Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

In the dimness, Wen Qingyue felt that her face was unreasonably hot, and she only felt that the thing in her hand was extremely hot, and the dog man was teasing her wantonly.

"I, I won't, you do it yourself!" She almost gritted her teeth in shame, and threw the things in her hands on him.

The boxy packing bag rolled and fell between the two of them, sticking to his abdominal muscles.

Fu Han let out a muffled laugh, sat down with her in his arms, turned over and pressed her under him before she could react, and said in a low voice, "I'll teach you, it's very simple."

The bedside lamp was on, the warm yellow light was not bright enough but it was ambiguous enough.

Wen Qingyue was so ashamed that she covered her eyes, but Fu Han pulled her hand down, kissed her lips, and intermittently pulled her hand down a little bit, teasing her rather than teaching her.

After putting them on completely, both of them were covered with a thin layer of sweat, and she was completely controlled by him in the confusion.

The warm yellow light flickered in Wen Qingyue's eyes. This time, without the control of drugs, she was exceptionally sober, soberly feeling that she was crazy for him.

He and she know each other well, compete with each other, control each other, and go crazy.

From the bed to the sofa, to the floor-to-ceiling windows, just like the madness of the hotel.

For the last time, Fu Han pushed her against the door, where the two teased each other to start the war.

The battle was fierce, and at this moment, the cell phone rang from the bag thrown on the ground, and neither of them had any intention of answering it, but the person on the opposite side was tireless, bombarding the phone over and over again.

"Wait a moment……"

Ridiculous, no one would stop at such a time, and it was impossible to stop, the man behind her was getting more and more ruthless.

However, when Wen Qingyue didn't cooperate, Fu Han gasped, held her waist, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move, I'll carry you over."

The man held her with one hand, and with a long arm, he picked up the bag on the ground, sat on the sofa and took out the phone, connected it without looking at it, threw it on the sofa, and pushed her down at the same time.

Wen Qingyue lay on the sofa, reached out to reach for the phone, and before reaching it, she groaned, and at the same time, Jian Ying's voice came from the phone.

"Hey, Qingyue, why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

His voice dispelled the momentary ambiguity, and also made the man on her body sink his eyes.

Wen Qingyue didn't even expect it to be Jianying. She hurriedly got the phone, tried to calm down her voice, and said normally, "I was busy just now, so I didn't hear you. Is there something urgent for you to call me so many times?"

Fu Han's eyes were dark and he didn't speak.

Jianying on the other side was stunned, "I only made one call, didn't you answer it?"

Wen Qingyue was taken aback, wasn't he the cue of the previous series of life-threatening serials?

Jianying didn't ask any more questions, and continued on to the topic, "I just called to tell you that the person you asked me to check has a clue. The waiter is Jiang Ying. She is indeed related to Liu Nanchen, but you may not see her anymore. She died, the police filed a case and are still investigating..."

Wen Qingyue's eyes narrowed slightly, "Dead? Is she the girl who had an accident in our school's art department?"

In fact, she already had the answer in her heart, she just wanted to confirm it.

"Yes, this matter may have something to do with Liu Nanchen. Don't investigate, it's too dangerous, you know?" Jianying didn't know why she wanted to investigate this girl. After knowing that the other party died, she probably guessed that she had something to do with Liu Nanchen, and she was worried that she would investigate again. I made this call because I was in danger.

There was concern in his words, as a man, Fu Han knew too well the reason why a man cared about a woman, and thinking that she had dinner with him just to ask him to help with this kind of thing, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

"He's right. I'll take care of Liu Nanchen's affairs, and you don't need to intervene." The man pinched her face and spoke in a low voice, so that the person on the other side of the phone could hear his voice clearly without making a loud noise.

At this moment, the time was approaching 20:36 in the evening, and there was an unfamiliar man's voice beside her at this time. Jianying knew almost instantly who the other party might be hers, and also understood that the man's voice at this time was actually declaring sovereignty.

Wen Qingyue frowned, suppressed the voice that was about to overflow from her throat, and quickly thanked Jian Ying and was about to hang up the phone. Almost at the same time she hung up, Fu Han held her waist hard, and she Finally he couldn't help humming, the voice was charming and coquettish, Fu Han didn't know if other men could resist this kind of temptation, anyway, his self-proud self-control had collapsed in front of her.

On the other side, Jianying was holding the phone that was still slightly warm, in a daze. One second before hanging up, if he heard correctly, the voice was, was...

He hangs around nightclubs, and he is not an innocent boy. He has experienced a lot of that kind of thing, and he knows exactly what that voice means.

In the restaurant, Liu Nanchen said that she was Fu Han's woman, and she also said that she was married. If Fu Han was married, it would be normal for no one to know about their marriage. After all, if Fu Han didn't want to make it public, he would have That ability is not made public, and it will not cause any complaints from the Wen family.

There is a man next to her at this moment, they may be doing...

Jian Ying raised the corners of her lips in self-deprecating, his love was over before it even started, he didn't even count as a broken love, after all he didn't even have the qualifications to chase her.

"Fu Han..." Wen Qingyue called out the man's name unbearably, trying to make him calm down, but her words were smashed into pieces and she couldn't speak a complete sentence.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that the man was angry because of Jian Ying's phone call.

It wasn't until the end, when the two were lying on the sofa overlapping each other, that she had a chance to speak: "You said you would deal with Liu Nanchen, what do you mean?"

Fu Han stretched out his hand to brush the sweat-wet hair sticking to her cheeks behind her ears, touched her earlobe with his fingertips and gently rubbed it, and said with unclear emotion: "He dares to touch you, so I will naturally do it for you." To be fair, people found some evidence when they collected evidence."

Wen Qingyue's eyes brightened slightly, and she asked in surprise, "Did Jiang Ying be killed by Liu Nanchen?"

"Yes."

"The police announced that she was killed and dismembered when she returned to school at night before the accident, but in fact she had disappeared before the accident, right? It was Liu Nanchen who kidnapped her." Wen Qingyue looked up at him with burning eyes.

She's smart enough to deduce a large chunk of the truth from bits of known information.

Fu Han stretched out his hand and patted her forehead, "Which little girl would be so interested in a murder case?"

Wen Qingyue rubbed her forehead, curled her lips: "Which uncle would attack a little girl? Beast!"

As soon as the words came out, she realized that something was wrong. The man narrowed his eyes dangerously, and his arms around her waist tightened a little.

Wen Qingyue blinked and hurriedly begged for mercy, "Don't, I'm wrong, I will die if I do it again."

The man pressed her down and said in a low voice: "No, you are young and full of energy, even uncle can fight again."

"Hmm... beast..." Wen Qingyue snorted, reaping the consequences again.

The dissatisfied man eats greedily, and does not forget to settle the score when his love is deep. "I ate with him just to ask him to check this for you? As Mrs. Fu, you would rather find him than me, huh?"

Wen Qingyue was jolting, she couldn't concentrate her thoughts, let alone answer his question, her eyes flickered, the end of her eyes turned red, her begging for mercy was intermittent and fragmented, and she forgot how it ended at the end.