Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Sitting in the car, Jianying watched Wen Qingyue cross the zebra crossing and get into the Maybach opposite. From his angle, he could just see the man in the driver's seat, wearing a black suit. Wen Qingyue was sitting behind, presumably the driver. The owner of the car should also be in the back row.

There are only a handful of men in Jiangzhou who own a Maybach. Liu Nanchen also said that she belongs to Fu Han. Jian Ying thinks that the owner of the car should be Fu Han.

He withdrew his gaze, started the car and left from the opposite direction with a gloomy expression.

After Wen Qingyue got into the car, she glanced at the man beside her and asked, "What a coincidence, are you here to discuss business, Mr. Fu?"

Fu Han frowned slightly. After the hotel, he remembered that he had asked her to call her by her first name, but this woman always intentionally used the name Mr. Fu to distance them, as if she wanted to use this name to cover up the relationship between them. The thing about intimacy.

Ah Cheng silently raised the baffle, separating the front and rear seats, as well as the oppressive air pressure of his grandfather.

Wen Qingyue glanced at the baffle, her heart skipped a beat, and she also belatedly noticed the man's low air pressure.

Wen Qingyue asked: "Don't you have something to say?"

Shouldn't he be frowning?

Fu Han was facing her sideways, with his hands resting on the window, his sleeves rolled up, revealing a section of his fair wrist, and asked inaudibly, "When will you move there?"

Just to ask this?

Wen Qingyue blinked, she thought it was such an important matter, "My mother is sick, and I need to take care of her these two days."

Fu Han looked back at her, his eyes were dark, and he asked calmly, "The specific time."

It's rare for him to follow up and ask, Wen Qingyue unexpectedly "wait for her to be discharged from the hospital."

After the words fell, both of them fell silent.

When Wen Qingyue thought that the conversation between them was over, Fu Han spoke again when she was about to get off the car.

"That person just now was Jian Ying?"

Wen Qingyue was even more surprised, "You know him?"

"I heard a little bit, when did you know him?" Fu Han asked back, staring at her with burning eyes.

It's interesting to hear about it a little bit. Jianying hasn't managed her own company yet, and she doesn't have much contact with Fu Han. What is it that makes him hear about it?

Jianying's most out-of-the-box thing is the chaos in her private life, so Fu Han can only hear about his pornographic news.

Wen Qingyue heard a lot of meaning from his words, and smiled and said: "His mother fell in love with me as a daughter-in-law, and asked us to add WeChat. It just so happens that he is my senior, and we met after a few visits."

Fu Han grasped the first half of her words, his eyes darkened a bit, seeing her provocative smile, Fu Han knew that she did it on purpose.

Fu Han looked at her without speaking, and the time passed by every minute.

Wen Qingyue's heart skipped a beat, and she played off.

The look in his eyes gave her the illusion that she was being stared at by a ferocious cheetah in the jungle, as if she would be thrown at her neck in the next moment, and her bones would be torn apart.

This feeling of being threatened is not good.

Wen Qingyue's eyes dodged, and she wanted to change the subject with a guilty conscience, "Are you okay? Then I'll ask Ah Cheng to take me home first..."

She turned her head to avoid the man's aggressive eyes, and stretched out her hand to pat the fender. Fu Han suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist. Wen Qingyue was startled, but before she could react, he leaned over and pushed her back against the car door. , putting his hands around her waist.

Leng Muxiang came lingering, Wen Qingyue's pupils dilated in shock, and instinctively resisted, but Fu Han moved faster, grabbed her two hands, held her wrist with one hand and raised it above her head, she stretched out her leg to kick him, but Being pressed down by him even faster, he knelt between her legs on one knee.

Wen Qingyue was suppressed by him, unable to move at all, and glared at him angrily: "Fu Han, why are you so crazy!"

"Don't you call me Mr. Fu now?" The man looked down condescendingly, with a rare turmoil in his tone.

Wen Qingyue stared at him like a ghost, she didn't expect that he was still struggling with what she called him for so long, she almost said without thinking: "You don't understand, let me go!"

Their current posture is undeniably ambiguous, this is in the car, Ah Cheng is still in front.

Fu Han didn't move, still maintained this ambiguous posture, lowered his head close to her ear and said, "You never take my words to heart, and you always provoke me. I can only make you remember with practical actions."

Didn't she just call him by name, didn't she just provoke him occasionally, as for?

Mr. Tangtang fusses with her about this kind of thing, is it plausible?

"I remember! Can you let go?" Wen Qingyue stared at him very aggrieved, like a little thing that exploded.

Fu Han was irritated by the way her hair exploded, and he didn't want to let her go, "What do you remember?"

"..."

Wen Qingyue was on fire in her heart. Hearing that he deliberately picked on the thorns, she cursed angrily, "You fucking... I'm not a voice recorder, I can remember every word you say, let me go quickly, my waist is against the window handle ,pain!"

Hearing this, Fu Han glanced at her waist. The short blue knit long sleeves she was wearing today just covered her waist so that her skin would not be exposed, but now she was held by him and lifted her hands above her head, and the clothes followed her up. Naturally, a slender waist was exposed.

Her skin is very fair and tender, and it is easy to leave marks. There is a dark red pinch mark on the waist of the trousers. It was left when he pinched her waist against the bathroom mirror a few days ago. It has been several days. It's not quite gone yet.

Fu Han's eyes darkened a little, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he felt a little parched, and his free hand mysteriously held her waist, and his fingertips just covered the faint mark, rubbing gently.

"Don't swear, just say what you remember."

The skin around his waist was close to his palm, Wen Qingyue could clearly feel the lines of his fingertips when he rubbed, the thin calluses made her a little uncomfortable, the temperature of his palm was not like his cold temperament at all, it was so hot She is uncomfortable.

Wen Qingyue inevitably thought of the scene of rubbing hands with him, her heart beat abnormally, her face turned red, she didn't know whether it was from anger or something else, she broke free from the restraint of his hand, stretched out her hand and pushed him away.

"Mr. Fu doesn't seem to care what I say!"

Her eyes turned cold, her chest heaved, she was really angry.

Fu Han's eyes darkened, "You are my wife, I'm in charge."

Wen Qingyue lowered her head to straighten her clothes, and choked without raising her head when she heard the words: "We are just cooperating, Mr. Fu, don't you think that sleeping once will change this relationship?"

"Cooperation? Sleep once?" Fu Han twitched the corners of his mouth, but he didn't smile at all, "The division is really clear, and you also know that we are cooperating. Now you are my wife in name, Mrs. Fu, but you go to marry others openly. You are still on a blind date with Jian Ying, and you know that his mother intends to match you up, but you don't shy away from it, is this your responsible attitude as Party B?"

Wen Qingyue froze suddenly, so he was angry because of these, thinking that her partner is irresponsible?