Song Qingyou was really a little angry.

He actually asked her who she was.

Doesn't he know what it means? She even asked for marriage. If he hadn't been young enough, the two of them would have gotten their marriage certificates home. What does it mean for him to ask her now?

Song Qingyou's throat felt dry and itchy, and she endured it, not letting herself cough in front of him and letting the smell of blood spread in her mouth.

The man stood there persistently waiting for her answer.

Song Qingyou's throat rolled up and she swallowed back the blood foam that came up.

After a long while, he spoke in a low voice, his voice vague and hoarse: "I think your mood is not stable right now. You should calm down. I have something to deal with, so I'll leave first."

Fu Wenzhou tightened his fists, his eyes were sore and his shoulders were shaking. The moment she turned around, he said in a hoarse voice: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Song Qingyou didn't want to quarrel with him anymore. The Song family was in disarray now. She had to finish the project and discuss it with Sy as soon as possible. There was no time to waste on personal feelings.

She looked back and said: "Fu Wenzhou, these are two groups. We are not playing house. I am choosing a partner, not a husband. I hope you can understand this."

He knows shit!

Fu Wenzhou's breathing was rapid and his chest heaved violently. The moment Song Qingyou went out, he stretched out his hand to pull her back, pushed her directly behind the door, and pressed his lips against hers.

"Ugh!"

The man's kiss was full of possessiveness, more ferocious than ever before.

Song Qingyou's mouth hurt and her eyes widened.

He actually bit her!

She struggled to push him away, but Fu Wenzhou refused to let him go. He bit his lips repeatedly, as if he must leave his scent on her body.

I don't know how long they kissed before Fu Wenzhou let go of his hand, wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth with his fingertips, and smiled fiercely: "Youyou, you..."

"Crack!"

Song Qingyou slapped her hard, her voice trembling: "Childish!"

With a "bang" sound, Song Qingyou slammed the door and strode away.

The huge conference room was silent and deathly silent.

After a long time, the man clutched his chest and suddenly laughed in a low voice, but his eyes looked extremely aggrieved and unwilling.

Song Qingyou walked far away and did not hear the bursts of piercing sneers.

She hid in the tea room, and as soon as the door closed, she could no longer suppress her coughing. She panted heavily, and her white handkerchief was stained red.

Song Qingyou lowered her eyes and looked at the scarlet blood stains on the handkerchief. She had recently started to cough up blood again, and this time even Fu Wenzhou's expensive medicinal materials were useless.

Even though I was taking medicine every day, my condition showed no signs of relief.

I had to go through all the medical books myself, but I still couldn't find a symptomatic treatment method.

Song Qingyou breathed out slowly and leaned on the desk, her face pale and tired.

She could neither understand why she had to die, nor why Fu Wenzhou cared so much about who to cooperate with.

The Song Corporation is a group company with hundreds of thousands of employees. Any decision she makes may affect the survival of the Song Corporation.

Working with sy is the best solution she can think of.

She made a phone call.

"Teacher, it's me, do you have time recently?... Well, there are signs of worsening... Yes, so I want to see you again... Okay, I will go to your place when I come back from Jiangcheng. Thank you, teacher

."

Song Qingyou hung up the phone, adjusted her breathing, and then walked out of the tea room.

Song Chang was waiting on the top floor. When he saw Song Qingyou coming out, he stepped forward and said, "Mr. Fu, has he gone back?"

Song Qingyou paused, said "hmm", and then said: "Notify all departments to have a meeting at three o'clock in the afternoon."

Song Chang: "Okay."

The sun sets in the west and the north wind gets colder at night.

Song Qingyou was busy until about eleven o'clock. When she came out of the Song Building, she checked her phone and found no message or call.

Her expression was cold, and Song Chang didn't dare to ask any more questions.

We drove the car smoothly all the way back to Yalin Villa.

Song Qingyou stood at the door of the villa. The usually brightly lit villa was dark tonight.

She pushed the door open silently and walked around the villa without finding Fu Wenzhou.

Song Qingyou tightened her fingers and sat motionless on the sofa.

Ten minutes later, she dialed Fu Wenzhou with a cold face.

When the last call came, there was no one to answer it.

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night.

vip box.

"Gu Bai! What the hell did you come up with? Let me bear it for a while and wait for her to hit the second one. Wait for your mother! I told you she won't hit the second one!" Fu Wenzhou's body was hidden behind her.

In the darkness, his face looked gloomy and ugly.

Gu Bai said awkwardly: "My ex-girlfriend always bombarded me when she called me. Who knew your Song Qingyou would only call me one? Why don't you call me back?"

Xu Zezhan took a leisurely sip of wine and said, "What are you yelling at Gu Bai? Just go back."

Fu Wenzhou's face was sullen, his cold and hard jawline seemed to scream deathly cold anger, and his eyes were as scarlet as wild beasts.

After a while, he covered his face and said in a bitter voice: "Forget it, she won't even give me a second call, so there's no point in me going back."

Shen Guannan glanced at Fu Wenzhou. Not long after he returned home, he seldom gathered with them. When he saw this, he asked Xu Zezhan: "Is he usually like this?"

Xu Zezhan shrugged: "We are all used to it, and you should get used to it as soon as possible. In the future, this kind of drama of dragging brothers out to vent their anger after being emotionally hurt will happen often."

Shen Guannan: "..."

"Ahem!" He covered his lips and coughed dryly, "Actually, I don't think there is anything wrong with Song Qingyou's approach. In business, finding partners is not based on relationships. After all, it is a company, not a husband and wife industry. And isn't sex yours?

What's the difference between her looking for Sy and looking for Mr. Fu? Aren't they both you?"

Shen Guannan's tone sounded a little confused, and he didn't understand why Fu Wenzhou insisted on competing on this issue.

Fu Wenzhou leaned lazily on the sofa, his narrow eyes full of gloom: "She doesn't even know that sy is mine."

In other words, as long as sy is sy, it can be replaced by anyone.

But the Fu family belongs to him, to Fu Wenzhou, and Fu Wenzhou will never be chosen.

Xu Zezhan snorted, "Idiot."

Fu Wenzhou's face suddenly turned cold, "Xu Zezhan, who the hell are you scolding?"

"I scold you." Xu Zezhan lit a cigarette, "You are jealous of yourself, aren't you a fool?"

"..." Fu Wenzhou didn't bother to tell them that this was not the same thing at all.

These people don’t know anything about anything!

He took a sullen gulp of wine and became addicted to cigarettes. Now he was angry and ignored Song Qingyou's explanation. He asked Xu Zezhan for a cigarette and bit his lips.

Shen Guannan smiled, and when he caught a glimpse of a white figure from the corner of his eye, his expression paused.

It wasn't until I saw the girl holding the wine tray that I was sure it wasn't Song Qingyou, but someone else.
Chapter completed!