Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

It was already the second day when she opened her eyes again, the French windows hadn't been completely closed, and Wen Qingyue raised her hands to block her eyes from the glare of the sun, and sat up propped up.

After getting used to the sunlight, she put down her hands, and after a brief absence, she remembered where she was. She turned her head and looked beside her. The bedside was empty, and the man had already gotten up.

Buzzing buzzing - the sound of the phone vibrating brought Wen Qingyue's attention back, she frowned, got out of bed under the quilt, and just stood up when her legs became weak and she fell down.

"Dog man!" Wen Qingyue cursed angrily.

There was too much trouble last night, her legs are weak now, and there is still a little pain there.

The phone was still ringing, Wen Qingyue kicked off the quilt in embarrassment and got up, anyway, she was the only one in the room, and went straight to the sofa, but the phone fell into the crack of the sofa, probably got it in by accident last night.

She leaned over and took out her mobile phone, but before she could open it, the bedroom door clicked open, which made her turn her head suddenly in fright, met the man's gaze, and curled up: "Get out!"

Fu Han didn't expect that she would wake up, let alone that she was in this state, so he chuckled, closed the door with his backhand, and walked towards her, "It's not like you haven't seen it, and you're still shy?"

"You..." Wen Qingyue stared at him in astonishment, curled up into a lump, with her hands wrapped around her legs, her long hair hanging down, barely covering her.

Fu Han's eyes were dark, his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, he took a deep breath and turned away from his eyes, put the clothes in his hand beside her, then turned around and said, "I'll bring you clean clothes, go take a shower quickly."

Wen Qingyue blushed and took her clothes and ran to the bathroom quickly.

Hearing the bathroom door close, Fu Han raised the corner of his mouth, turned around and glanced at the closed bathroom door, and turned his eyes back to her mobile phone.

She ran in a hurry, unlocked her phone and put it on the sofa. She noticed that her desktop wallpaper was a racing wallpaper of a female rider. The helmet covered most of the female rider's face, except for a pair of eyes, one of which was blocked by the software. Some familiar.

Fu Han didn't delve into it, because a phone call came, and the note was that it was his mother. After looking at the person in the bathroom, Fu Han stretched out his hand to answer the phone.

"Yueyue, you finally answered the phone. Are you still angry with your mother? What your mother said didn't mean to drive you away."

Hearing Zhao Qiuxia's anxious voice, Fu Han guessed that she must have quarreled with her family, and said aloud, "Mom is me, Yueyue is taking a bath."

Zhao Qiuxia on the other side of the phone was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses and smiled awkwardly, "Fu Han, Yueyue was with you so why didn't she answer the phone all night?"

Fu Han rubbed his eyebrows. Last night he was working on errands, so he was so tired that he fell asleep afterwards, so he didn't pay attention to the phone call.

"She was drunk last night, and her phone was out of battery." Fu Han lied harmlessly.

Zhao Qiuxia was stunned and silent for a while, she didn't say anything, she just told Fu Han to let Wen Qingyue go home and hung up the phone.

Nominally, Fu Han was her son-in-law, but in the end he had no contact with him, and he was still a stranger to her, so she didn't dare to talk to him on the phone.

In the bathroom, Wen Qingyue changed into the clothes Fu Han sent, looked at the marks around her collarbone in the mirror, her ears were flushed.

Is it a dog?It took a lot of effort to remove the traces last time, and this time it will take a few more days. Fortunately, the weather turned cold, and I was wearing thick clothes, and the high-necked shirt just covered it.

Put on a knitted black and white grid vest and denim skirt, and come out of the bathroom in slippers.

Hearing the voice, Fu Han turned to look at her, Wen Qingyue just ran into his star-like eyes, and he happened to have his back to the sun, even the light took care of him, dazzling.

"Mom called you just now, and I answered it for you. I'll take you home after dinner." Fu Han approached her, talking to her naturally about what just happened.

Wen Qingyue frowned lightly, without saying anything, took the phone from him, clicked on the call log, and saw ten missed calls, including Wen Cun and Zhao Qiuxia, all from last night.

"Too bad, I forgot to tell them about not going back." It was all Fu Han's fault, for what happened last night, she forgot about going home.

Wen Qingyue's brows tightened, and she hurriedly sent a message to Wen Cun, Fu Han stood beside her and looked down, reminding her when she edited the message: "I told mom that you are here, because you were drunk last night, and your phone ran out of battery. "

Wen Qingyue paused her fingers slightly, raised her head and gave him a sideways glance, cleared the reasons for editing, edited and sent according to his statement.

"It's all your fault, I said no, you insist, what time is this, my brother will definitely not believe it." Wen Qingyue said with complaints, and she didn't even notice that there was such a hint of coquettishness in her tone.

"Huh? I don't know who is pestering me behind and telling me to hurry up..."

An ambiguous whisper sounded in her ears, helping her repeat what she said when she was crazy last night, her ears were red, and she raised her hand to cover his mouth in a panic, "Stop talking!"

Fu Han really didn't say anything, it's just that those charming eyes were crooked, revealing a little bit of smile.

The warm breath sprayed on the palm of the hand, and the heat seemed to spread to the beating heart through the palm of the hand, scorching hot.

The two looked at each other, and after a moment of silence, Fu Han pulled her hand down, put his arms around her waist and approached with his head lowered, Wen Qingyue stared blankly at his ever-enlarged face, and only reacted suddenly when the tip of his nose touched, don't Look away.

Fu Han's chuckle sounded in her ears, and she realized that she was cheated by him, her cheeks were stained red, and she didn't know whether it was anger or annoyance, she raised her hand and slapped his chest.

Fu Han snorted, hugged her tightly and asked, "Now you still have to draw a line with me, is it just a cooperative relationship?"

Wen Qingyue's eyes regained clarity in an instant, and she didn't answer him immediately. This matter cannot be answered casually, which means that their relationship has changed, and her dream of earning a million dollars a year might be shattered.

She wanted to push Fu Han away, but the man's hands tightened around her waist, and she couldn't push him away at all. It seemed that she had to ask for an answer.

Wen Qingyue gave up struggling, sorted out her mood, raised her eyes to meet his gaze, and said seriously: "I think it's good for us to maintain the existing relationship."

Existing relationships...that is, cooperative relationships.

Fu Han's eyes darkened, and her big hands around her waist tightened a bit, "Can the partnership be like what we did last night? Huh?"

Wen Qingyue's face was calm, "Why not? You and I are both adults, and we don't have a partner. Since we have physical needs and are compatible in that respect, why not? Why do we have to be bound by a relationship? ?”

She spoke seriously, as if she couldn't understand why a man and a woman had a relationship, so they had to confirm the relationship as a couple, and then dictate their lives, because they would quarrel over a little thing.

Fu Han said, "You think it's a bondage?"

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows noncommittally, and asked: "Could it be that Mr. Fu fell in love with me because of sleeping a few times?"

Fu Han was silent, she continued: "I said I fell in love with you now, would you believe me?"