Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

"Accompany me..." Wen Qingyue repeated his words inexplicably, the curve of her lips was shallow, like mocking, "She doesn't need you today?"

Her voice is very soft, but not inaudible.

Fu Han's eyes narrowed slightly, "Thinking about it again, there were a lot of things at work yesterday, and I was talking with Su Yan at Su's house at night, it was too late, I don't want to bother you."

Wen Qingyue's eyes were slightly cold.

"Really, that's my narrow-mindedness."

She laughed at herself like a joke, took the last bite of fried dough sticks, and wiped her mouth with a tissue.

Yesterday after six o'clock, Fang Xiaoyuan sent her a message saying that he appeared in front of Su's house. Fang Xiaoyuan was playing at a friend's house yesterday, which was very close to Su's house. Coincidentally, she met Fu Han again after the party.

He only came out of Su's house around eleven o'clock, how long does it take to talk with Su Yan?

Besides, as soon as the news about Su Wanyu's mistress came out, he rushed to Su's house. It was hard not to think that he was going to appease Su Wanyu.

She settled the two breakfasts very cleanly, but Fu Han didn't eat a few mouthfuls. He put down his chopsticks at the same time as her, picked up the disposable dishes, and threw them into the trash can one by one.

Wen Qingyue sat in the wheelchair and watched silently, and waited for him to pack up, and said: "The weather is nice today, I want to go out and enjoy the sun."

Fu Han pulled a wet towel from the table to wipe his hands, and carefully wiped each finger. Hearing this, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he glanced at the clock on the wall, "It's not convenient today, I'll take you out another day, okay?" .”

At this point in time, the joint statement of Fu Shi and Su Shi has been released, and no matter how quiet the hospital is, some people will pay attention to the news.

At this time, he and she can no longer appear in front of the media, otherwise all responses will be in vain.

Wen Qingyue lowered her eyes slightly, playing with her fingernails. The manicures have been removed, and the nails are neatly trimmed. The nail beds are long and round, revealing a flesh pink color.

She rubbed the edge of the nail of her ring finger with the pad of her thumb, suppressing the growing emotions in her heart, and asked lightly, "Why? I need a reason."

Fu Han threw the tissue into the trash can, walked up to her, squatted down, put his hands on both sides of the wheelchair, and looked at her eye level, "Yueyue, did you read yesterday's news?"

"Do you want me to watch it?" Wen Qingyue asked softly.

What he said was intriguing. The fact was that she already knew it, but if he didn't want her to see it, she could pretend not to see it.

Fu Han was silent for a moment, "Those two pieces of news were leaked to reporters by Liu Nanfeng, who bought a navy to drive public opinion..."

Wen Qingyue asked in a low voice: "Have you discussed how to respond?"

Interrogative sentences, but the tone is affirmative.

"En." Fu Han locked his eyes on her, trying to find some other emotions from her face, but she was very calm.

"You know the situation of Wanyu, she can't lose her reputation just because of the bad name we bear, so..." Fu Han pursed his lips slightly, "I discussed with Su Yan to deny our secret marriage, and the Su family will also Respond to Wanyu's feelings towards me as just brother and sister."

This is the best solution he can come up with, and neither party will be harmed.

After saying that, Fu Han held her hand. Seeing that she didn't respond, he continued: "Yueyue, I know this response is unfair to you. When Wanyu's illness is cured, I will make it up to you."

Wen Qingyue's eyes rolled slightly, his amber pupils reflected his handsome face, "If her illness can't be cured, will our relationship never see the light of day?"

She asked calmly, like an academic quiz, only one answer was needed, and there were no other emotions in it.

Fu Han's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he held her hand a little harder, Wen Qingyue frowned, and said coldly: "You hurt me, let go."

After finishing speaking, she didn't wait for Fu Han to let go, and pulled out her hand forcefully.

With nothing in his hand, Fu Han lowered his eyes to look at the hand she took away, feeling powerless as the sand flowed from her palm.

He clenched his fists, his eyes were deep, and he said firmly: "No, I have checked a lot of information, and her state is more like a mental illness, which needs to be sorted out by a doctor. There is a high possibility of her recovery .”

Wen Qingyue nodded slightly, did not speak, turned the wheelchair, turned and walked to the bed, and reached out to pick up the phone.

Fu Han was silent for two seconds before standing up, standing where he was and looking at her back.

Although she was mentally prepared, Wen Qingyue still couldn't restrain her irritability after seeing countless messages asking about the situation.

Wen Qingyue didn't intend to reply, but just for a while, Wen Canghai called again, but she didn't answer, the phone automatically hung up a second later, he called again.

This time, Wen Qingyue directly hung up and blocked the call, and the phone was instantly quiet.

She looked coldly at the earliest of the dozens of missed calls, at 41:[-], and it seemed that the response came out after [-]:[-].

No wonder Fu Han came to accompany her so early, because he was afraid that she would mess with the news and ruin their response?

Suddenly, Fu Han's cell phone rang, followed by his voice, saying: "Dad called me, I will explain to my parents."

Wen Qingyue clenched her phone tightly, and said coldly: "How are you going to explain? Su Wanyu is sick, and you have to take her illness into account, and you can't admit that I married you?"

There was sarcasm in her cold tone, piercing into Fu Han's heart, he stopped his movements, let the bell ring, and said: "The less people who know about Wanyu's disease, the better..."

Wen Qingyue understood, and said in a cold voice: "Then you can pick it up here, and I want to hear your explanation, so that they don't ask me, and I'm a slip of the tongue."

Fu Han's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swiped to answer in silence, "Dad—"

"Wanyu's phone is out of battery. I'm with her. There's a reason for the news. I can't explain it on the phone. I'll go over and explain it to you tomorrow, so..."

After a few words, the call ended. Wen Qingyue couldn't hear what Wen Canghai said, but she could probably guess what he was thinking. It was ironic that Fu Han dismissed him with just a few words.

She smiled, "Tsk, my dad is so easy to dismiss. If I had known that the problem could be solved for a reason, I wouldn't block him."

Fu Han frowned lightly, knowing that she was feeling uncomfortable, and it was normal for her to be eccentric.

"However, if something happens for a reason, it can only be delayed for a while. Tomorrow you are going to my house to explain to them? Is this enough time for you to think about the reason?" Wen Qingyue continued to ask with a sly smile, with a thorny smile.

Fu Han put away his mobile phone, sat down on the bed beside her, reached out to touch her face, but she stopped him coldly, "Don't touch me."

With a clear and cold tone, the voice was not loud, but very alienated. In a trance, Fu Han felt like returning to the time when they first met.

Fu Han's hands froze in mid-air, only half an inch away from her face, his fingertips curled up slightly, and finally withdrew his hands, the corners of his mouth curled up, and said in a warm voice: "I have asked the doctor, you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, just go back together Have dinner with my parents."

"I just talked about a multinational project yesterday, and I will be free next time. I can accompany you every day. There are still five days until New Year's Eve. We can decorate our home. Think about how to dress it up, and we will go shopping together..."