Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Wen Qingyue put her arms around the man's neck and looked at him. The distance was too close, which gave her the illusion of breathing together, as if she was a little hot.

Her eyes were confused for a few seconds, avoiding his sight, "Mr. Fu, I think about our relationship..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the man directly kicked the door open, making the rest of her words freeze in her throat.

The man carried her into the bedroom steadily, stretched his slender legs back, and the door closed with a click.

A bad feeling spread, Wen Qingyue's pupils dilated slightly, and her body became more and more stiff.

no?She sells her art but not her body!The contract should also clearly state that the husband and wife will not perform their obligations, right?

Have you written it?Should have written it?

Wen Qingyue racked her brains to think about whether she had written this clause in the contract from the bedroom door to the bedside.

Before she came to a conclusion, Fu Han put her on the bed, Wen Qingyue instinctively crossed her hands across her chest, and said sharply: "Mr. Fu, we are only in a contractual relationship, you can't force me!"

Fu Han paused when he got up, met her astonished eyes and understood what she was thinking just now, his thin lips curled slightly, and suddenly leaned over, Wen Qingyue fell back in shock, he immediately pressed down, Putting his hands on her sides, he looked at her bewitchingly, "I can't force you to do anything? What do you think I want to do to you?"

Wen Qingyue still maintained the self-defense posture with her hands crossed in front of her chest, lying on the big soft bed, seeing the teasing smile in Fu Han's eyes, knowing that she had thought too much just now, she was a little embarrassed and ashamed.

"It's nothing, Mr. Fu, please get up!" Wen Qingyue stared at him with a bad tone.

Fu Han didn't move, "You didn't answer any of my questions."

He asked her three questions tonight.

Wen Qingyue was stunned, understood what he meant, pretended not to understand what he said, put down her hands, lay down calmly, and said in that sweet and greasy voice: "I thought Mr. Fu liked my She's so pretty, I'm going to attack a girl."

After a pause, she raised a smile, "It's just that I judge the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. Mr. Fu doesn't have any kind of woman, how could he like a little girl."

It is a trick of suppressing first and then exalting, self-deprecating and praising him.

"I said don't belittle yourself. If I don't like you, why would I choose to marry you?" Fu Han suddenly lowered his head and approached, followed by her words in a low tone, brewing a dangerous atmosphere.

Wen Qingyue felt that her heart stopped for a second, and her breath was full of the cold fragrance of Fu Han's body, and the subtle and ambiguous atmosphere in the air increased silently.

calm down!The most important thing to seek skin from a tiger is to be calm!

The danger system in Wen Qingyue's brain is already issuing warnings, her heartbeat is also speeding up, and she gritted her teeth and told herself to calm down, the man in front of her is a tiger, and she has to calm down if she wants to seek skin.

"Mr. Fu appointed me because I can help you detoxify, isn't it?" She kept a calm face and her smile was impeccable.

Fu Han narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at her rosy lips, listening to her calm words, suddenly felt that this little girl's calm appearance was a bit annoying.

"Mr. Fu, can you get up?" Wen Qingyue smiled and met his dark eyes.

Fu Han's expression remained unchanged, and he stretched out his hand to brush away the hair covering her left eye, his movements were extremely gentle.

"Fortunately, it's my fancy wife, very smart and calm."

After saying that, Fu Han got up, and the suppressed aura left with him. Wen Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief quietly, sat up with her hands on the bed, and looked at the tall figure standing with her back facing her.

"The guest room hasn't been cleaned yet, so you can sleep here, I won't come in." Fu Han left without saying anything, without giving Wen Qingyue a chance to speak.

Wen Qingyue touched her nose, looked around, and said silently: "I can actually wait for the guest room to be cleaned up."

But Fu Han has already gone out, so he probably didn't hear her muttering.

The decoration style of the room looks like Fu Han's at first glance, and it fits his calm and unpredictable temperament. In human terms, he is not popular.

While Wen Qingyue looked at her, Aunt Li brought the toiletries, and after washing, she lay down to get sleepy.

I just lay down for half an hour, but I still didn't feel sleepy. Instead, the more I lay down, the more awake I became, and my mind started to think wildly.

How crazy!

Wen Qingyue sat up abruptly, scratching her hair irritably, her long hair was messed up in the dark.

His mind is full of every move of Fu Han, but this bed is full of his smell, as if... as if being hugged by him.

As soon as this idea came out, Wen Qingyue became very irritable, and the heat spread to her earlobe, scalding frighteningly hot.

"Enough! Don't think about it anymore!" Wen Qingyue shook her head, cheered herself up, and sat cross-legged. Since she couldn't sleep, she should do something useful.

With her eyes slightly closed, a light and transparent force swirled up. A week later, Wen Qingyue opened her eyes in the darkness, and the cold light pierced the darkness.

Her internal strength is almost exhausted, and her luck is also a sign of being greatly compromised.

How can it be?Although the old Taoist hurt her, she knew very well that it was impossible to take away her luck with his ability.

An unprecedented panic rose to the top of her heart at this moment, Wen Qingyue's eyes showed a slight chill, no wonder she was so weak after waking up, it turned out that it wasn't that her body was weak, but her luck was weakened.

It's just that why did her good luck suddenly disappear?

The thick ink-like night outside the window gradually faded, revealing a trace of fish-maw gray in the sky.

The girl sat upright on the large and soft bed, her messy thoughts were not disturbed, and Wen Qingyue closed her eyes again irritatedly.

Luck is equivalent to a person's lifeline. To use the simplest analogy, if you have good luck, you will have good luck. If you have bad luck, even a small injury can kill you.

"puff"

Just as Wen Qingyue thought about it, her chest suddenly throbbed, her blood was surging, and she couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood that spewed out.

Seeing the bloodstains spreading on the snow-white quilt, Wen Qingyue felt chills in her heart. Before her consciousness sank into the abyss, there was only one thought in her mind, who stole her luck! !

6:30 Kyoto time.

Fu Han came out of the gym after exercising, and walked to the door of the bedroom with sweat exuding male hormones. He seemed to have forgotten that the room was given over to a little girl, so he opened the door and went in. He paused because of the scene glimpsed out of the corner of his eye.

Fu Han frowned, took two steps back as if confirming, and looked at the bed with his head, his eyes suddenly darkened, "Wen Qingyue!"

On the white quilt, a pool of dark red blood stains was particularly conspicuous. The girl lay sideways in the middle of the bed, her long black hair covered her palm-sized face, and a few strands of hair stuck to her lips with blood.

There's a shattered, gory aesthetic to the scene, but that doesn't change the fact that it looks like a murder scene anyway.

"Come here! Tell Yuan Bai to come here right away!" Fu Han grabbed the little girl's slender arms with a sullen expression, pulled her into his arms and hugged her, stretched out his hand to test his breath, his temples throbbed violently.

The servant heard the movement and ran in and saw this scene, and screamed in fright.

After Fu Han confirmed that the person in his arms was still alive, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a deep voice, "Let Yuan Bai come over."

"Yes!" The servant came back to his senses and hurried out to make a phone call.