Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Time was running out, Wen Qingyue didn't want to get entangled with Liu Daofeng, so she quickly passed by him, and then Liu Daofeng chased after him, and slapped her on the back fiercely.

Wen Qingyue staggered, grabbed the stick with her backhand with a sullen face, jumped up into the air with the help of the wall next to her, and kicked him.

Unable to avoid it, Liu Daofeng staggered back, fell to the ground, and spat out blood.

Wen Qingyue glanced at him murderously, if she hadn't been in a hurry to save Fu Han, she would have killed him today.

She turned around and left, running quickly, but Liu Daofeng chased after her again, haunted by ghosts.

This Sunday, Fu's has no employees, only security guards. Wen Qingyue ran into the building quickly, glanced at the elevator, and turned around and ran to the corridor before the elevator came down.

Liu Daofeng also followed, caught up with her on the third floor, grabbed her coat, and pulled her back hard. Wen Qingyue backed up uncontrollably, grabbed the handrail of the stairs in a panic, and swung her fist backwards.

Liu Daofeng dodged to dodge, and the two retreated to the corner of the second floor together. In the narrow space, the two punched each other, but not every punch could be avoided.

Liu Daofeng wanted to kill her, and he did not spare any effort in his aggressive moves. Several punches landed on Wen Qingyue's abdomen and back, causing internal organs to churn, and fishy sweetness gushed out of his throat, overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

Wen Qingyue also spared no energy, and punched Liu Daofeng on the chin, almost hearing the sound of the mandible shattering. She grabbed the handrail of the stairs with both hands, and kicked across the way. Bloody mouth.

After Wen Qingyue landed, she quickly ran upstairs.

The Fu's Building has [-] floors. Fu Han's death time was [-]:[-] p.m.

"I said you can't save him!" Liu Daofeng was like a lingering vicious dog, unwittingly caught up with him, grabbed her by the hair, pulled her back forcefully, grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall Press up.

The mask and hat on his face had fallen off while shaking, his face was bruised and purple, his forehead was bleeding, half of his eyes were blurred, and the other half of his eyes was swollen, coupled with his ferocious expression at the moment, it was a sight to behold. Terrible outside, like a ghost returning from hell.

Wen Qingyue was pinched by him so hard to breathe, her fair face gradually turned red, she grabbed Liu Daofeng's hand with both hands, trying to get rid of it, but Liu Daofeng's strength was terrifying.

"Stop struggling, isn't it good to die? You don't belong to this world in the first place. Look, you even killed Fu Han, the person you love the most. What's the point of living..."

Wen Qingyue ruthlessly bent her knees against his crotch, and in a split second, Liu Daofeng screamed and let go of his hand in pain.

The feeling of suffocation disappeared, Wen Qingyue slid down the wall exhaustedly, sat on the ground panting rapidly, ten finger marks were printed on her white neck.

The corridor was filled with the screams of Liu Daofeng. He curled up on the ground and screamed while covering the symbolic place of the man.

Her push used internal strength, and he was already useless.

After recovering, Wen Qingyue supported the wall and stood up, looking down at him condescendingly, her eyes seemed to be looking at a poor creature, "You have lost your luck, and you are surrounded by black air. Is it because you have been backlashed by the way of watching the sky? You send a message Saying that Fu Han will die today, I have exhausted his luck, I cannot save him..."

She was short of breath, paused, and continued: "You have to watch, whether I can save him!"

She kicked Liu Daofeng, glanced at her watch, and ran upstairs quickly.

Seven twenty, ten minutes to go.

Wen Qingyue was out of breath, propped her hands on her knees, looked up at the notice on the wall, the [-]th floor, there are two more floors, there is still time.

Fu Han wait for me...

Wen Qingyue raised her hand to wipe off the sweat that was about to drip into her eyes, and ran upstairs while grabbing the handrail.

……

Under the night, on the roof of the twentieth-floor building, Fu Han flashlighted, looked at Su Wanyu who was standing on the edge of the roof, frowned and said, "Wanyu, come here, let's talk if you have anything to say."

The night wind made Su Wanyu's skirt flutter, she smiled desolately, "Fu Han, you know that I love Fu Yuan, why do you want to watch me treat you as him, and give all my love to you? On you?!"

"You made me look like a fool these eight years, Fu Yuan died because of you, how could you, how could you do this to him and me?!"

