasal cavity, "Mr. Fu, you are a concise and concise person who can get to the point in one sentence. I can be fooled by you. It can be seen that who can compare to you in terms of eloquence?"

With a few words, he ran on him openly and secretly.

Fu Han raised his hands in surrender, "Don't mention this, okay?"

Wen Qingyue snorted and pushed him, "Help me out."

Fu Han stepped forward and approached, without saying a word, he picked up the man and walked out.

"Hey, you don't understand human words, do you? I said I'll help me, do you insist on hugging me?" Wen Qingyue beat his chest several times unhappily, resenting him.

Fu Han endured, and put him on the bed, "Your leg is injured, your husband is your leg."

"..."

Wen Qingyue choked on his words, and the word "husband" made her so irritable that her ears turned red visibly.

Sensing her reaction, Fu Han bent down and stared at her, "Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"

He put his hand against her forehead, a smirk hidden deep in his dark eyes.

"I, I didn't... It was hot. There was steam in the bathroom just now. It was too hot, and it was a little cold when I came out." Wen Qingyue reached out and touched her face. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but her face seemed to be burning too.

Fu Han raised his eyebrows, "Really? Then take a look, is my face red?"

He leaned closer, grabbed her hand and touched his face.

The four eyes met, sparks collided and ignited.

Wen Qingyue only felt that the skin touched by her palm was a little hot, which made her heart tremble.

She wanted to retract her hand, and said without looking away: "No! Let go, I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

The corners of Fu Han's lips turned up, he held her hand firmly, and said, "Then give me a kiss."

Wen Qingyue? ? ?

She pulled out her hand abruptly, and stared at him shyly, "Mr. Fu, please correct your attitude! I'm still angry with you!"

Fu Han looked at her innocently, and said in a low voice, "But I want to kiss you."

Wen Qingyue: "..."

Why is this person so shameless?

"I performed so well tonight, won't you give me a reward?" Fu Han continued.

The corners of Wen Qingyue's mouth twitched slightly again, knowing that this person was going to make an inch of it just to get a little sweetness, so she couldn't be soft-hearted, but there was a sense of guilt for bullying him deep in her heart.

In her mind, he squatted down to help her wash her feet. The president who managed tens of thousands of employees, a big man who influenced the lifeline of the city's economy, squatted down to bring her water for a bath, and she felt even more guilty.

"You, you squat down a little bit." Wen Qingyue said.

Fu Han bent down, put his hands on the bed beside her, and looked at her with burning eyes.

Wen Qingyue said: "Close your eyes."

Fu Han followed suit.

In the next second, a warm touch fell on his cheek, and it was gone as soon as he touched it, like a superficial touch.

Fu Han opened his eyes, touched his cheek, looked at the person in front of him, and said, "That's it?"

Wen Qingyue stared at him: "Otherwise?"

Fu Han stretched out his hand to touch her lips, "At least give her a kiss."

Wen Qingyue kicked him, "Keep an inch!"