Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

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Another bolt of lightning and muffled thunder exploded in the dark night sky, like fireworks.

Su Wanyu shuddered all over, and finally there was a gleam of life in her empty and lifeless eyes.

She backed away in horror, fell to the ground, and stared palely at the window that reflected her appearance. In her line of sight, there was another person next to her, a figure of a boy, who was taller than her and couldn't see clearly. Facial features.

The young man's lips moved, his voice sounded faintly, and he asked sadly, "Why did you forget me Wanwan... How can you treat someone else as me..."

Su Wanyu's tears flowed out of her eyes soundlessly, her heart constricted, and her sad emotions controlled her whole heart, she couldn't cry out, she could only shed tears silently.

She wanted to ask who you are, and why did you leave since you didn't want me to forget you?

Why haven't you come to me for so many years?

Su Wanyu covered her ears in pain and buried her head in her bent knees, but the boy's voice was still lingering in her mind.

"Wanwan, for you, your favorite doll..."

"Wanwan, your favorite potato chips..."

"Wanwan, I like you so much, do you know that?"

"Wanwan, yes, I'm sorry...I can't, I can't walk with you anymore, I love you..."

The teenager talked to her about big and small things in various tones, domineering, cheerful, shy, and finally replaced by weak and painful voices, circling in her mind over and over again.

That sentence of sorry and I love you are both regrets.

Su Wanyu lay on the ground in pain, hammering his chest with both hands, panting heavily.

She was suffocating in pain, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes into her temples, wet her hair, and dripped on the wooden floor.

The wind and rain were blowing outside the window, the thunder gradually stopped, but the heavy rain was getting heavier, patting the window and making noises, as if crying with her.

……

Cheng Yu had just fallen asleep when a phone call woke him up again.

He propped up the bed and sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, reached for the phone, and was startled for two seconds when he saw the call note.

"Hey, what's wrong with Wanyu?"

"Doctor Cheng...you help me, I'm so sad, my heart hurts, it hurts...it's so painful that I'm about to die." A suppressed cry came from the other side of the phone, and the crying was accompanied by intermittent words, making Cheng Yu woke up instantly, without even a trace of drowsiness.

Cheng Yu touched the glasses and put them on, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and comforted him: "Wan Yu, calm down first, take a deep breath... Yes, is there anyone at home? What happened?"

Hearing his voice, Su Wanyu gradually calmed down, stared at the ceiling, and said with empty eyes: "I know who A Yuan is, his surname is Fu, and he is the one I have always loved, but, I don't remember his name." It looks like, many things in my memory are substituted by another person..."

"My mind is full of his voice. He asked me why I forgot him..." Su Wanyu paused, her voice still crying, and asked helplessly, "Doctor Cheng, can you help me remember him?" ? I, I want to find back... the one who loves me the most, who I lost for more than ten years."

At 11:30, it was raining heavily outside the window, and the sound of the rain was clear, which set off her broken voice on the phone, which made people feel distressed for no reason.

Cheng Yu's mood also became heavy, and he said: "Okay, I will come to your house at dawn tomorrow. Don't think about anything now. Go back to bed and lie down, have a good sleep, and recharge your energy. You can cooperate with the treatment tomorrow." , get him back."

Su Wanyu grabbed the phone and sat up, and said, "Doctor Cheng, I can't sleep, what should I do?"

Cheng Yu: "Go to bed and lie down first, cover the quilt, put the phone next to the pillow, and I will play a lullaby for you."

As he said that, he had already arrived in the study, found the record, and turned on the record player.

Su Wanyu did as he said, listening to the gentle melody, her unsteady soul slowly descended, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she fell asleep at some point.

……

In the morning, a ray of sunlight shines into the room.

Wen Qingyue woke up, rubbed her eyes, sat up from the bed, the bathroom door opened from the inside, Fu Han came out, went to the bedside and kissed her, "Good morning."

After the two confessed to Grandpa Fu last night, the old man scolded Fu Han, but quickly calmed down his anger.

The hidden crisis was lifted, and both of them felt a lot more relaxed.

Wen Qingyue hooked his neck, put her legs around his waist, hung on him like a koala, and said, "What flavor of toothpaste do you use? It smells so good."

Fu Han held her hips in his hands, and carried her to the bathroom, "I don't remember, the toothpaste was bought at home, so I didn't pay attention."

Wen Qingyue stared at his lips and said thoughtfully, "Really? Then I'll try it."

After finishing the words, she took the initiative to kiss his lips, biting his lips unskillfully, sucking like she wanted to eat jelly, and she didn't know if it was intentional, the tip of her tongue brushed his teeth.

When Fu Han opened his mouth, wanting to communicate in depth, she pulled away again, and said viciously, "It tastes like peaches, and it's a bit sweet."

Fu Han's eyes were dark, he turned around and put her on the sink, his hand stroked her cheeks, and finally reached the back of her head, at a slightly staggered angle, he lowered his head to cover her lips, deepening the kiss, deep, long, long and intense to communicate.

Every part of the mouth was swept, until it was almost suffocated, and was separated, bringing out a line of crystal saliva.

The two of them put their heads against each other's heads, and they both gasped for lack of breath. The breaths intertwined. Fu Han held the back of her neck with his hand, and gently rubbed the skin around her earlobe with his thumb, touching her earlobe from time to time.

The position from the neck to the earlobe is one of Wen Qingyue's sensitive points. She grabbed his hand unbearably, and stared at him with anger and anger, "Can you not move?"

Fu Han chuckled, but she pushed him, jumped off the sink, and drove him out, "Get out, I have to wash up."

Fu Han grabbed her wrist sideways, pulled her into his arms, hugged her and said, "You provoked me, so I think it's irresponsible."

Wen Qingyue felt something pressing against her abdomen, understood what he meant, heat rolled up her cheeks in an instant, she pushed him and still teased him, "It's early in the morning, can you be more reserved?"

Fu Han didn't let go, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and rubbed against her gently, "How ignorant are you of your charm? I can't hold back to you, let alone you seduce me on your own initiative, and you provoked this fire." Yes, you are responsible for destroying it."

When the voice fell, he was not idle, he lowered his head, held her earlobe in his mouth, and flicked the tip of his tongue.

An electric current passed through Wen Qingyue's body in an instant, numb and numb, and she felt a little weak in her legs and feet, but her rationality still made her resist. She grabbed his arm and said softly: "No, no, this is an old house. It will be late...ah! You...don't—”

Facts have proved that people can't play to death, let alone tease a creature like a man in the morning, otherwise the bitter fruit can only be borne by oneself.

At eight o'clock, before the couple went downstairs, the servant went upstairs and stood at the door of the room and knocked on the door. There was no response for a long time. Just wondering, he suddenly heard the soft begging of the young lady.

"No, go away! Fu Han, get out..."

"Hiss, Yueyue, don't, don't make trouble, soon—"

The servant was also someone who had experienced it, so he understood it instantly, turned around and left with a blushing face.