Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

"I didn't buy it for you to wear." Wen Qingyue choked with a straight face.

It's just that what she said at the moment didn't have much momentum, and her voice, which was trying to pretend to be serious, seemed to be bickering.

Fu Han's deep and dark eyes locked on her, kissed the corner of her mouth, and said hoarsely: "I know, I want to see it, I let you..."

"Stop talking, it's impossible!" Wen Qingyue really couldn't stand him speaking in such a tone, which made her bewildered.

Like a big wolf dog with aloof appearance, it is wagging its tail at its owner, just begging to be petted on the head.

Fu Han had no idea that his image in her heart had become a big wolf dog at the moment, he gasped slightly, "Yueyue, I'm so uncomfortable."

Wen Qingyue: "Go take a cold shower, if a cold shower doesn't work, you can do it yourself."

The fields will also be plowed down, okay?

Fu Hanfu leaned down, held her hand, interlocked his fingers, and without saying a word, just kissed her forehead, eyes, bridge of nose inch by inch, and finally stopped on her lips.

Wen Qingyue looked at him without blinking, her red lips were still a little swollen, it was left by him kissing her fiercely and biting her when he was angry.

Breathing intertwined, Fu Han changed his angle, covered her lips, and kissed her more deeply.

After a while, Wen Qingyue frowned and complained, "Fu Han, don't pinch my ears."

However, the man just paused, still pinching her earlobe with his fingers and rubbing it lightly, Wen Qingyue only felt that the temperature of the earlobe was uncomfortably hot.

She propped up the bed with her hands and moved up, trying to avoid him.

Fu Han grabbed her leg with his big hand and pulled it down, and she came back under him again, his hand went up her calf, and the hem of the skirt rolled up as well.

"Fu Han!" Wen Qingyue hastily stopped him, her big hand barely landed on the base of her thigh, pinching her five fingers, sinking into the flesh, leaving ambiguous marks.

She propped herself up, one of the shoulder straps fell off naturally, but she didn't notice it, she looked at him, her breathing was short, and her chest heaved and fell.

She didn't know how attractive she looked at the moment.

Obviously not long after the affair ended, Fu Han was easily aroused by her gaze or even an unconscious movement, like an endless abyss.

The gully is difficult to fill, which is probably the case.

When he couldn't help himself, he stopped his violent movements, stretched out his hand to brush the hair that fell on his face, and said seriously: "Yueyue, don't mention the word breakup again, is it okay?"

Wen Qingyue put her arms on his shoulders, and her legs clinging to his waist unconsciously tightened, watching him breathe with his mouth slightly open, "Did you do it on purpose? Stop now."

Her voice was tense and trembling, but she didn't answer his question.

Fu Han's eyes were dim, and he didn't stop for long, moving gradually, but said relentlessly: "Yueyue, I will not be separated from you, I love you, I will deal with things that make you unhappy as soon as possible, and I will never If I make you unhappy again, don't mention breaking up again."

Wen Qingyue ignored him, and he would deliberately fluctuate. At this time, she would uncontrollably let out a moan from her throat.

In the end, Wen Qingyue had no strength and was forced to the verge of collapse by him, so she agreed with a humming.

Anyway, what a man says in bed can't be taken seriously, and neither can women.

In the end, she was so sleepy that she didn't even bother to lift her eyelids. She just felt that Fu Han took a tissue from the bedside to clean it up, and helped her tidy up the crumpled nightgown piled up around her waist.

……

Under the double strength of Fu and Su, the post on the Internet that broke the news has completely disappeared, and the voice of discussion has disappeared.

Wen Qingyue sat at the dining table drinking porridge, swiped her phone for a while, and was not surprised when she saw the result.

She glanced at her lips slightly, half a smile or a mockery.

It was only a short day, and there were no more topics about Su Wanyu on the Internet, so he dealt with her matter quite quickly.

"Ma'am, there is your courier." The aunt came in with two couriers.

Wen Qingyue looked back and said, "Let's put it there, I'll tear it down later."

She turned off her mobile phone, took the last sip of porridge, put on her slippers and walked to the sofa. She glanced at the courier box on the table, but she didn't see who sent the courier.

She hasn't shopped online recently.

Wen Qingyue opened the courier with doubts, took a look inside, and her eyes turned cold instantly.

"Ah!" The aunt came over and screamed in fright when she saw the things in the express box, her face turned pale, "This... madam, who sent this?"

Inside the box was a bloody dead rat.

Wen Qingyue looked quite calm, seeing that there was still a card inside, the person who sent it probably wrote something.

She reached out to get it, but the aunt hurriedly stopped her, "Ma'am, don't touch it, be careful not to get hurt, this thing must have been sent by a bad person."

"It's okay, there is a card inside, it should be written on, I need to see it, so that I can find the person who sent it." Wen Qingyue comforted her aunt, took a tissue, and pulled out the card through the tissue.

The card was opened, and several dead characters written in red pen came into view.

The aunt was also frightened and asked her, "Madam, do you want to call the police?"

Wen Qingyue shook her head lightly, "No, wait for two days first, and now the police can't do anything to her, at most they can find her to criticize and educate."

Wen Qingyue threw the card into the box, took a photo, left evidence, and said: "Auntie, please throw it out."

She got up, went upstairs, changed her clothes and went out.

Lu Yu invited her to dinner, and it was past four o'clock in the afternoon.

Arriving at the appointed place, Wen Qingyue parked the car, walked into the restaurant, and looked for Lu Yu.

Lu Yu had already arrived early, saw her, waved, waited for her to sit down, and said, "I thought you wouldn't come."

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows, "Why?"

Lu Yu: "It's an eventful time, you haven't been in the news recently, and you have received a lot of attention."

He refers to her recent hot searches, including yesterday.

Wen Qingyue was noncommittal, picked up the water glass and took a sip of water, "Stop laughing at me, didn't you say you want to introduce me to a super powerful psychiatrist? Who?"

About finding a psychiatrist, she mentioned a few words when chatting with Lu Yu during the Chinese New Year. He said that he knew a very powerful psychiatrist, so she asked him to help introduce him.

At that time, she hadn't decided to break up with Fu Han. Now, although she wasn't sure if she could continue with Fu Han, when Lu Yu sent her a message telling her that the psychiatrist had come to Jiangcheng and wanted to introduce her, she still came. up.

Putting aside her personal feelings, she also wanted to help Fu Han and Su Wanyu, they shouldn't be entangled in the past, unable to get out, unable to live a new life.

Lu Yu smiled and looked at her curiously, "He's still on his way here, but I'm a little curious, are you sick? Why do you want to know him?"

Wen Qingyue didn't hide it from him, and said frankly: "It's not me, someone else is sick, I'm just helping."

"Really?" Lu Yu didn't know why, and didn't quite believe her words.

"Otherwise?" Wen Qingyue shrugged and joked, "Do you think I have a mental illness?"

Lu Yu was silent for a while, and suddenly said seriously: "Like, you are too worried, you hide everything in your heart, and you get sick easily."

Wen Qingyue: "..."

After a while, she said, "Thank you for your concern, but I am mentally healthy."