Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

More than ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Fu Han came out, seeing Wen Qingyue still wrapped in a quilt sitting at the end of the bed in a daze, her brows slightly raised.

"Are you hungry?" Fu Han asked aloud. At the same time, he walked to the door of the room, picked up the suit jacket that was thrown on the ground, and took out his mobile phone to order takeaway.

Wen Qingyue came back to her senses, looked up at him, her pupils dilated slightly.

He just came out of the wash, and his hair was still wet, with water dripping from the ends of his hair. Wen Qingyue watched helplessly as the drop rolled down from his Adam's apple, rolled down his chest muscles to his abdominal muscles, and finally wiped it into the towel. His eyes also stayed on his abdominal muscles, and the temperature on his face burned up again.

Fu Han glanced at the items on the takeaway, saw that she had been silent for a long time, looked up at her, and saw her red earlobes under the black hair, and her thin lips slightly hooked.

"The water temperature has been adjusted, go wash it quickly, and eat something after washing." He walked to Wen Qingyue and sat down, holding a towel in his hand to wipe his wet hair.

Water droplets splashed onto Wen Qingyue's face, she had already adjusted her mentality, glanced at the clothes that Fu Han threw by the door that looked like pickles, and the pants at her feet, and fell into a moment of silence.

"Fu, Mr. Fu, can someone bring me a set of clean clothes?" She turned to look at the man beside her.

Calling him by his name last night, this will become Mr. Fu again.

This alienated address made Fu Han frowned slightly, and looked at her with dark eyes: "What do you call me?"

"Mr. Fu, is there a problem?" Wen Qingyue didn't realize that there was something wrong, she saw him approaching her as soon as she finished speaking.

Wen Qingyue moved sideways subconsciously, one forward and one back, not noticing the edge. She lost her center of gravity and leaned down. Fu Han grabbed her quickly and wanted to bring her back into his arms, but he didn't want the quilt to be too thick. He stopped, but was dragged by her and fell to the ground together.

The four eyes met, he was pressing on her, and an ambiguous aura was brewing, Wen Qingyue's eyes moved in a panic, "You, you get up."

Fu Han didn't move, put his hands on her head, and said in a low voice: "Let's talk first, why do you call me Mr. Fu?"

Wen Qingyue blinked, "I've always called you Mr. Fu." He didn't object before, "Why are you bothering now?"

Fu Han's eyes flickered slightly, and an emotion flashed by quickly. Wen Qingyue didn't have time to figure out what it was, so she heard him muffled: "You called me by my name last night, and you will call me by my name from now on."

The domineering tone made Wen Qingyue a little dumbfounded, and she nodded helplessly: "Well, can you get up?"

Fu Han didn't move, his eyes were dark, and his pretty lips moved slightly, "Call out and listen."

Wen Qingyue: "..."

Mr. Fu, do your subordinates know that you are such a rascal?

Looking at each other, his deep breath was intertwined with hers, and the scent of the fresh bath entered her nostrils. All her senses were occupied by him, and none of them were him.

The ambiguous atmosphere was brewing to the extreme, ignited by each other's eyes.

After the kiss fell, Wen Qingyue forgot to respond, she just felt that he asked extremely pity.

Things between adults, once the boundary is broken, everything will become logical, forgetting when the quilt was wrapped quietly opened, lips and teeth entangled, ears and temples rubbed together.

"Don't..." Wen Qingyue held down Fu Han's lowered hand with the only remaining reason, and shouted to stop short of breath.

Fu Han's rapid breathing sounded in her ears, with a bit of impatience, "What do you call me?"

Wen Qingyue: "..."

At this time, he still remembered this kind of thing.

"Fu Han... get up, I agreed to visit my parents at my house yesterday, but they must be anxious if they haven't contacted me all night." Wen Qingyue closed her eyes a little ashamed.

The two titles of Mr. Fu and Fu Han do not sound much different, but both of them know in their hearts that this is not just a title, but also a change in their relationship.

It was originally just a cooperative relationship, but what happened yesterday was so sudden that she became dizzy and broke the relationship that only existed on paper. She has not yet figured out how to deal with it. Fu Han's obsession with this title is to tell her that he is willing to Develop a real couple with her.

Fu Han still held her down and didn't get up, just hugged her without moving, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't move, hold her for a while, let me calm down."

If she doesn't want to, he won't force it.

Wen Qingyue knew what he was calming down, she froze and didn't move, she had already unknowingly been honest with him during the entanglement just now, her skin was pressed against her, and she could feel his change.

Half an hour later, Wen Qingyue came out of the bathroom wearing a small blue floral dress with pleats at the waist.

Fu Han was standing by the window on the phone at the moment, when he heard the voice, he looked back at her.

Wen Qingyue's heart jumped, she looked away as if nothing had happened, wiped her long hair with a towel, walked to the sofa opposite the big bed and sat down, her eyes caught a glimpse of the sheets thrown on the floor, the white sheets The corners are stained with a little blood red color.

That's red...

Wen Qingyue's eyes were scalded, and she quickly looked around.

After making the phone call, Fu Han came over, sat down beside her naturally, and opened the takeaway.

It is said to be a takeaway, but it is not an ordinary takeaway. The boxes are all exquisite wooden boxes, and the dishes are also very delicate. It looks like Yipinfang.

"Give me the towel." After Fu Han opened all the takeaways, he handed her the chopsticks with one hand, and with the other palm facing up, he handed her the towel for wiping her hair.

Wen Qingyue was startled, took the chopsticks under his gaze, and handed him the towel.

Fu Han stood in front of her with a towel, gently grabbed her hair and wiped it with the towel, "I called my parents, and I will go back after you finish eating."

Wen Qingyue held her chopsticks in a daze for a long time before she realized that the parents in his mouth meant her parents. This man had already arranged everything while she was taking a bath, and he was very considerate to help her. hair.

"Oh." Wen Qingyue responded and started eating. She was really hungry. Physical activity consumes a lot of energy. She hadn't eaten since last night. She was so hungry that her chest was sticking to her back.

In an apartment in the city center, the smell of blood permeates the entire room, which is disgusting.

Half of Liu Nanchen's face was spattered with blood, and he sat on the ground expressionlessly, as if he had lost his soul.

Liu Daofeng came out of the bathroom and saw that he was still looking like this, with a look of contempt flashing across his expression.

If it wasn't for his usefulness, I wouldn't bother to save him.

Liu Daofeng sat down on the sofa and said calmly, "Young Master Liu, go wash your face and change into clean clothes."

Liu Nanchen regained his senses little by little, and there was vitality in his eyes. If Wen Qingyue was there, he would find that his luck had returned, and the countdown to death would also disappear.

"Master Dao, thank you for saving me last night. From now on, you will be my savior, Liu Nanchen. If you need anything, just tell me." Now when he thinks about the thrill of last night, he feels a little scared, and he feels a little more towards Liu Daofeng. Respect.