Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Chapter 205 I Want To Drink Beer

Su Yan's operation was successfully completed, and he was sent to the intensive care unit. Su Wanyu's family was busy visiting him.

Fu Han and the others didn't want to squeeze together, so they took Wen Qingyue back to the ward behind Grandpa Fu.

After tossing all afternoon, it was already dark, Wen Qingyue's hungry stomach was growling, she sat on the edge of the hospital bed and listened to the conversation between Grandpa Fu and Fu Han.

"Are you going to explain it yourself, or do you want me to investigate?" Mr. Fu sat on the sofa and asked in a deep voice, aggressively, like a superior tortured a subordinate.

If there is anyone who can suppress Fu Han's aura, Wen Qingyue thinks that there is probably only Grandpa Fu.

Fu Han briefly explained what happened in the past few days, and said: "Grandpa, I didn't want to worry you by keeping it from you."

Mr. Fu raised his eyebrows thickly, and the crutch in his hand hit the floor, "You won't hide it from me if you're afraid I'm worried! I'm really afraid that one day you will die and I won't know!"

The atmosphere froze slightly, Wen Qingyue rolled her eyes slowly, and her stomach let out a "cuckoo" sound just right, which attracted Grandpa Fu's attention, and she took the opportunity to go to Grandpa Fu to be good, "Grandpa, I'll be good for an afternoon!" I haven't eaten, I'm so hungry, can I eat first, before you continue to scold him?"

She hugged Grandpa Fu's arm and acted like a spoiled child, the old man immediately lost his anger, snorted, and said to Fu Han, "You brat, do you hear that? Your wife is hungry, why don't you hurry up and get someone to bring food over!"

Before Fu Han could speak, Wen Qingyue stood up and said, "Grandpa, I want to eat at a restaurant, but you don't even know that Fu Han abused me, giving me vegetables and white radishes every day, without oil or water at all!"

When she acted like a baby, her voice would be a little higher than usual, soft and waxy, like a child, and after crying, she deliberately pulled out a long voice, with a bit of nasal sound, aggrieved, very lovable.

Fu Han remained motionless, listening silently, observing the subtle expressions on her face with some enjoyment, feeling an unprecedented softness in his heart.

Wen Qingyue was very much like someone who had suffered a great injustice before and sued her. She exaggerated how Fu Han treated her harshly and tortured her during the two days in the hospital.

Her gag broke the frozen atmosphere. Grandpa Fu was amused by her, so he couldn't help poking her forehead, and said cooperatively: "No wonder you're so thin. Let's go, Grandpa will take you to eat!"

Wen Qingyue smiled mischievously: "It's better to be grandpa!"

Because both of them were injured and it was difficult to walk too far, they sat down in a clean and tidy restaurant opposite the hospital.

Wen Qingyue took the menu to order, and she was already salivating just by reporting the name of the dish, and the feeling of hunger was even more obvious.

She ordered several spicy dishes, Fu Han frowned and said, "I don't want the spicy chicken, you want the wound to be inflamed?"

Wen Qingyue pulled her face, and immediately said aggrieved: "Grandpa..."

This time Grandpa Fu didn't follow her, "Fu Han is right, you have injuries on your body, and you will get inflammation if you eat too much spicy food, be good."

"Okay, let's have another stir-fried beef with black pepper and oyster mushrooms and steamed eggs with minced meat and tofu." Wen Qingyue finished ordering, and then asked, "Grandpa, what do you drink?"

Grandpa Fu's gaze fell on the freezer by the door, and he said excitedly, "Beer."

"My lord, you can't drink."

"Grandpa, the doctor told you not to drink alcohol!"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time. Wen Qingyue looked at the housekeeper and Fu Han, and then fell on the disappointed Grandpa Fu. She blinked and said, "Beer has low alcohol content, so it's okay to have a drink."

The old man's eyes lit up immediately, and he held a chicken feather as an arrow, and said with a high air: "Did you hear that! Yueyue is a doctor, she said you can drink it!"

Fu Han and the housekeeper looked at Wen Qingyue helplessly and with a headache, she got up innocently, avoiding their eyes, and took a bottle of beer and Weiwei soybean milk from the freezer.

Wen Qingyue put the beer on the table, put the soy milk in front of Fu Han, and said loudly: "Boss, take three glasses and a straw."

"Stir-fried beef with black pepper and oyster mushrooms, two catties of spicy crayfish, steamed eggs with minced meat and tofu...Your dishes are all served, and you can take your own drinks. If you don't have enough rice, you can add more. You can eat well!"

After serving the dishes, the waiter brought up the cups and straws, and walked away with a smile.

Wen Qingyue skillfully pried open the cap of the wine bottle, poured half a glass of wine and served them in front of the two elders, then poured a glass for herself, then raised the glass and said, "Grandpa, grandpa housekeeper, let's have a toast."

"Wait!" Fu Han stretched out his hand to grab her sleeve, "Where's mine?"

Wen Qingyue glanced at the soy milk on his left, "You drink that."

Fu Han's eyelids twitched and he frowned: "I don't drink soy milk, I also want to drink beer."

The tone of voice was slightly elongated by half a tone, which seemed to be a bit coquettish.

Grandpa Fu gave Butler Mo a look, smiled meaningfully, held a cup and silently clinked glasses with Butler Mo, drank beer and watched the young couple talking.

It's so interesting. In the words of young people, this is the joy of playing CP on the spot.

"No, your knife wound hasn't healed yet, so you have to avoid food, don't eat spicy food, and don't drink beer." Wen Qingyue shook her head seriously and refused, applying what he did to her before to him.

If it were someone else, Fu Han would have turned his back on him, but Wen Qingyue deserves to be you, Wen Qingyue, Fu Han stared at Soy Milk's eyelids for a long time, and suddenly smiled, "Seeing that you care so much about my body." For sake, I don't drink."

While speaking, she unscrewed the cap of the soy milk bottle and clinked glasses with them with the glass bottle. Wen Qingyue inserted the plastic straw into the bottle at the right time, and then clinked glasses with a happy smile: "Cheers!"

The corners of Fu Han's eyes twitched slightly, Grandpa Fu and Butler Mo smiled narrowly, to see if this clean freak would drink or not.

The old man is very aware of his family's problems with this brat. He has never eaten in this kind of restaurant since he was a child. It is unexpected to be able to sit down and try the soy milk that costs a few dollars, but Wen Qingyue exposed that In the air, the straw squeezed by human hands is put into the bottle.

Fu Han really didn't drink it, and put the soy milk aside, Wen Qingyue didn't pay attention, and concentrated on peeling her crayfish.

Grandpa Fu wanted to cheat his grandson, and coughed dryly, "Fu Han, toast with elders, it's very impolite not to drink!"

Fu Han froze when he put on the gloves, and looked up at his old man, his temples throbbing.

The old man clearly did this on purpose. He knew he was a clean freak and deliberately tricked him.

Old urchin!

"That's the soy milk that Yueyue brought for you. If you don't drink it, it's not a waste. Grandpa taught you to cherish food and not waste it!"

Wen Qingyue turned her head to glance at him, frowned suspiciously, then glanced at the soy milk with a straw inserted, and then remembered from Fu Han's slightly stiff expression that he had a cleanliness habit.

"I'll drink this bottle of yours." Wen Qingyue reached out and took it in front of her, got up and went to the freezer to get another box of organic soy milk, unscrewed the lid and handed it to him.

She thoughtfully replaced the glass bottled soy milk with boxed organic soy milk, which made it easier to drink without a straw, and took care of his cleanliness.