Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

After Wen Qingyue finished speaking, the two looked at each other in silence.

For a long time, he still didn't speak, Wen Qingyue mustered up the courage to say again: "Fu Han, let's separate."

Fu Han pursed his lips tightly.

He looked at her.

After a while, he said, "Is there any more?"

Wen Qingyue was taken aback for a moment, "What?"

Fu Han said, "Is there any other reason for separation?"

He couldn't figure out why she wanted to break up with him and end this relationship after only a few hours, when she had publicly admitted her marriage on Weibo in the morning, and everyone on the Internet knew that she was his Fu Han's wife.

Wen Qingyue was stopped by his question, she was stunned for two seconds, and said seriously: "Yes, I don't know since when, I didn't get positive emotional value in this relationship, and most of the time I was Unhappy, I don't want to consume myself anymore, our relationship is not healthy anymore."

Looking back on this relationship, when faced with a choice, he never chose her. From the very beginning, he was calculating each other, so he was wrong at the beginning, which destined their relationship to not last long.

It is good for both of us to propose an end before we are completely trapped.

Fu Han's eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyelashes blocked the surging emotions in his eyes.

His fingers curled up slightly, and he clenched his fist slowly, a little cautiously and cautiously, as if there was sand in his hand, knowing that if he clenched it too tightly, it would be lost faster, but he was afraid that if he did not clenched it tightly, he would lose it completely.

He asked, "Are you finished?"

Wen Qingyue: "Yes."

Fu Han bent down without saying a word, took out a pack of cigarettes from the storage box under the coffee table, got up with the cigarettes, walked to the aisle leading to the swimming pool behind, opened the door, and stood by the door to light a cigarette.

He smoked one after another.

The smog enveloped his face, Wen Qingyue couldn't see the changes in his expression clearly, but felt that his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of gloom.

A clean white tile in front of him was covered with soot and cigarette butts.

Wen Qingyue counted and had already smoked five cigarettes, and he took out another one to refill, as if he was going to finish a pack of cigarettes.

Don't you die?

Wen Qingyue frowned, and finally couldn't see it, fearing that he would smoke to death, got up and walked over, reached out and snatched the cigarette dangling from his mouth, threw it on the ground, with an angry face: "Do you want to be poisoned by nicotine! "

Fu Han didn't speak, but looked at her closely.

When he got closer, Wen Qingyue realized that his eyes were scarlet, and his eyes were so deep that they seemed to swallow her up.

The two looked at each other, and the sound of breathing suddenly became clear.

Wen Qingyue's lips moved and she took a step back. This movement seemed to irritate Fu Han.

He suddenly grabbed her arm, pulled her towards him, clasped her waist with one hand, pinched her chin with the other, forcing her to raise her head, and lowered her head to cover her lips forcefully.

The kiss with a strong smell of smoke came suddenly and fiercely, Wen Qingyue didn't expect him to be like this, and pushed him violently.

"Go away! Are you sick?"

Her breathing was disordered, and she struggled uncomfortably, but he grabbed her slender wrists and raised them to the top of her head. He pressed one hand against the wall, pinched her chin, lowered her head and kissed her fiercely again. .

"Well……"

Wen Qingyue clenched her teeth tightly, and Fu Han bit her lip, forcing her to loosen her jaw. He took advantage of the gap and invaded forcefully and brutally.

She resisted and clenched her teeth, so the smell of rust spread in her mouth, and the smell of smoke was suppressed, mixing with their saliva, blending and blending.

This kiss has no lust at all, it has nothing to do with ambiguity or lingering, but even if it hurts, Fu Han will not let her go.

For a moment, Wen Qingyue even had the feeling that he was going crazy and was going to drag her into the abyss together, and never let go.

Wen Qingyue had never seen such a...powerful side of Fu Han.

By the end, both were tired.

Fu Han hugged her, panted heavily, and said in a hoarse voice: "The Fu family, there is no such thing as divorce. If you are unhappy, I can change it, make you happy again, and make our relationship healthy. It will not consume you. emotions that make you sad."

Wen Qingyue was weak all over, leaning against his arms, resting her chin on his shoulder, listening to his words, closing her eyes weakly, hiding her sadness in her eyes.

She had clearly made up her mind, but after hearing what he said, her heart softened, she was shaken, and even gave birth to a sense of guilt that she was good or bad, and that she bullied him.

"Fu Han, don't promise what you can't do." Wen Qingyue slowly recovered her physical strength, finished speaking in a low voice, pushed him away, looked at him with broken eyes, and stepped back.

"Break up..." Wen Qingyue stood a few steps away from him, met his eyes, couldn't say anything cruel, and didn't have the initial firmness, "You and I have to think about this matter carefully, should we continue?" go down."

After all, she still softened her heart and let go.

Wen Qingyue turned and went upstairs, Fu Han looked at her figure, his heart that was tightly clenched, as if it was about to burst, suddenly relaxed a little.

As she climbed the stairs, he looked down gradually, noticing her swaying skirt, her bare feet without a slipper.

Fu Han took a step forward, kicked something, and looked down, a slipper with a felted rabbit head was kicked over by him at the moment, and its owner didn't realize that it was left behind.

He bent down to pick up the slippers, patted the soot on the rabbit's ears, and hurried upstairs.

Wen Qingyue's mind was confused, immersed in her own thoughts, she didn't realize that one foot was bare, and when she heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind her, before she could see clearly when she turned her head, her body lightened and she soared into the air.

"Ah!" She exclaimed in fright, instinctively hooked the man's neck, her face turned pale, "What are you doing?"

She was reprimanding herself for being soft-hearted and not decisive enough, but being so frightened by him, the anger in her heart was suddenly aroused and surged, "Let go! I didn't forgive you, and I was thinking about whether to end it. It's a cold war. Can you Do not touch me?!"

Fu Han: "You dropped a shoe, didn't you notice it?"

"..."

Wen Qingyue looked down and couldn't see her feet, but after his reminder, she felt the nakedness of her right foot.

Embarrassment enveloped her frantically.

After a while, Wen Qingyue said stiffly, "You can give me the slippers instead of hugging me."

Fu Han didn't answer the words, so he naturally wanted to hug him if he could.

Especially during relationship problems, close contact can ease the relationship.

Back in the bedroom, Fu Han gently placed her at the end of the bed, turned around and returned with a pack of tissues, knelt down and reached out to touch her feet.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Wen Qingyue avoided it, frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

Fu Han reached out again, grabbed her ankle, pulled it towards him, took out a tissue and wiped her feet, "The soles of the feet are covered with dust, wipe it off."

"Don't...hahaha..."

The tissues swept across the soles of the feet, Wen Qingyue couldn't help laughing before she finished her refusal, and struggled to kick him away.

Fu Han was stunned for two seconds, stopped his movements and looked up at her, the itch disappeared, and the smile on Wen Qingyue's face hadn't completely disappeared yet, when he met his gaze, the upward curve of his muscles froze.

"Cough," Wen Qingyue cleared her throat in embarrassment, "let go, I'm going to wash my feet."

Fu Han grabbed her feet and deliberately scratched the soles of her feet with paper.

The tickling acupoint was touched again, Wen Qingyue tried hard to control the facial muscles, suppressed her voice and didn't want to laugh, she opened her mouth to ask him to stop, but she never expected that her voice was trembling when she spoke, with an unconcealable laughter .