Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

The clock is ticking and the minute hand is chasing the hour hand, following the same pace.

Anxiety gradually spread in Wen's house, Wen Cun became more and more impatient, and made several calls to Wen Qingyue but did not answer.

Wen Shuangshuang held the potato chips and ate them casually while observing Wen Cun. Every time he saw that he failed to get through to Wen Qingyue, the smile on his lips deepened.

click!

The sound of pushing the door sounded, and the nerves of the three of them were pulled to look at the entrance.

When Wen Ziming came out, he met three pairs of eyes, was startled instinctively, and scratched his head in confusion, "Mom, brother, it's so late, you go back to your room to rest, why are you looking at me like that?"

He didn't do anything wrong today, so why does everyone seem to be waiting for him?

The three looked back at the same time, Wen Cun frowned disappointedly, Zhao Qiuxia said: "I thought it was your sister who came back."

Wen Ziming didn't understand, so he took a bottle of water from the refrigerator, sat next to Wen Shuangshuang, took a sip of water and said, "Isn't my sister here?"

Wen Shuangshuang was very satisfied with what she said, but she still estimated Zhao Qiuxia's mood, and explained: "It's my sister, she and my elder brother separated after going out, and I haven't come back after playing so late, and I don't answer the phone calls, all of us Almost worried to death."

Wen Ziming paused when he twisted the bottle cap, and said indifferently after a two-second silence: "She's not a child anymore, why are you worried about her?"

"Ziming, Yueyue is your younger sister. She's a girl, and if she doesn't come back so late, what if something happens?" Zhao Qiuxia retorted earnestly, her worry palpable in her words.

"It's not the first time she's done this. The last time she came back in the middle of the night, she was backed by someone. You worry that these are unnecessary!" Wen Ziming recalled the man who sent Wen Qingyue back last time, and said sarcastically Twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Brother, Mom, you just take her too seriously. Do you think she takes her family seriously? You know that you are worried and answer the phone, and you don't reply to the message."

He doesn't have this kind of sister.

Wen Ziming got up, took his things and went straight upstairs, not bothering them.

The night sky in Jiangzhou was full of thick ink, and a bolt of lightning pierced through the thick dark clouds, as if to split the night in two.

The lightning had arrived, the muffled thunder sounded, and the sound of rain followed closely.

This night is destined to be rainy and rainy.

Wen Qingyue was awakened by the sound of thunder, her nerves twitched, her eyelids lifted, and she sat up instinctively.

Boom!

Under the night, lightning and thunder sounded together, and the French windows of the room were not closed, which illuminated her pale face for a moment and allowed her to see clearly where she was for a moment.

A bedroom, very spacious, definitely not hers, didn't the Taoist want to kill her?What is this place?

Enduring the discomfort, Wen Qingyue lifted the quilt and got out of bed. There was a soft carpet under her feet, but at the same time, the pain from her right ankle was very clear. The pain made her take a sharp breath, and carefully shifted her weight to the left.

Who saved me?Or did the Taoist imprison me?

Enduring the pain, Wen Qingyue limped towards the door, unscrewed the bedroom door, opened a gap, and the light came in.

"Master, this subordinate can't let him run away."

In the corridor, Wen Qingyue limped forward while leaning on the wall, but was attracted by the voice after a few steps, and stopped at the door of the room where the voice was coming out.

The door of the room was closed and had a certain sound insulation effect, so she could only hear a faint sound.

"Go and find out the origin of that Taoist priest." The man's deep voice sounded, and Wen Qingyue frowned slightly, feeling a little familiar.

It's him?He saved me?

The two people in the study didn't notice the person outside the door, Fu Han said again: "Wait, send another one to follow her. I don't want something like this to happen again."

There was no ups and downs in his tone, and it wasn't even serious, but Ah Cheng's expression changed, "Yes, Lord, I'm going down first."

The man nodded slightly, Ah Cheng turned around and just opened the door when he met Wen Qingyue, their eyes met, they were both startled.

"Young Madam!" Ah Cheng lowered his head slightly, and stood aside, making room for her and Fu Han in the study so that they could see each other.

There was only one desk lamp turned on in the study, and the man was sitting beside the desk lamp, most of his body was shrouded in darkness, Wen Qingyue couldn't see his expression clearly, but felt that pair of aggressive eyes were also looking at her .

"Go down, let someone heat up the food." Fu Han came out from the darkness, his eyes fell on her bare feet.

"Yes!" Ah Cheng walked out sideways and walked downstairs quickly.

There were only two people left in the corridor, very quiet, the quiet Wen Qingyue could only hear her and Fu Han's breathing.

"Why don't you wear shoes?" The man broke the silence first, frowned slightly, and bent down to hug her up as he finished speaking.

Wen Qingyue was startled, and instinctively hugged his neck, "You, you put me down!"

The corners of Fu Han's mouth curled slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't move, I won't be responsible for the fall."

Wen Qingyue frowned, she didn't struggle after all, she was carried back to the room she just came out of with a stiff body in his arms.

Fu Han put her on the rattan chair beside the bed and sat down. Before Wen Qingyue had time to ask, he turned around and took a pair of slippers from the end of the bed and walked over, squatting beside her to put them on for her.

As soon as his hand touched her ankle, she instinctively shrank back, avoiding his touch, and said, "I will do it myself."

Fu Han didn't force him, he stood up, watched her put on the slippers, and said, "Your foot is sprained, don't exercise vigorously these days."

Wen Qingyue curled up slightly between her fingers, no wonder it hurt so much, it was probably injured when she jumped off the bridge, and she ran and beat her back.

"Mr. Fu, you saved me again, thank you!" Wen Qingyue looked up at him, her black eyes were as bright as stars and moons.

"You don't need to thank me. From now on, you just need to remember that your life was saved by me. Take care of it. You have to save my life. If something happens to you, I'm done too." Fu Han's tone was calculated. Not gentle, even a little angry.

"Huh?" Wen Qingyue's eyes froze for a moment, and then suddenly lit up again, with scattered smiles spread out, "In a sense, we share one life, and there are too many people coveting me, Fu In the future, sir, you have to protect the family!"

I can joke again, it seems to be all right.

Fu Han looked at her for a while, then said: "Why don't you call when you are in danger?"

If it wasn't for the person he sent to spy on her to inform him in advance that she was lost, and he sent someone to check and found that she was being chased to the neighborhood where he lived, so he rushed over in time, otherwise she might have died.

"The phone was broken." Wen Qingyue spread her hands frankly, narrowing her eyes slightly, with a smile on her lips, "Besides, Mr. Fu, your people have not been following me all the time, I thought they would rescue me."

There is nothing wrong with listening casually, but if you listen carefully, you can feel a bit of coldness.

Fu Han's expression was slightly stagnant, his eyes met, and they guessed at each other, "You always knew?"