Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

The word "sister" smashed into her heart, breaking down the barrier she worked so hard to maintain.

"Impossible! You are so good to me, everyone says you are only different to me—"

"Because you are Su Yan's younger sister, and you are also my younger sister. These differences are based on this identity, and have nothing to do with the relationship between men and women." Fu Han explained coldly, and gave her another blow, "I never thought about you Misunderstanding, I will pay attention to propriety in the future."

Su Wan's speech was sluggish, tears made her face prickly from the cold, she let go of her hand in a daze, Fu Han pulled away, and said lightly: "It's snowing heavily, let's go back."

After speaking, he turned around and took two steps forward, opened the door to get in the car, and left without hesitation.

Su Wanyu watched him leave without saying a word, the snow in her eyes was getting bigger and bigger, like falling cotton wool, a layer fell on her head and body.

She coughed, and the more she coughed, the more painful it became. The cold air flowed down the trachea like a thorn piercing her trachea, heart and lungs.

It hurts--

The coughing stopped, but she hunched over in pain, lost all strength, and simply lay down, staring at the heavy snow in the night sky with her eyes open, letting the heavy snow hit her face.

"Wanyu!" Su's mother has been standing by the window watching the situation in the yard. At first seeing her hugging Fu Han, she was happy that she had finally opened her mind, but things gradually went wrong until Su Wanyu lay down, and Su's mother Shouting in shock, he turned and rushed out of the room.

Su Yan and Su's father also rushed out, seeing Su Wanyu lying on the ground crying silently, they helped him up in distress and astonishment.

"Baby, what's wrong with you?" Su's mother wiped her tears distressedly, but she couldn't finish it.

"What happened to you and Fu Han?"

The word Fu Han brought Su Wanyu back to his senses. Looking at his mother who was full of concern, he hugged her uncontrollably and cried loudly, "Mom..."

The whole family was stunned. Mother Su hugged her daughter tightly and comforted her gently along her back. They probably knew what was going on in their hearts.

In less than half an hour, the heavy snow covered the ground quickly, covering the city under the night sky with a thin layer of white gauze. The original gray tone of the road where no one walked was covered up, and it was white.

Fu Han stepped on the brakes when the red light came on, and his mood was somewhat affected by Su Wanyu's sudden confession.

He always regarded Su Wanyu as his younger sister. When Wen Qingyue said that Su Wanyu liked him, he didn't take it seriously. He thought she was just jealous. Only now did he realize that the jealousy was not for nothing.

Fu Han drove the car to the door of the house. The villa was pitch-black, with no lights on. Only then did he remember that his little girl had returned home.

Looking at the falling snow, he felt nostalgic in his heart, wanted to see her right now, wanted to stay with her.

As soon as the thought came to him, he acted immediately, turned the car around and drove towards Wen's house.

The car stopped at the gate of Wen's house. Fu Han called the little girl with his mobile phone, but he didn't answer it for a long time. He looked at Wen Qingyue's room, the lights were off, and he went to sleep so early?

Thinking that she might have fallen asleep, Fu Han felt a little regretful, but he didn't continue to call, afraid of waking her up, so he didn't go in. After getting off the bus, he leaned against the station and looked at the window of her room, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Fu Han smoked a cigarette, and his mood gradually calmed down. Even though he didn't see anyone through the window, he just knew that she was there and slept soundly. His heart was surprisingly satisfied, and he felt infinite tenderness.

He took out his mobile phone and turned on the camera to take a picture of snow falling in the sky, and sent it to Wen Qingyue.

"It's snowing, Chuxue, if you take a picture of it, it counts as watching it together."

After sending the WeChat message, Fu Han drove home.

He didn't know that if he walked into Wen's house, he could watch this first snowfall with Wen Qingyue.

After taking a shower, Wen Qingyue was called by her elder brother to chat in the room dedicated to rest and entertainment on the third floor. She forgot her mobile phone in the room and didn't even read Fang Xiaoyuan's news. She didn't even know that Fu Han came to the door and wanted her to watch Chuxue.

The three brothers and sisters drank wine and chatted about what happened during this period. Only then did Wen Qingyue realize that Wen Cun didn't go home or contact her because she felt guilty, felt sorry for her, failed to protect her, and was partial to her parents. He didn't help her even under the circumstances, and he didn't have the face to see her.

The three of them were a little bit drunk, and Wen Cun cried emotionally while talking, "Yueyue is the elder brother who didn't protect you well! You have been wronged, elder brother is not good..."

Wen Qingyue was so frightened by the elder brother's tears that she was at a loss, she quickly wiped his tears with a piece of paper, and comforted him: "Brother, don't cry, I am not wronged, you are not to blame for my kidnapping, it has nothing to do with you, don't Cried……"

"Woooooo... Yueyue, my poor sister..." Wen Cun picked up his snot, threw the ball of paper away, and cried while clutching a few pieces of paper.

Wen Qingyue was stunned, she had never seen this side of big brother, and her scalp was numb, but she never expected that Wen Ziming would join, which made her feel even more numb.

"Hi!" Wen Ziming hiccupped, watching his elder brother cry with drunken eyes, watching his younger sister coaxing him, and the backlog of emotions in his heart also fermented, "Wen Wen Qingyue——"

"What are you doing? I'm not free." Wen Qingyue didn't turn her head back.

Wen Ziming frowned, moved a little, and stretched out his hand to grab her, "You, you look at me, I have something to say!"

Wen Qingyue avoided his hand, "Say, I'm listening."

"Turn around! Big brother is crying for him, can you look at me, I am also your third brother!"

Wen Qingyue looked back at him impatiently, "Wen Ziming, do you really want to join in the fun now?"

Who can tell her why her elder brother, who is so gentle and gentle, cries like this when he's drunk?

Help!

Wen Ziming didn't care if she got angry, he staggered to his feet, and said loudly, "I'm sorry!"

Wen Qingyue hadn't reacted when the words fell, he bowed deeply with a slap, the whole portrait was folded in half, and his hands touched the ground.

Wen Qingyue: "..."

In the dark space, Fu Han turned on the light at the entrance to light up the night, shut the wind and snow outside the door, put on slippers, took off his coat, and shook off the wind and snow.

Passing through the entrance, he raised his hand to turn on the chandelier in the living room, and the dim space was illuminated. Fu Han hung up his coat and went upstairs. He took a hot shower to wash away the chill before leaving the bathroom.

Wrapped in a nightgown and just sat down on the bed, the mobile phone that was placed on the bedside table rang. He picked up the mobile phone and saw that it was Mo Hanshuang's message.

"Mr. Fu, you and the young lady are on the hot search, do you want to withdraw?"

The news is that when he first entered the bathroom two or ten minutes ago, there was a hot search link.

Fu Han clicked in to check it out, and it was revealed that he had an improper relationship with Wen Qingyue, and that he was taking care of her.

Fu Han frowned, he was not interested in this kind of boring trending search, so he quit directly, not knowing that there were other trending searches on the trending search.

After exiting, he saw several unread text messages in the lower right corner, and Fu Han clicked on them. He thought they were spam text messages, but he didn't expect them to be some photos.

After looking at the photo, Fu Han's eyes showed a layer of coldness, and a rose-red strawberry bear was reflected in the deep pupils, which was no different from the one on the sofa in the living room.

At that time, he wanted to give the little girl another one, but she said that one was enough.