"You're so annoying to me."

Fu Wenzhou said in a hoarse voice, his eyes darkened a few degrees, and he raised his head again. His pupils were already full of paranoid desire. This look was very familiar to Song Qingyou.

That was a sign of his madness.

She hurriedly took a step away, but was picked up by the man with an almost terrifying force and pressed against the tea cabinet behind her. The tea sets behind her bumped together, making a clanging sound.

"Why are you so crazy?" Song Qingyou was ashamed and annoyed, and the calmness she had just maintained easily collapsed in front of him: "You said you wouldn't bother me again."

Fu Wenzhou easily grabbed her wrist, raised it, and held it above her head: "You will only drive me away."

He pressed too close, and their bodies were already tightly pressed together. Fu Wenzhou rubbed his palms on her delicate cheeks.

Song Qingyou had no choice but to retreat. She wanted to reach out and push him, but she was afraid of touching his wound, so she could only look at him angrily: "Fu Wenzhou, what do you want?"

Fu Wenzhou leaned down and pressed his face against her neck. He breathed faster and faster, spraying on her collarbone: "I've been injured all over, and you can't even be impatient to apply medicine. Song Qingyou, sometimes I suspect that your heart is...

Not made of stone."

Song Qingyou's throat felt itchy, her face flushed, and she turned her head to avoid his hot gaze.

"Are you like this to everyone, or are you so cruel to me? Huh?" Fu Wenzhou's moist and hot palms stroked her carotid artery inch by inch, and the ends of his narrow eyes were slightly raised. Suddenly, he exerted force on his palms,

He forced Song Qingyou to look at him: "Three years ago, I knelt in the rain and begged you not to marry. I still remember your cold and heartless look at that time."

Fu Wenzhou seemed to be asking and answering himself, his tone was stubborn and focused: "Why, why is it that Fu Tingshen can do it but I can't?"

Song Qingyou's endurance reached the limit, she opened his hand with a "snap", and coughed violently during her breath.

Fu Wenzhou suddenly panicked. He let go of her and turned around to find medicine for her. He carefully held the medicine and handed the water over: "Youyou, be good, take the medicine."

Song Qingyou usually found medicine bitter and would rather feel uncomfortable than take medicine. But today, her internal organs were about to be coughed up. She took the water glass with trembling hands and swallowed the medicine with force.

The bitter and pungent smell made Song Qingyou frown slightly, and then something was stuffed into her mouth. A sweetness suddenly spread in her mouth. She rolled it on the tip of her tongue, and it turned out to be a piece of candy.

Fu Wenzhou coaxed in a low voice: "You won't feel bitter after eating candy."

The crazy and angry emotion disappeared from his eyes in an instant, and he turned back into the usual obedient puppy.

"You..." After taking the medicine, Song Qingyou's itching disappeared a lot. She finally raised her eyes to look at him. The ends of her eyes were moistened by the cough just now. She held it in for a long time and said: "Why are you so thick-skinned!"

Just now he was questioning her like crazy, forcing her, and the next moment he was coaxing her in a low voice. How could there be such a person?

How many times had she chased him away, how many times had she rejected her openly or covertly, but he acted as if he hadn't heard her at all. He would admit his mistake when she made her anxious, disappear and then come back to her within two days. No one could pester her like him!

Looking from his angle, Song Qingyou was leaning slightly sideways, her skin was as white as snow, and her naturally affectionate peach blossom eyes were watery. In addition, her voice was gentle and sounded angry, delicate and soft.

Not only did Fu Wenzhou not feel angry, but a strange feeling came over him. The more she scolded him, the more strangely excited his body felt.

"Youyou, please curse a few more times." Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple rolled, and his dark eyes stared at her heavily.

Song Qingyou: "..."

She was too lazy to pay attention to him, escaped from his shackles, walked to the sofa and sat down: "Are you going to the charity auction held by the Ruan family?"

"No." Fu Wenzhou sniffed with the tip of his nose, and the fragrance of Buddha lotus that belonged to Song Qingyou came in, and he sighed with satisfaction.

Song Qingyou frowned when he heard this: "Hasn't the Ruan family always cooperated with you? Are you going to offend Mr. Ruan's face?"

Fu Wenzhou went to the kitchen to get a fruit knife and peeled an apple for Song Qingyou: "I hired a dedicated team to take charge of Fu's enterprise, and it's not my business to negotiate those cooperations."

Song Qingyou gently raised her eyelashes: "Go."

No questions, just statements.

Fu Wenzhou let out a lazy smile: "Youyou, making a request requires a change of conditions."

Song Qingyou thought for a while and said: "Lin Niao is pregnant with the Fu family's seed. According to the old man's will, she will inherit an additional inheritance. You can tell Uncle Chang when you go back and tell Uncle Chang what she took away, and I will return it to you in the future."

Fu Wenzhou paused in his peeling action, his eyes darkened, and for a long time, he pursed his thin lips and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't go back. It's better to hit the sun than to pick one."

He suddenly came closer, and Song Qingyou leaned back instinctively. She had experienced being kissed by him over the years, and her thin white and delicate palms covered her lips.

Fu Wenzhou's thin lips were only one centimeter away from hers. Seeing her defensive look, Fu Wenzhou smiled hoarsely, and his voice seemed to have a hook: "Youyou, I just..."

Song Qingyou was born with small hands, with soft palms and slender fingers, like collectibles. The man's big palm covered hers easily.

Her face is very fair, with pink in her skin, and her pupils are light brown, crystal clear.

The fragrance of Buddha lotus emanating from her body made Fu Wenzhou want to kiss her and taste the fragrance every time he came close.

But I just thought that I couldn't bear to do anything to her.

Fu Wenzhou lowered his eyes and stared at her for a long time before stuffing a small piece of cut apple into her mouth, with a lazy smile on his eyes when he withdrew.

Continuing from what he just said: "I want to feed you an apple."

Song Qingyou felt that if she really wanted to die early one day, she would probably die because of Fu Wenzhou's unstable mood.

"I will go to the charity auction." Fu Wenzhou smiled: "You know, I always listen to you."

Song Qingyou:......

She really wanted to ask him now, since he was obedient, why didn't he leave?

Just think about it and let it go. This person is used to being like a mad dog. Every time he thinks something comes out, he has to smooth it down, otherwise he will lose his temper.

Song Qingyou didn't want to feel like riding a rollercoaster all day, so she asked tactfully: "When are you going to leave?"

Fu Wenzhou glanced at her. His facial features were good-looking, deep and delicate, but his brows and eyes were filled with anger, and his pupils were dark. When he looked over, his eyes were full of affection, and his voice was tender: "Help me put on the medicine and I'll finish it."

Walk."

Song Qingyou studied Chinese medicine and was very accomplished at that time. When she proposed to drop out of school, all her teachers felt sorry for her, but she still decided to leave because she had more important things to do than her hobbies.

When she first learned that Fu Wenzhou was engaged in black boxing in country M, she found someone to get these hard-to-find herbs and made her own, which was very effective in healing and removing scars.
Chapter completed!