Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Wen Qingyue thought about it all the way, but she didn't understand why her bad luck suddenly came back?Although not all come back, but not fatal.

Fu Han noticed her touching her lips, the color of his eyes changed slightly upon hearing this, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help recalling the feeling of the entanglement of lips and teeth in his mind, as if the hot and soft touch still remained on his lips.

Wait, what is that look in his eyes?Why are you still laughing?

terrible!

Wen Qingyue frowned suspiciously, looking at Fu Han's dark eyes, he seemed to be reminiscing, reminiscing about what?

Fu Han was indeed reminiscing, and he didn't even notice the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He immediately smiled when he met the little girl's suspicious eyes, and coughed lightly with his fist on his lips.

"Want to know?" He played charades on purpose, his meaningful eyes aroused Wen Qingyue's curiosity.

"Of course, otherwise why would I ask you?" Wen Qingyue frowned, thinking that this person was inexplicable.

"No regrets?"

"No regrets!"

Ah Cheng secretly raised his eyebrows while listening to the conversation between the two, and stayed quietly, not disturbing the person who was in love.

Fu Hanfeng narrowed her eyes slightly, and there was an indescribable feeling at the end of her eyes, which was very bewitching.Wen Qingyue frowned and looked at him.

"You forced me to kiss you."

It took a few seconds for the five plain words to come out of his mouth, but it took Wen Qingyue nearly a minute to react.

"How is it possible!" Wen Qingyue opened her eyes wide and retorted in astonishment.

Fu Han raised his eyebrows and said casually: "You peeked at me all the way and touched your lips from time to time. I thought you remembered."

Wen Qingyue: "..."

"I... really kissed you?" Wen Qingyue asked back in disbelief after being silent for a long time, biting her lips in confusion because of the amount of information.

This action was subconscious, and she didn't even notice it.

Fu Han saw it, and lowered his eyes: "Dog? He likes to bite his lips so much."

Wen Qingyue:? ? ?

The word "bite" made her think of the wounds on the mouths of the two of them. From the very beginning, she felt as if someone had bitten them open. Fu Han said so again, could it be that she bit them?

Seeing her frowning, Fu Han couldn't bear to look straight at her, guessing that she must have remembered something, and teased: "I am your husband in law, so what's the trouble with giving me your first kiss?"

Wen Qingyue raised her head, met his eyes, and retorted, "It's not my first kiss!" Good idea!

"Huh?" The man's eyes sank, and a dangerous aura gradually emerged.

However, Wen Qingyue turned her head and turned her back to him, regaining her composure and said, "Sometimes I sleepwalk, and what I do is irrational, maybe it's just thirst..." Wen Qingyue closed her eyes in shame, what the hell? Saying, "They are all adults, it's just a kiss, Mr. Fu will definitely not care about me."

Fu Han didn't speak, he narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at the back of her rounded head.

"Thank you for saving me yesterday. I won't delay Mr. Fu's work. Goodbye!"

After saying that, Wen Qingyue quickly opened the car door and jumped out of the car, then slammed the door shut, glanced at him hastily, turned around and walked back calmly.

Fu Han stared at the calm back through the car window, the joy in his eyes quietly disappeared, and his chest felt a little congested.

Just a kiss?

Who taught her that the intimate act of kissing can be casual?

A low air pressure rose in the car, and Ah Cheng, who was forced to eat a mouthful of dog food, was forced to suffer from the low air pressure. He was too cold to breathe out, but he still asked cautiously: "Master, are you going to the company?" ?”

"Ah."

The man opened the lock screen of the tablet with a cold face, and continued to work with low air pressure.

The sunset dyed the clouds red, and the evening wind blew away the orange-red clouds, floating in the sky like balls of cotton candy.

Wen Shuangshuang changed into her slippers and entered the door just in time to meet Wen Qingyue who was coming down the stairs.

Their eyes met in the air, and Wen Shuang's eyes were filled with unwillingness and viciousness.

Bitch's life is really tough!

Wen Qingyue curled her lips slightly, and narrowed her cold eyes, full of provocation.

Are you ready for my counterattack?

"Shuangshuang is back." Wearing an apron, Zhao Qiuxia came out of the kitchen carrying a casserole, breaking the tense atmosphere.

The viciousness and viciousness on Wen Shuangshuang's face disappeared suddenly, and she followed Zhao Qiuxia with a smile, "Mom, why are you cooking? Let me see what delicious food you can make."

"Wow, it's big bone soup. Mom, why do you want to cook such a nourishing soup?"

Wen Qingyue walked down the stairs slowly, listening to Wen Shuangshuang and Zhao Qiuxia's good manners, walked to the side with no expression and poured water for herself.

The two looked at her, and Zhao Qiuxia smiled and sighed: "It's because your sister hurts her foot because she doesn't worry about it. I'm thinking of making some bone soup to make up for it."

This bone broth is stewed for Wen Qingyue.

There was a crack in Wen Shuangshuang's smile, and he looked at Wen Qingyue with that stiff smile: "Why did my sister hurt her foot? Speaking of which, when did my sister come back? Why didn't you go home last night? We were all worried to death. "

Wen Qingyue took a few sips from the water glass, and raised her eyes when she heard the words, and looked at her coldly, "Oh? My mother told me that my sister was so worried that she went out without eating breakfast. She went to ask for news about me, right?" .”

How does she know?

Wen Shuangshuang was startled, a kind of perceived chill shot up from the soles of her feet, her eyes dodged: "Hehe, I'm really worried about my sister, but I went out early in the morning to go to school, and the teacher has something to do with me."

Wen Qingyue curled her lips and smiled sarcastically, noncommittal to her words.

Zhao Qiuxia couldn't see the strange atmosphere between the two of them, she shook her head and said, "Your sister was in a car accident yesterday, and her cell phone broke, so she didn't contact your elder brother until twelve o'clock last night, and you went out early in the morning, and you didn't have time to tell you."

car accident?

Wen Shuangshuang raised her eyebrows, looked at Wen Qingyue with a calm face, remembered what the master said, and said in a cliché: "So serious? It's okay. Did my sister stay at a friend's house last night?"

"Shouldn't I be hospitalized in a car accident? Why do you think I'm staying at a friend's house?" Wen Qingyue looked at her coldly.

Wen Shuangshuang, what happened yesterday was really planned by you.

"I guessed it. Brother said you went to play with your friends." Wen Shuangshuang explained with a flustered smile, "I'll wash my hands and ask Brother and the others to come down for dinner."

She couldn't stand Wen Qingyue's eyes, she turned around and went upstairs with a guilty conscience, and ended the conversation.

Wen Qingyue put down the water glass, turned around and sat down on the sofa slowly, watching her go upstairs with the eyes of a prey.

At the dinner table, Zhao Qiuxia filled a bowl of soup and handed it to Wen Qingyue, saying earnestly: "Yueyue, it's not that mother said you, girls should be quiet, look at you, go out to play and hurt yourself in a car accident, let everyone Worry."

Wen Qingyue paused slightly as she held the spoon and spooned the soup, but did not refute.

Wen Canghai reprimanded unhappily in a deep voice: "Your mother is right, both of you are not as worrying as you are! The school has started, so focus on your studies from now on, don't always think about playing."