Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

"Well, can't it?" Fu Han grasped her uninjured foot, his thin lips slightly curled up, his eyes warmed up and confessed.

Wen Qingyue's eyes fell on the hand that was holding her leg. To be honest, Fu Han's hand is very good-looking, with well-defined and slender joints, fair skin, well-manicured nails, and lines on the inside of the index and middle fingers. Fu Jiajia Hui rubbed the skin of her ankle with her fingertips, it was itchy and hot.

She wanted to retract her legs, but Fu Han didn't let go. He lowered his head and kissed her instep. The warm and soft touch made her gasp.

"You, you, you..." Wen Qingyue's eyes widened, and she stuttered when she spoke. You didn't come out for a long time, but your face became like a boiled lobster.

Fu Han let go of her legs, and leaned closer. The pressure made Wen Qingyue move back instinctively, and Fu Han followed suit. The moment she knelt on the bed, the bed sank, and there was a creak, a clear sound.

"You, you go down!" Wen Qingyue stared at the man half lying beside her, and scolded without confidence.

Fu Han looked down at her from above, and gently brushed the broken hair by her ear, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Hehe," Wen Qingyue smiled, holding his coat, and suddenly pushed it, "Then why don't you go down?"

Fu Han lay down on the side, innocently said: "I'll accompany you, I'm tired too."

As he spoke, he adjusted his position and stretched out his arms for her to rest on.

Wen Qingyue's facial muscles twitched slightly, and she sat up from the bed, "Get down, go back to your bed and sleep!"

Fu Han blinked, and obediently moved to the accompanying bed next to him, "Is it alright?"

Wen Qingyue folded her arms and looked at him coldly, "Move your bed back, don't touch me, I won't be able to sleep."

Fu Han: "Usually you don't share the same bed at home. You sleep soundly. Every time you wake up, you lie in my arms. I thought you were used to it. Like me, there is no one around you who can't fall asleep."

The muscles at the corners of Wen Qingyue's mouth tensed instantly, and her lips were pursed into a line, "People's habits are easy to form and easy to correct. You have been away on business for so many days, and you slept well?"

The atmosphere that had finally been relaxed quietly tensed again within a few seconds.

The four eyes met, one was sitting and the other was lying down, facing each other silently.

Fu Han rubbed his brows, sat up, and said, "This bed is not easy to make, I won't bother you, can you sleep?"

Wen Qingyue was silent, and after a while, she lifted the quilt and lay down with her back facing him.

Soundless silence was an answer, Fu Han's eyes were dark, he turned off the light, and lay down.

The two beds are put together, and the width is not as wide as at home, but there is a gap between them.

In the darkness, the two took long breaths, Wen Qingyue turned her back to Fu Han, stared at the darkness with her eyes open, her thoughts were in a mess.

After a long time, there was the sound of movement behind her. Wen Qingyue closed her eyes instantly, pretending to be asleep, her body tensed.

Fu Han stopped when he was half an arm's length away from her, looked sideways at the back of her head, and said, "Yueyue, the Chinese New Year is only a week away, and the company is discussing a merger project recently. After it's over, you It's almost time to leave the hospital, let's buy new year's goods together, after the new year, I will take you to travel abroad, okay?"

After finishing speaking, Fu Han quietly waited for her to answer. After waiting for a long time, thinking that she had really fallen asleep and would not answer again, she suddenly said, "How are you going to solve the news these two days?"

Fu Han was silent for a while, and said: "Remove the hot search, if you don't respond, if the popularity goes down, no one will continue the discussion."

Wen Qingyue fell silent again, and he waited for a while without responding.

"Yueyue? Are you asleep?"

What answered him was Wen Qingyue's long breathing. Fu Han was taken aback for a moment, got up and approached her, looked down, and found that she had really fallen asleep.

Fu Han sighed softly, pulled the quilt for her, and after lying down, put his hand on her waist, smelling her body, his eyelids gradually became heavy.

In the darkness, Wen Qingyue gradually opened her eyes, feeling the warmth from the hands of the man behind her on her waist, her chest felt even tighter.

Wen Qingyue thought that she would not sleep well, but she did not expect to sleep well this time, and did not wake up until near noon the next day.

"Daughter, you're awake, are you hungry?"

Wen Qingyue just woke up, still a little dazed, staring blankly at the person in front of her who was asking for warmth, and it took a while to react, "Mom? Why are you here?"

While speaking, she subconsciously glanced at her side, the accompanying bed had been moved back to its original position, and there was no sign of Fu Han in the room.

"You still said that you didn't tell your family members when you were hospitalized. It was your third brother who found out you were injured after reading the news and called Du Fu Han to find out."

While opening the food box, Zhao Qiuxia continued: "Don't look, come and have porridge. Fu Hanyi left after I came. He is in charge of the company and he is busy with work, so he can't stay with you all the time."

Wen Qingyue took the porridge and muttered in a low voice: "I didn't look for him, and I don't need him to accompany me."

Zhao Qiuxia put the movable dining table in front of her, put the dishes on the table one by one, and said resentfully: "Yes! You are so independent, you don't tell your family what happens, and you stand on your own. You say you are so brave, Doesn't rely on others at all, can Fu Han like him?"

Wen Qingyue took a sip of porridge, frowned and said, "What does it have to do with whether he likes it or not?"

Zhao Qiuxia immediately clicked her tongue, pulled a stool and sat down next to her, "You child... think for yourself, which man likes to be strong? Let alone someone like Fu Han, who is destined to need A gentle, pleasant, sensible wife, you..."

Wen Qingyue probably understood what she wanted to express, and didn't like to listen, "Mom, I'm eating, can you stop talking?"

Zhao Qiuxia paused for a moment, and after she was quiet, she said again: "Yueyue, don't think mom is nagging, marriage is not the same as falling in love, you and Fu Han got the certificate too early, mom can't say anything, but you don't want to hold the wedding early , causing rumors to spread all over the Internet, Fu Han and that Su, Su what?"

"Su Wanyu."

"Yes! Su Wanyu, Fu Han and her childhood sweetheart, the news in the past two days has even said that they are in a relationship. You are Xiao, Xiaosan..."

"Mom, what exactly do you want to say?" Wen Qingyue put down the bowl and spoon, her expression a little unhappy.

Zhao Qiuxia was a little afraid of her, especially when she was angry, her expression suddenly became submissive, "You, don't be angry, mom just wants to say, you hurry up and hold a wedding with Fu Han, and don't be too aggressive when you get along with Fu Han. Be a little coquettish, you look no worse than that Su Wanyu, if you follow Fu Han, then he will definitely not look at other women again."

Wen Qingyue could tell that she was doing it for her own benefit, but that was not a good thing to say, nor was it right.

"Mom, I understand what you mean, but don't worry about my affairs." Wen Qingyue didn't want to argue with her, and she couldn't understand it.