Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

He changed the subject, trying to lighten up the cold atmosphere.

He didn't want to continue Su Wanyu's topic, Wen Qingyue also cooperated, and smiled faintly, "Okay, let's buy some window grilles, red ones, and couplets, do you want to post couplets?"

"You can also change the vases in the house. Red ones, put wintersweet in them, and buy some red tablecloths and sofa covers. Your decoration is deserted. The Chinese New Year just happens to be more prosperous, and it looks festive..."

She spoke to herself, with a bright and excited smile on her face, as if she really didn't care about the news.

Fu Han looked at her, but he couldn't feel happy at all. She didn't mind and didn't fight with him. Logically speaking, he should feel relaxed and happy, but his heart was even heavier instead.

It's like a thorn in my heart

stabbing.

Wen Qingyue was still talking, even opened the software on the phone, searched for New Year's room decorations, smiled and raised the phone to share with him, "Is this vase beautiful? And this lantern, you can hang it in the living room—"

"If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh. You are obviously very unhappy. Why did nothing happen?" Fu Han looked into her eyes.

There was no smile in those beautiful almond eyes, they were cold and calm, like a cold pool, cold and calm.

The corners of Wen Qingyue's mouth dropped slowly, the smile on her face disappeared instantly, and her hands dropped, "Don't you want to change the subject and talk about decorating your home for the New Year? Can't I cooperate with you?"

She asked these few words very humblely, but her tone was full of sarcasm, sarcasm towards him.

Fu Han was silent, not knowing how to respond.

After a long time, he got up and knelt down in front of her, wanting to communicate with her face to face, looking straight into her eyes, "Yueyue, Wanyu is not your rival in love, and it shouldn't be a problem between us."

"But she's the problem between us."

Wen Qingyue retorted him indifferently, "Fu Han, have you ever thought about Su Wanyu's state of mind when she wakes up? Fu Yuan has been away from her for many years, but all these years her feelings have been truly devoted to you..."

Thinking about the worst, after Su Wanyu corrected his memory, everything was real afterwards, she still loves him, what should he do?

Fu Han understood what she meant, and said: "You are the worst idea, even so, it is her problem, I love you, it is impossible to be with her."

"Even if everyone uses public opinion to oppress you, won't you?" Wen Qingyue said.

Fu Han frowned, "Yueyue, all kinds of assumptions are meaningless."

Wen Qingyue closed her eyes in disappointment, opened her eyes again a few seconds later, looked at him, and curled her lips, "You should answer whether I will or not at this time, instead of telling me that this assumption is meaningless."

"You're a sensible person, you should know—"

"There is no rational person in love." Wen Qingyue interrupted him in a cold voice, "If I can still be rational, it proves that I don't love you enough."

Men and women think differently. For example, at this moment, Fu Han doesn't quite understand her thoughts.

He pursed his lips, remained silent for a while, and said solemnly: "The fact that I regard Wanyu as my younger sister will never change, and I love you too."

Wen Qingyue's indifferent and alienated eyes changed slightly, but her face was still cold, she lowered her head and lowered her eyes, "Fu Han, I really hate trouble. I have to explain to others every time. I explain too much. It’s annoying, and I don’t like it.”

She hasn't touched her mobile phone these days, and she doesn't want to see any news about her or questioning her.

Fu Han took her hand and interlocked his fingers, "I see, this is the last time, and I won't let you suffer this kind of wronged again."

Wen Qingyue didn't shake off his hand this time, nor did she respond to his words, she lowered her head quietly, her gaze fell on the interlocking hands.

The palms were touching, his palms were hot, which was just right for her cold hands.

It is difficult to get along with the two extremes, but they happen to be in harmony, and she doesn't want to just give up. After all, the world is too big, and it is too difficult to find someone who is in harmony with her and likes her.

On this day, Wen Qingyue turned off her mobile phone and read quietly in the ward. Fu Han asked Ah Cheng to bring her tablet. When she was tired from reading, she held the tablet to compose music and write songs.

Fu Han accompanied her, seldom talking, and basically handled work with a tablet beside her.

The two communicated very little, but enjoyed this quiet happiness.

After Fu Shi and Su Shi responded, public opinion fermented rapidly, some people believed it and some did not.

Su Wanyu didn't want to deny that she didn't love Fu Han, but under Su Yan's persuasion, she weighed the pros and cons, compromised, and used her account to edit a small composition as a response to the scandal during this period.

At the end of the day, the turmoil of public opinion in the past few days has subsided.

It's just that there are still a small number of netizens who criticize the three people in the incident.

Some scolded Wen Qingyue, while others scolded Su Wanyu and Fu Han.

It is impossible to block all the mouths, but these have no effect on them, and no one will care.

The next day, Wen Qingyue was discharged from the hospital, Fu Han took her back to Su's house, and personally explained to Wen Canghai and the others why they denied the marriage.

Wen Cun and Wen Ziming didn't buy it, but Wen Canghai didn't allow them to say any more, and this test was passed.

New Year's Eve falls on February 2st in the Gregorian calendar.

After the news incident, Fu Han did stay with her at home every day, and the two went to the mall together to buy new year's goods.

The day before New Year's Eve, Wen Qingyue's leg injury was almost healed, and she basically didn't need crutches.

She and Fu Han decorated the living room by themselves, and the aunt was also on vacation.

Wen Qingyue cut the winter plums and put them in the vase, and Fu Han also hung up the lanterns. The style of the living room was a little warmer because of these red materials.

The New Year's style put Wen Qingyue in a good mood, and she smiled from the heart. Fu Han sat down beside her, stretched out his arms to embrace her, and said, "The living room is finished, do you want to decorate the bedroom?"

Wen Qingyue shook her head, "I'm tired of decorating the living room, I can't move, I'll take a break."

Fu Han smiled slightly, took out a tissue to help her wipe away the fine sweat from her temples, his eyes met, he suddenly approached, and lightly touched her lips.

Wen Qingyue's body froze, her pupils dilated a little, and she instinctively opened her eyes wide and dodged back.

Her evasive action caused loneliness to flash across Fu Han's eyes.

After being discharged from the hospital, the relationship between them seemed to be back to normal, but he could feel her avoidance of him, and deliberately avoided his intimate contact.

It is said that whether you love someone or not, body language will express it invisible.

She was clearly alienating him.

The news response still hurt her after all, and it became a problem between them that cannot be ignored after all.

"I'm a little thirsty, do you want a drink?" Wen Qingyue stood up, avoided his gaze, and tried to divert the embarrassment with words.

She was about to walk away, but Fu Han's eyes were dark, he reached out to grab her arm, pulled her down forcefully, and pulled her into his arms.

"what--"

He pulled too hard, Wen Qingyue was caught off guard, fell into his arms, and exclaimed.