Fu Wenzhou sat there very properly waiting for Song Qingyou to apply medicine to him.

She said she was not allowed to move, but he really didn't move.

Song Qingyou covered her fingers and gently applied them to his wound. Her thin white and tender hands shook into people's hearts like hooks, and the coldness of the ointment warmed up on his body.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were drooping, and his surging emotions were suppressed by him.

On the one hand, it was the rise of desire and on the other hand, it was the suppression of rationality. He did not dare to let the little god in his heart see his posture, so he could only endure it, restrain himself, and pretend to be a gentleman.

With Song Qingyou saying "Okay." Fu Wenzhou finally ended this self-abuse-based medicine process.

Fu Wenzhou's slender fingers were fiddling with the buttons of his shirt, his movements were careless, his forehead naturally drooped, half covering his dark and narrow eyes, his eyelashes were thick, and his eyes were slightly raised and raised.

Although he has a pair of cold and passionate eyes, he has loved Song Qingyou for more than ten years.

Song Qingyou saw her reflection in the other person's pupils.

During this long and unresponsive process, there seemed to be no one around Fu Wenzhou, and the person who pretended to be in front of her was always her.

Song Qingyou was slightly swaying. Sometimes she also wondered, can the throbbing of her youth really make a person pursue it for so many years?

Is Fu Wenzhou love her or is unwilling to accept her?

If she hadn't married Fu Tingshen at the beginning, there wouldn't be much of a relationship between them. If she hadn't been sick, she could have lived longer. Maybe she would have tried it with Fu Wenzhou.

But there is no if in the world.

Fu Wenzhou spoke in a hoarse voice and lazily: "Put the porridge here first, I have something to do in the past two days."

Song Qingyou was stunned and asked subconsciously: "What can you do?"

"..." Fu Wenzhou stared at her with a faint look: "Youyou, it is necessary to explain to you that your future husband is not a idle second-generation ancestor."

Because of her subconscious reaction, Song Qingyou didn't notice his "future husband" for a moment: "Sorry, I just think you are really idle."

After all, the person who came to find her every few days couldn't tell how busy she was.

Fu Wenzhou held his breath for a few seconds, sneered and left.

Song Qingyou was in a daze for two minutes, but she didn't understand where he was angry again.

The monkey seized the opportunity to get out of the crack in the door and ran to Song Qingyou's legs and rubbed gently.

Song Qingyou bent down and carried the porridge into her arms, rubbed its little head, and a gentle smile in her eyes: "Why is your master always angry?"

“Meow~”

Two days later, the Ruan family held a charity dinner in the capital.

On the day of the dinner, many reporters gathered at Ruan's doorstep. The charity auction set up at this dinner attracted much attention because it is said that the finale was a cheongsam sewn by Lin Qingshan for many years and was called the national player Lin Qingshan, which was made of the traditional intangible cultural heritage technique.

The process is complicated, and one needle is worth a thousand gold.

Mr. Lin’s work that has come out after many years has attracted many celebrities to come.

Song Chang got out of the car first, then walked to the back, bent down and opened the car door.

Song Qingyou got off the car, her fair and well-proportioned calves were particularly conspicuous. She wore a simple and elegant cheongsam today and wore a shawl of the same color, which made her skin look like snow.

The exquisite little standing collar holds up Song Qingyou's fair and fragile swan neck, and her seaweed-like long hair is tied up with only a wooden hairpin. Her eyes are like spring, and her figure is graceful. She obviously does not wear any jewelry, but she is still beautiful and attractive.

Not only the people gathered at the door, but even the rows of reporters were attracted. It was not until the woman's style disappeared from their sight that she suddenly realized that this was the youngest daughter of the Song family who had just divorced.

The reporters immediately felt sorry for missing a big news. Originally, they couldn't get in here and couldn't take pictures of the interior of the dinner. They thought about guarding the door and squatting down at the divorce of Song Fu, which had been causing a lot of trouble recently, but they didn't expect that they were all confused by their beauty and even forgot to take photos.

Just when they were upset, a sudden movement came from afar.

It turned out that Fu Tingshen and Lin Niaoniao came side by side.

The reporters did not dare to miss the front page of tomorrow again, and rushed over.

Lin Niaoniao held Fu Tingshen's arm and smiled with a proud look on her face. When facing the reporter's question, she looked at Fu Tingshen shyly: "Yes, the wedding date between Tingshen and I will be scheduled for the third day of next month. Well, the wedding venues are all for Tingshen. I am pregnant now, Tingshen is reluctant to let me work on these things."

Fu Tingshen showed displeasure and reached out to push away the reporter: "We are going in, let it go."

Before Lin Niaoniao could show off her enough, she pulled Fu Tingshen to show off her affection before she took him in.

After leaving the crowded crowd, Fu Tingshen frowned and said, "Don't spread the word about our marriage everywhere."

He just divorced Song Qingyou and was about to marry Lin Niaoniao. The rumors outside have not stopped recently, but Lin Niaoniao always likes to show off everywhere, which made Fu Tingshen very upset by the reporters who blocked the door.

Lin Niaoniao was slightly stunned, her eyes were full of injuries: "I'm sorry, I'm just so happy. Tingshen, you know, I've been waiting for this day for so many years. I thought you would be as happy as me. It seems that I was wrong."

Fu Ting took a deep breath: "Niao Niao, our relationship does not need to be witnessed by others. Don't you know how I have been to you over the years?"

Lin Niaoniao knew the degree of "doing" in front of Fu Tingshen, and nodded obediently after hearing this: "I know Tingshen."

"I'm so good." Fu Tingshen printed a kiss on Lin Niao's lips.

Unlike the silence in the courtyard, crossing the corridor, there was a lot of people.

Fu Tingshen almost saw Song Qingyou chatting with people in the distance.

She was wearing a plain white cheongsam, her eyes were slightly drooping, and her facial features were faint. Suddenly, her lips were bent, and in an instant, it seemed like the spring breeze was blowing.

Fu Tingshen's dark eyes were dark, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

Lin Niaoniao looked at him with his eyes and was immediately furious. Her eyes were full of jealous hatred, but she forced a smile on her face: "Tingshen, what are you looking at?"
Chapter completed!