Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Wen Ziming smiled and turned around to get in the car, fastened his seat belt, and was about to start the car. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Fang Xiaoyuan who was going to be the co-pilot, frowned and sighed, unbuckled the seat belt and leaned over to help her buckle it up.

"Ha!" Fang Xiaoyuan suddenly raised his head and yelled, right in front of Wen Ziming's ear, Wen Ziming was caught off guard, frowned and continued to fasten his seat belt.

click!

After the seat belt was buckled, Wen Ziming let out a breath, stood up and was about to return to his seat, but was caught off guard by Fang Xiaoyuan's tight embrace, unable to move.

Wen Ziming: "..."

Fang Xiaoyuan: "Hey, Yueyue, I caught you! Well, I like you so much, kiss..."

Seeing Fang Xiaoyuan's approaching face, Wen Ziming's pupils trembled, he quickly raised his hand and pushed Fang Xiaoyuan's face away, pushed the person back on the seat, sat back in his own position, quickly withdrew his hand, and sat upright to start the car, but it couldn't start for a long time.

Wen Ziming frowned, and muttered irritably, "What's the matter? The car broke down?"

"The car key is not inserted."

Wen Ziming glanced down at the car key, twisted the key awkwardly, and started the car. As soon as he started the car, he suddenly turned around and stared at Wen Qingyue who was lying on the car seat.

"You, aren't you drunk? When did you wake up?!" Wen Ziming looked at her in panic, wondering if she saw Fang Xiaoyuan hugging him just now.

Wen Qingyue blinked her eyes, yawned expressionlessly, and said irritably, "I, I've been awake, hurry up, I want to go home and sleep!"

Her tone was a little slow, without her usual coolness. Although her words were logical, she didn't want to be sober.

Realizing that she was still drunk, Wen Ziming breathed a sigh of relief, and coaxed softly, "Go home right away, sit down, don't stand up."

Wen Qingyue: "Oh."

Half an hour later, the car parked in the Wen family's yard. The community was exceptionally quiet at 05:30 in the morning, and the servants at home were all asleep.

Wen Ziming could only move the three people in the car into the house one by one.

Wen Qingyue was the last one. His tired forehead was sweating. When he came out, he saw Wen Qingyue got off the car by himself. He was so shocked that he quickened his pace and ran to her side, "Why did you get off by yourself?"

Wen Qingyue frowned and looked at him, looked around, and asked, "Where is this place? I want to go home!"

Wen Ziming pulled her, "This is your home."

Wen Qingyue shook off his hand, with a serious face, "No! You are lying, my house... There are not so many flowers and plants in my yard, I want to call Fu Han!"

Listening to her drunken words, Wen Ziming scratched his hair irritably, "This is the Wen family, I am your third elder brother, your name is Wen Qingyue, and the Wen family is your home!"

After finishing speaking, he grabbed Wen Qingyue and walked into the house. There was snow on the ground, and when he walked, his feet were deep and shallow. Wen Qingyue was drunk, his feet slipped, and he fell down.

Wen Ziming was also staggered and almost fell.

After tossing and tossing several times throughout the night, Wen Ziming's tired patience gradually disappeared, and he couldn't help shouting: "Wen Qingyue, can you stop making trouble?!"

Wen Qingyue sat on the ground and ignored him, but muttered aggrievedly, "This is not my family, not the Wen family, and I don't have a third brother—"

Wen Ziming originally walked behind her and wanted to pull her up, but after hearing what she said, his face froze, and his mood suddenly became very complicated.

Wen Qingyue was so drunk at the moment, she spoke according to her own will, got up by herself, glared at him, took out her cell phone from her clothes, and called Fu Han.

Just before six in the morning, Fu Han was woken up by the ringing of the phone. He didn't even look at the caller ID, so he connected directly, "Hello?"

"Fu Han, where are you? Come pick me up, I'm so tired..."

Hearing the voice from the mobile phone, Fu Han woke up instantly. He sat up from the bed, looked at the caller ID and the time, and frowned slightly, "Yueyue, where are you? Why are you outside at this time? "

"I'm here..." Wen Qingyue looked around unsteadily, "I, I don't know, it's so dark, I can't see clearly, there is...someone said this is my house, he, he lied to me!"

"Liar" Wen Ziming's mouth twitched slightly, he stepped forward to support her, and took away her mobile phone.

"Ah! What are you doing, return, return the phone to me—"

Fu Han, who didn't know the truth, listened to the screaming on the phone, his heart sank to the bottom, he got out of bed quickly, turned on the light in the hotel room, and said coldly: "No matter who you are, don't hurt her, you want to I can give you anything..."

"Boss Fu, I'm her brother Wen Ziming, and I won't hurt her." Wen Ziming clasped the excited Wen Qingyue with one hand, while explaining to the person on the phone, so as not to call the police directly.

Hearing the familiar voice, Fu Han paused, and the alarm went off instantly, "Third brother, what happened to Yueyue? Why didn't she go home at this time?"

In a panic, Wen Ziming handed Wen Qingyue his mobile phone, and Wen Qingyue calmed down and complained to the mobile phone.

"Didn't she tell you? My eldest brother had a performance last night. We had dinner together after the performance. She drank and got drunk." Wen Ziming said.

Fu Han breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I'm on a business trip, Yueyue didn't tell me, please take care of her."

Wen Ziming snorted, "Well, I'm her brother, of course I'll take good care of her, hang up."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without hesitation, looking at Wen Qingyue who was squatting on the ground holding his mobile phone and talking, feeling very complicated.

He didn't know much about this sister before. He only knew that she was independent and not easy to get close to. He didn't expect that she would look like this when she was drunk.

And she said that Wen's family is not hers, and she doesn't have a brother like him.

"Alas—" Wen Ziming sighed for a long time, and began to reflect on whether they had treated her too much before.

When the cold wind blew, Wen Ziming shivered from the cold, his thoughts came back, he rubbed his face, and bent over to pull him back, "Wen Qingyue, get up, go home."

Wen Qingyue ignored him, and the phone was thrown into the snow, and she said to herself: "Fu Han, when are you coming back? I'm so sad... Can you come back soon?"

Wen Ziming frowned, he had no choice but to forcefully pick him up, and carried him back into the house with great difficulty.

If you stay any longer, you will have to suffer from a cold.

Fortunately, Wen Qingyue didn't struggle on his back anymore, she just muttered a few words from time to time.

"Fu Han, I don't believe what they said, you, you are not allowed to—"

Wen Ziming's brows frowned even tighter, and he couldn't help asking: "No what? Does Fu Han like someone else?"

As soon as the words fell, Wen Qingyue tapped him on the head, and said coldly: "No!"

Wen Ziming wailed in pain, swallowed his anger, "Then you and Fu Han quarreled?"

The person on the back stopped talking, took a long breath, and fell asleep lying on his shoulder.

Wen Ziming: "..."

After a busy night, I also harvested a chestnut.

Wen Ziming stood on the second floor and took a breath. As soon as he arrived at the door of Wen Qingyue's room with the person on his back, Zhao Qiuxia came down from the third floor and said, "Ziming? You can sleep on your back? Why did you come back so late?"

Wen Ziming turned around helplessly, "Mom, why are you awake?"

Zhao Qiuxia walked towards him, saw the person on his back clearly, and exclaimed: "Yueyue, why is she smelling of alcohol, did you take your sister to drink?"