Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

After Fu Han posted the response, he immediately called Wen Qingyue back.

Because he was able to announce their relationship, he was in a particularly good mood, but he didn't know that the crisis was approaching him.

"Hey?"

Wen Qingyue's voice sounded, I don't know if it was his illusion, she was a little cold.

Fu Han said: "Yueyue, I was in a meeting before, and I left my phone in the office. I saw your response. You did the right thing. This is what I discussed in the meeting."

Wen Qingyue was quiet for a while, and then said: "Well, when do you get off work?"

"Six o'clock if there are no accidents." Fu Han opened the drawer and took out the photo frame from the drawer. On it was a group photo of them. Now he can finally put it on the table in a fair manner.

He arranged the photo frame and looked at her in the photo with infinite tenderness in his eyes.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home." Wen Qingyue quickly hung up the phone after finishing speaking, her five fingers clenched the phone tightly, her knuckles turned white, and the blood was concentrated in her fingertips, so red that it seemed to bleed.

Hearing the busy tone from the mobile phone, Fu Han was a little taken aback. The call caught him off guard.

It's just that he didn't have time to think about it, so Mo Hanshuang pushed the door in and reported to him.

……

When Su Wanyu woke up, she didn't expect the public opinion to reverse again and again, not to mention that Wen Qingyue posted the marriage certificate directly, and Fu Han responded.

Although Wen Qingyue didn't push her out in her response, and maintained her relationship with Fu Han as brother and sister, but this couldn't stop everyone from talking, and some people still didn't believe it.

After coming and going, some voices began to question her as the mistress.

Jingle Bell……

The phone rang, pulling Su Wanyu back from her dazed state. She picked up the phone at a loss, looked at the caller ID, and swipe to answer with trembling hands.

"Hey?"

"Wan Yu, did you see the hot search?" The call was from Su Yan, with a somewhat urgent tone.

The first time he saw the hot search, he thought of his sister, afraid that she would be sad and do something.

"Well, brother, have you contacted Ah Han? Why did you respond like that? No, didn't you say that it will take a while and he doesn't care about me?" Su Wanyu's voice trembled.

What she was afraid of was not public opinion, what she cared about was Fu Han's attitude behind this matter.

He chose to announce that he was married, which meant that he no longer considered her situation, which proved that he no longer cared about her.

Su Yan said: "I was in a meeting just now, I just learned about this matter, and I haven't contacted you yet, don't think too much, even if he responds to the fact that you are married, he won't let you have trouble, and you have an older brother, I will support you, you now Just don't think too much, don't read the news on the Internet, you know?"

Su Wanyu: "Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Su Wanyu sat on the edge of the bed with her knees hugged, her eyes wide open, her phone vibrating constantly on the bed, people in the circle were concerned or gossip, and wanted to ask her something.

Mother Su knocked on the door and came in. Seeing the second girl sitting on the ground with blank eyes, her heart ached. She walked over, knelt down and said, "Honey, get up, Auntie has already made your breakfast. Let's go downstairs to have breakfast."

Tears welled up in Su Wanyu's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, the tears rolled down his face, and his eyes focused on Su's mother, "Mom, I'm so sad, this place seems to be hollowed out, it hurts so much."

She pointed to the location of the heart, tears could not be stopped.

Every tear fell on Su's mother's heart, burning her mother's heart.

"Baby, we're not sad, don't read the comments on the Internet." Su's mother hugged her daughter distressedly, and couldn't help moistening her eyes.

Father Su stood by the door and watched, with a sore nose.

The treasure they held in their hands was bullied like this.

Su's father closed the door silently, went back to his room and changed into formal clothes, went downstairs and said to the servant: "My wife told me that I was out on business and I'll be back later."

……

Fu's, Su's father bypassed the media and entered Fu's building, and went straight to the president's office.

Mo Hanshuang ran into Su's father when he came out of the office, and said quickly, "Hello, Director Su."

Father Su asked coldly, "Is Fu Han in the office?"

Mo Hanshuang keenly sensed that the visitor was not kind, but knowing the relationship between Su's father and Mrs. Fu, he did not dare to stop him, saying: "Yes, I will speak to Mr. Fu."

"No need, you are busy with your work, I will go in by myself." Father Su passed her, opened the door and went in without giving her a chance to inform.

Mo Hanshuang's eyes changed slightly, but he didn't dare to step forward to stop her.

She probably knew that Su's father came to Fu Han to question him about Su Wanyu, and she was displeased with the behavior of the Su family.

Because of what happened back then, the Su family was like a vampire, attaching itself to Fu Han to suck blood, Fu Han was responsible for every bit of Su Wanyu's shit.

Mo Hanshuang's eyes were gloomy and cold, and she was quite disdainful of the behavior of the Su family.

Why should Fu Han be responsible for his daughter?

In the office, Fu Han heard footsteps, raised his head to meet Father Su's gaze, was a little surprised, closed the file, stood up to greet him, "Why are you here, Qiuqiu?"

Father Su and him sat down facing each other on the sofa next to him. Father Su didn't go around and said bluntly: "Fu Han, how did you promise us before? Now you repent and admit marriage. What you did is to push Wanyu to the forefront. .”

Fu Han was not surprised that he would come to question him, clasped his hands, looked straight at Su's father, and said frankly: "Uncle, I promised that you would protect Wanyu and prevent her from being stigmatized and her future ruined. The news is completely beyond our expectations, the matter is seriously fermented, and I can't disregard my wife's reputation—"

"咚咚-"

There was a knock on the door, Fu Han stopped and looked towards the door: "What's the matter?"

"Boss Fu, I'll bring tea." Mo Hanshuang's voice sounded, and he wisely didn't open the door to come in immediately.

"Come in."

Mo Hanshuang held the tea, put it down without looking sideways, and left.

Before the door closed, she heard Fu Han say: "I will always pay attention to the development of the follow-up public opinion, and won't let Wanyu get hurt..."

She couldn't hear what was said later, but she roughly guessed Su's purpose.

Sure enough, it was for Su Wanyu.

Mo Hanshuang returned to his office, opened Weibo, clicked on the trending search about Su Wanyu, took a look, and posted a post in the square.

……

Half an hour later, the door of the president's office opened, and Fu Han personally escorted Su's father out, and ordered Ah Cheng to escort Su's father away.

Fu Han watched Su's father and Ah Cheng get into the elevator one after the other with a calm expression, until the door was closed, there was an emotion in his dark pupils that no one could see through.

He turned around and glanced at Mo Hanshuang, and said, "Notify the public relations department, always pay attention to the trend of online public opinion, guide public opinion in a good direction, and dilute the influence of Su Wanyu."

Mo Hanshuang nodded, "Okay."

Fu Han walked back to the office. Mo Hanshuang didn't miss the tiredness on his brows, and couldn't help but said, "Boss Fu, why didn't Miss Su's public opinion be handled by the public relations of Su Entertainment? This matter shouldn't have You take responsibility."

Her words made Fu Han pause. He looked back at her, and said, "The Su family will naturally deal with it, and we must not slack off here. I don't want to procrastinate any longer, and deal with the invisible risks at once."