Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

There is a door at the corner of the corridor of the winery. When you open the door, you will find a balcony that is not too spacious. Wen Qingyue closes the door and stands on the balcony with the cold wind blowing to call Wen Cun back, "Hey, brother, I'm sorry, my phone is out of battery. , it will be charged."

There was silence on the phone for a while, and after a long while he asked, "Where are you? Didn't you say you would come back with Fu Han tonight? Mom has been waiting for a long time."

His tone was a little low, suppressing his anger.

For so long, he has never said harsh words to this sister, and his words are always gentle and gentle. Today is the first time, this night, not only because the family is waiting for her, but more importantly, he is worried about her, afraid of her. What happened to her, and she couldn't be contacted, for fear that she would be kidnapped again like before.

Only then did Wen Qingyue remember that she had promised Zhao Qiuxia to go home the first day, and she felt a little guilty, "I'm sorry, big brother, please apologize to my mother and the others. Fu Han, he, encountered something and didn't come back. Do something, forget about going home."

"What happened to you? Are you alright?" Wen Cun lost his temper when he heard that something happened to her, and asked with concern, regardless of why Fu Han didn't come back.

Hearing the concern in her elder brother's tone that could not be concealed, Wen Qingyue's nose was sour, and she almost cried. She pressed her lips tightly to suppress her emotions, suppressed the feeling of crying, and cleared her throat, "The car rear-ended on the road It’s okay, it’s not serious, I’m fine, I met a friend later, and when I went out to play with my friend, I forgot to tell my mother, and I didn’t realize that the phone was out of battery and turned off.”

"Are you really okay? Where are you now?" Although she concealed it very well, Wen Wen could hear the trembling sound of her mouth for a moment.

Now he even suspects that she is afraid that they will worry, and deliberately hides it to say nothing.

"You send me the address, and I'll come pick you up." Wen Cun left the bedroom and walked downstairs.

Wen Qingyue was stunned for a moment, and when she heard the sound of him opening the door and going downstairs, she hurriedly said, "Brother, don't worry, I'm really fine, I'm going to play with my friends at the winery, don't come here, I won't go back tonight gone."

Wen Cun paused, and asked with a gloomy face: "Yueyue, if you are really hurt, tell your elder brother, don't hide it from me and try to be brave."

Wen Ziming was still sitting in the living room downstairs. Hearing his words, he pricked up his ears and his eyes fell on Wen Cun's mobile phone.

"Brother, I'm really not injured, I..." Wen Qingyue paused, her eyes lowered slightly, "I'm just in a bad mood, I don't want to go home, I want to drink with my friends to relax, brother, don't worry about me."

Her tone was low, and Wen Cun heard that she was telling the truth, and she was silent for a moment, "Okay, I won't look for you anymore, but you still have to pay attention to safety, talk to your friends when you are unhappy, don't drink too much alcohol, it will hurt your body .”

Wen Qingyue responded, hung up the phone, did not return to the box immediately, clicked on WeChat, and Fang Xiaoyuan sent her a video saying Happy New Year, as well as Jian Ying, Sunshine and a classmate who had a good relationship with the department.

Wen Qingyue replied one by one, scrolling down and found that both Dong Yuan and Grandpa Fu had also sent her messages, as well as New Year red envelopes.

Grandpa Fu sent her in advance after eight o'clock. The old man didn't stay up late, and he didn't pass this kind of festival, but he sent her two red envelopes with great heart.

"Happy New Year Yueyue! Tomorrow, I will go home with Fu Han to have dinner with my grandpa. I know you young people will stay up late for the New Year's Eve, so just come and have dinner."

Wen Qingyue's eyes became hot, and tears welled up in her eyes. She accepted the red envelope and sent two long voices, "Thank you grandpa! Grandpa wishes you a happy new year too!"

"Okay, see you tomorrow, Grandpa."

After returning to Grandpa Fu, Wen Qingyue glanced at the time, it was twelve thirty-five in the morning.

She clicked on the profile picture of her second aunt, Dong Yuan. Dong Yuan first sent a red envelope, and then sent a transfer of 6666.

Dong Yuan was generous, but Wen Qingyue was used to it, so she didn’t accept it. When she clicked on the voice, it was her unique, gentle and soft voice, "Qingyue Happy New Year! Are you going to play with friends outside? You and Fu Han hasn't been back for a long time, long time no see, Second Aunt still misses you, when will you come back for dinner, and accompany me to choose clothes for the New Year."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the Dong Yuan on WeChat is different from the Dong Yuan in real life, and seems to be closer to her.

Wen Qingyue frowned and thought for a while, and accepted the red envelopes and money transfers. Dong Yuan gave her a lot of things, these were considered small sums, and if they didn't accept them, they would seem to look down upon them.

After collecting the money, she replied obediently, "Thank you, Second Aunt! Happy New Year to you, Second Aunt. We'll go back tomorrow. I'm done with work recently. I have a lot of free time. I can go shopping with you at any time."

In all honesty, the elder Dong Yuan is very kind to her. Among the elders of the Fu family, except for Fu Zheng, she gets along less well, and everyone else is pretty good. Even if she is angry with Fu Han now, she will not implicate his family.

After replying to the message, Wen Qingyue had enough of the cold wind, and opened the door to return to the box.

As soon as he entered, the smell of red wine came to his nostrils. Lu Yu was sitting on the sofa, holding a small clip in his hand. There was a small and delicate stove on the table in front of him. There was a transparent glass jug on the stove, and the red wine inside was gurgling. Bubbling and bubbling.

Lu Yu smiled and said, "It's just in time for me to come back. The mulled wine is ready to drink."

Wen Qingyue was dumbfounded, sat back on her seat, continued to charge her phone, and said dumbfoundedly: "Brother, I'm here to get drunk, why are you still cooking mulled wine?"

After making a phone call outside, and replying to the message, the cold wind blew, her mood has improved a lot, and her tone has improved a lot.

Lu Yu heard it, poured her a glass of hot red wine, raised his eyebrows and said, "Hot red wine is good for your skin, and the alcohol content is still there, so it won't affect your getting drunk."

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows and said, "You know how to keep healthy. What did you add to this wine? The winery actually has these gadgets."

She just went out for a while, where did he get these things.

Lu Yu smiled, "My friend's, he is the real health expert. I learned mulled wine from him, adding grapes, lemon, some rosemary and..."

He paused, not remembering what else was there for a moment, he took a small clip and pulled it inside, trying to see what else was there.

Wen Qingyue took a sip of mulled wine, and the taste was quite amazing, "Not bad!"

Seeing his movements, Wen Qingyue laughed, "Stop rambling, forget it if you don't remember, I'm not going to steal a lesson from you."

Lu Yu also drank some, "It's also my first time cooking, and it didn't ruin it. It seems I'm quite talented!"

The two drank while chatting. After drinking a glass of mulled wine, Wen Qingyue's freshly wrapped body was blown away.

Lu Yu poured her another half a glass, looked at her expression, and asked innocently: "Now can you tell me why you are unhappy today? What happened?"