Su Wanyu burst into tears, "You chose to deceive me and let me live in the dream that he is still alive, why don't you continue to deceive me, and instead fall in love with others, be with others, make me suffer, and make this dream shattered, How do you let me face everything after waking up from the dream!"

For the past eight years, she has acted like a fool.

She pinned her love for Fu Yuan on the person who indirectly killed him. She loved his cousin. Now that she woke up from the dream, she couldn't tell whether she loved Fu Yuan or him.

Fu Han looked solemn, and tentatively took a step forward. Seeing that she didn't respond, he moved slowly, and at the same time talked to her to calm her emotions.

"Wanyu, we really shouldn't lie to you, but you were in a serious situation at the time, we couldn't look crazy, we wanted to wait for you to stabilize before telling you the truth, it was because we didn't think carefully, you come here first, me and you Explain, you just remembered the past, not necessarily everything is right..."

Su Wanyu became emotional in an instant, "What do you mean? You want to say that my memory is wrong, so tell me, why did you give me gifts on every festival like him during the eight years he left me? Accompany me every birthday, Christmas, New Year's Eve, why!"

Fu Han paused, visually measured the distance between him and her, and said, "No, you are not wrong, as for the presents I gave you in the past eight years... He gave it to him. He has a diary, and he plans every day in advance. What to give you in one year, until you are 23 years old. He hasn’t written it in the past two years, but I want to continue it for him. I will give it to him according to his likes. Every time you receive a gift, there is a card , there is the same sentence, that is his hope for you."

Su Wanyu was stunned, and she remembered that each card read, "May Wan Wan be safe, happy and worry-free."

Only he can call her Wanwan, which is his unique name.

Su Wanyu's tears flowed violently, her heart ached like it was being clenched tightly, and she couldn't breathe.

She knelt down, clutching her chest and weeping silently.

Fu Han heaved a sigh of relief, ran over quickly, and grabbed her.

"Fu Han!"

At 28:[-], Wen Qingyue rushed to the rooftop at this moment, shouted with all her strength, saw him and Su Wanyu standing on the edge of the rooftop, and ran over quickly without having time to think.

Su Wanyu was pulled up by Fu Han, he helped her turn around and wanted to go back, when he heard the voice, he looked up at Wen Qingyue, but he didn't realize that Su Wanyu was holding a sharp utility knife in his hand.

Seven thirty.

Wen Qingyue flew to Fu Han's side, grabbed Su Wanyu's hand, and stood in front of Fu Han.

Running all the way, fighting with Liu Daofeng, she was exhausted, even though she grabbed Su Wanyu's hand, the knife was still sent into her abdomen.

When the knife pierced into the flesh, Wen Qingyue frowned in pain and groaned. The time seemed to be elongated, and the three of them were stunned. They lowered their heads in disbelief, looking at the utility knife that was sent into her abdomen.

Su Wanyu came back to his senses for the first time, shook his hand, pulled out the knife, and said in horror: "You, why did you pounce on me, I, I didn't want to kill you..."

The knife was pulled out, and blood gushed out in an instant, soaking Wen Qingyue's white clothes, and she fell down exhausted.

Fu Han helped her to sit down, let her lie on his lap, and pressed his hand on her wound, his usual calm voice trembled unreasonably, "Yueyue, don't, don't be afraid, nothing will happen..."

Wen Qingyue smiled weakly, reached out and touched his face, "I'm not afraid, don't cry, it's okay..."

She saved him, he's fine...

The night was dark, under the neon lights, police cars and ambulances rang alternately, and stopped at Fu's Building.

After a while, the doctor came up with the medicine box, pulled Fu Han away, and gave first aid to Wen Qingyue who was already in a coma.

Su Wanyu shed tears in a daze, and was dragged away by Su Yan and the police who rushed over.

……

The night was replaced by day, and the bright light entered the ward.

Fu Han sat beside the hospital bed, looking at the sleeping person on the bed with gentle eyes, feeling like he was lost and found again.

Su Wanyu's stabbing wasn't deep enough and didn't hurt any internal organs. Before Wen Qingyue came, she called the police and called 120. The doctor came in time, and the blood loss wasn't serious.

Although Fu Han didn't know why she knew he was there, why she ran into Liu Daofeng, and called the police in advance when something happened, but... these are not important, at least she is still there, and she hasn't left her.