Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Wen Qingyue opened her sleeves and tapped her watch, "It's 45:15, and it's time to get off work in [-] minutes. Mr. Fu, have you finished your work?"

The corners of Fu Han's mouth curled up, "So Mrs. Fu is here to supervise the work?"

Wen Qingyue clasped her arms around her chest and nodded, "Hmm, so hurry up, Mr. Fu, don't be lazy, or the candlelight dinner will be cancelled."

Fu Han chuckled, and actually quickly finished the project in his hand, turned off the computer, got up, picked up his coat and walked towards her, looked at his watch, and said: "There are still 5 minutes before the end of get off work, finish the task ahead of time, Mrs. Fu Is there a reward?"

"Reward you and me for how many sips of coffee are left?" Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows, her words were full of ridicule.

She knew that he was a clean freak and deliberately teased her.

"Is it good?" Fu Han didn't say whether he wanted her reward, walked to her side, glanced at the coffee and asked, as if he was really thinking about it, if it tasted good, he would drink it.

Wen Qingyue smacked her lower lip lightly, "Not bad."

"Then I'll try it." Fu Han said and sat down beside her, stretched out his hand to hook her neck and pressed her to him, kissed her lips, bit her lips, and pried her teeth open, Take it easy like eating a meal.

Wen Qingyue? ? ?

He tasted it lightly, let go of her and did not forget to comment: "The taste is really good."

"Stinky rascal, do you know that your behavior is called sexual harassment?" Wen Qingyue pushed him, her face flushed slightly, and the lipstick on her lips was also wiped off by him.

This man is getting more and more adept at playing hooligans.

Fu Han brushed her lips with his fingers, wiped off the lipstick from the kiss, and said with a smile: "You are my wife, this is the flirt between husband and wife, and has nothing to do with sexual harassment."

"Hmph, others don't know, I just need to shout, and you will lose face in front of your employees." Wen Qingyue retorted angrily, but she didn't realize that her words had hit Fu Han.

The man's eyes darkened, he hugged her in silence for a few seconds, and suddenly said, "Shall we have a wedding in the next year? Let's go to Sanya to take wedding photos. It's not cold there."

Wen Qingyue was startled, and the action of putting on lipstick was slightly startled, and said in astonishment: "Didn't it be agreed to do it next summer? It will be too troublesome to go abroad after the year."

On top of that, she wasn't ready.

Looking at her flickering eyes, Fu Han felt a little disappointed, his expression was silent, and he didn't speak, just at this time his mobile phone rang, interrupting the conversation between the two of them.

After answering the phone, Fu Han also hid his emotions and said, "Grandpa asked us to go back to dinner, tonight's candlelight dinner will be put on hold."

He took the initiative to skip the topic just now, Wen Qingyue also breathed a sigh of relief, turned her lipstick back, and said, "The candlelight dinner for two has become a candlelight dinner for multiple people, are you happy, Mr. Fu?"

She smiled gloatingly, the upturned corners of her mouth, the perfect lip color made Fu Han feel the desire to destroy.

Wen Qingyue looked into his eyes, feeling uneasy, stood up in a panic, "Let's go, go home—"

She was dragged back by Fu Han, and with a cry of surprise, Fu Han pressed her on the sofa, rubbing the corners of her lips with his fingers, breathing hard, Wen Qingyue hurriedly reached out to cover her lips, "No, the lipstick I just put on, you You can't kiss me any more flowers."

Fu Han stared into her eyes, "My candlelight dinner is gone, and yours will make it up to me."

Wen Qingyue opened her eyes wide, and said dissatisfied: "It's not because I canceled it, why should I compensate you?"

Fu Han pulled her hand away, bowed his head to kiss, Wen Qingyue quickly tilted his head away, and the kiss landed on her ear, the man's breath fell into her ear, making her itchy.

"Then I will make it up to you."

"I don't..." Wen Qingyue's words disappeared suddenly, she hung up in one breath, and hissed softly, "Fu Han, are you a dog?"

He bit her again, and sooner or later her neck would be bitten through by him.

Fu Han didn't speak, he let go, and then the tip of his warm tongue swept over the place he bitten, the creamy heat made Wen Qingyue groan, and the pores all over his body seemed to explode.

"Get up..." Wen Qingyue's voice trembled, "This is the office, and your employees are outside."

The man paused, but didn't get up. He reached out to touch the remote control on the coffee table, pressed it, and the shutters of the office fell and the door was locked, blocking the space for prying eyes.

The corners of Wen Qingyue's eyes twitched, "I didn't mean that!"

She just wanted him to get up, not for him to close the window and kiss her.

Fu Han threw the remote control away, and dishonestly did evil to her. She stretched out her hand to stop him, breathing out of rhythm, and speaking intermittently, "Don't do it, grandpa, grandpa, wait for us to go back to eat—"

"Don't worry, my aunt hasn't cooked well when I go back now, so it doesn't matter if it's a little late."

Her resistance didn't have any effect, her lip makeup was also stained, and her hands and feet were made weak by him, Fu Hanfu whispered in her ear: "This lipstick smells very good, I like it."

Wen Qingyue weakly gouged him out, and looked at the lipstick on his lips, feeling amused again, "Boss Fu, do you know that you look like a pervert?"

This person can really have sex at any time.

The man didn't speak, but responded to her with actions, and when she was crying for forgiveness, he used her words to tease her maliciously, and at the same time, his movements were fast and heavy.

Wen Qingyue suppressed her voice, physical tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, there were footsteps and voices of employees walking outside, as if she wanted to hand over the documents to Fu Han, but Mo Hanshuang stopped her just as she arrived at the door , Said that Fu Han had already left, asked someone to give her the documents, and she would hand them in tomorrow.

Obviously they didn't go out, Mo Hanshuang was at the door, it was impossible not to know, she stopped them, obviously guessed what they were doing inside.

This face is lost at home.

"Still distracted at this time, huh?" Fu Han's voice was lowered, tinged with lust, a little hoarse in the magnetism, and there was a kind of ruthless questioning at the end of the sound, Wen Qingyue's heart trembled fiercely, and she grabbed his arm and bit it hard. lips.

An hour later, Wen Qingyue followed Fu Han out of the office with her head down. She bowed her head guiltyly, afraid that others would see her, but she didn't notice that the man in front of her didn't move, and bumped into his back.

"You?" She looked up, only to find that there were no employees outside.

Fu Han looked at her and smiled, and teased, "Why is your face so red?"

Wen Qingyue gritted her teeth, and stomped on his foot resentfully, "I'm not like Mr. Fu, I don't even need to lose my face!"

After finishing speaking, she walked forward quickly, pressed the elevator, and stood at the elevator door waiting for the elevator.

Fu Han endured the pain and endured the pain before walking over. The two entered the elevator together. There was no one else in the elevator. Seeing her red earlobes, Fu Han continued to tease her, "It's so shy when you pester me to talk about love. not like this."

"Shut up!" Wen Qingyue blushed even more, like a boiled crab, with fierce eyes, staring at him, as if if he said anything, she would pounce on him, bite his neck, and kill him.

Fu Han nodded, and didn't speak anymore, but the upturned corners of his mouth displeased her no matter what.

At this moment, he is like an animal that has successfully stolen.