Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Wen Qingyue chatted with Grandpa Fu for a while, and the old man insisted on her staying for lunch, she couldn't politely refuse the old man, but she didn't expect that Fu Han, a busy man, would also stay.

Mr. Fu also called Wen Canghai himself, and made an appointment to meet at Lyle Hotel in the evening.

Wen Qingyue chatted with the old man for a while, and the old man suddenly waved to Fu Han who couldn't get in the way: "Fu Han took Yueyue around to get acquainted with the family."

Brat, he has no eyesight and doesn't know how to speak.

Fu Han looked up at the two, put down the tablet, got up and said, "Come on, I'll take you upstairs to have a look."

Wen Qingyue stood up obediently and followed behind him, but the man turned around and took her hand. Wen Qingyue blinked, without resisting, and let him lead her upstairs.

Grandpa Fu looked at the two holding hands with satisfaction, "Old Mo, don't they match well?"

Butler Mo agreed with a smile, "It's a good match, and the person the young master likes is naturally not bad."

The very well-matched two went upstairs and out of their sight, then let go of their hands. Wen Qingyue walked in front, carefully looking at the corridor decoration of Wei's house, as if visiting an art gallery.

"Grandpa likes Qi Baishi?" Wen Qingyue stood in front of the Chinese painting hanging on the wall in the corridor, curiously asking the man beside him.

Fu Han looked at her slightly upturned face, "Well, these paintings are all in his collection."

Wen Qingyue nodded thoughtfully, "Only grandpa lives in Fu Mansion? You usually don't live here."

The last sentence is not a question, the Fu Mansion is not covered by his luck, and the place he took her back last time is not here either.

Fu Han: "The second uncle and the second aunt both live here, and I come back occasionally."

"Oh." Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows, but she also understood why there were guards at the door.

The Fu family has a rich history. The previous generation of Grandpa Fu started to engage in business. Grandpa Fu happened to be in the era of war. Grandpa Fu chose to join the army. He was also a well-known general back then. Uncle Fu was also in politics. Now he is a high-ranking official. The guards are there to protect the father and son.

Although Grandpa Fu joined the army, the foundation of the Fu family is still based on business. Fu Han's father was in business, and the Fu family cannot do without his dedication. However, Fu Han's parents were in the heyday of the Fu family. He died in a plane crash when he was ten years old. Grandpa Fu's eldest son has no news from the outside world, and Wen Qingyue has no way of knowing about it.

Fu Han is the only member of the younger generation in the Fu family, and his second uncle has not been born so far.

The two walked to the corner, and the corridor stretched again, showing the size of the Fu mansion.

There is a glass window in this section of the corridor, which just faces the garden and swimming pool. Wen Qingyue looked at the scenery outside the window as she walked.

Fu Han suddenly asked: "Would you like to visit my room?"

"Huh?" Wen Qingyue turned to look at him, saw him standing at the door of a room, and knew that this was his room, "Okay."

She squinted her eyes and smiled, and followed him into his room. Unexpectedly, his room here was completely different from the room in the villa in the city center.

The room here is a little more popular, and it can be seen that it is his youthful attire.

The room is very large, still dominated by black, white and gray. There is a piano on the east side. There are many decorations in the room, including desks, bookshelves, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are covered by white curtains.

What attracted Wen Qingyue the most was the glass window, in which there were many models of racing cars. She ran past him with shining eyes.

"I didn't see it, you like racing cars and have collected so many models." Wen Qingyue bent over and looked at the car model machine eagerly through the glass.

Fu Han sat down on the chair on the other side of the glass cabinet, looked at her with a slight smile on his lips, "Like it? Pick one for you."

Wen Qingyue's eyes brightened, and she looked at him through the glass gap, "Really?"

Seen from Fu Han's point of view, her expression was very vivid, stirring his heart, "Yes."

Wen Qing squinted his eyes, "The f14-t produced in bbr14, isn't this already out of print?"

After asking, she felt stupid. Who is Fu Han, and can he still buy the things he wants to collect?

Wen Qingyue looked at it for a long time but didn't make a good choice, walked around in front of him, and said with a smile: "I want to say that I like them all, can you send me?"

Hmm... a little greedy.

Fu Han raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and pulled, Wen Qingyue fell into his arms, and was held by his waist and pressed on his lap.

"If you don't send it off, don't send it off, let me go." Wen Qingyue struggled uncomfortably.

Fu Han didn't let go, and firmly fixed her in his arms, "You and I are husband and wife, and what's mine is yours. If you want it, I'll have someone move it to our wedding room."

Wen Qingyue couldn't break free, so she stopped struggling, sat honestly, and rolled her eyes, "Tch, do you think I'm a fool? The contract expires, the relationship is terminated, these things are still yours."

Of course, it is better to implement things in your own hands.

Fu Han's eyes were dark, and he smelled the fragrance of her hair and after bathing. The smell on her body was the same as his, it was the smell of shower gel in the hotel, which reminded him of the entanglement last night.

"As long as you want, you don't have to terminate the contract."

The man's magnetic voice rang softly in his ears, Wen Qingyue's heart skipped a beat, is he confessing his love to me?

Wen Qingyue was silent for a few seconds, then said with a smile: "Someone cursed her illness to be cured all the time. If I can't get rid of the poison all the time, it means my medical skills are faulty."

She cleverly avoided another meaning he hinted, and laughed as if she didn't understand.

Fu Han narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at her well-behaved smile, and secretly had a thought in his heart to tear off her mask.

Sensing the man's sharp gaze, Wen Qingyue's heart tightened slightly, and her face was calm, "Speaking of seriousness, I don't want to hold a wedding right now. Grandpa will definitely mention this when he meets my parents tonight. Can you talk to them?" Tell me, the wedding is over."

She and Fu Han were going to divorce in the future, and the wedding would be like an announcement to the world, making it known to everyone, and it would be too troublesome after the divorce.

"Afraid that people will know that you are married?" Fu Han asked without any emotion, as if he had seen through her mind.

Wen Qingyue said without changing her face: "Of course not, you are Fu Han, and it is the wish of most women in Jiangzhou to marry you. It is popular to spread the word, but..."

She raised her tone first and then lowered her tone. She paused, and after boasting, she took another turn. She carefully observed the changes in the man's expression. Fu Han looked at her calmly, with the attitude that I'll just watch you make up.

Wen Qingyue bit her bullet and continued, "I'm not afraid of causing you trouble. You see, you have a lot of enemies. Let them know that your wife is a college student and went to Jiangda University to kidnap me. Are you distracted?" How troublesome it is to protect me with all your strength."

Fu Han nodded thoughtfully, and concluded: "You are afraid of being implicated by me."

"..." Wen Qingyue rubbed her nose, but there was no need to speak so bluntly, the atmosphere was so embarrassing.

Fu Han: "What you said makes sense, I will tell grandpa."