It was pouring rain outside. Song Qingyou's car was parked at the intersection and she had to walk a certain distance. The oil-paper umbrella in her hand could not hold two people.

Fu Wenzhou simply spread his coat over Song Qingyou and moved his umbrella towards her, barely keeping her from getting wet.

Fu Wenzhou knew that Song Qingyou could drive. He once called her in the middle of the night after drinking too much. At that time, she drove here by herself. It was also the time when he kissed her at the intersection and was photographed and even went to bed the next day.

Headlines.

Song Qingyou was so angry that she ignored him for a month.

While waiting at the traffic light, Song Qingyou glanced sideways at him and saw the man's lips curled up into a sly smile.

She raised her eyebrows slightly: "Chen Chuan is still being treated in the hospital, but you can still laugh."

Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly when he heard this, with an attitude of being generous: "It would be best if he died."

Song Qingyou felt some pain in her temples, and said helplessly: "Kyoto is cracking down hard this year, and several people have stepped down. I heard that Uncle Liang Muchuan has also been in some trouble recently..."

"Uncle Liang Jingkang was just under routine investigation, so there should be nothing wrong with him," Fu Wenzhou said.

After the light turned green, Song Qingyou started the car, "It's just the 15th day of the lunar month, and the authorities have issued several new policies and investigated a large number of people. It's better not to cause trouble during this period. If Chen Chuan dies, there's no guarantee that you won't

Was re-arraigned."

Fu Wenzhou lowered his eyebrows and said in a calm voice, "He can't die."

He naturally knew who he was stabbing, and it was only after he stabbed Chen Chuan a second time that he died on the spot.

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Qingyou's cell phone rang.

She called Fu Wenzhou: "Help me pick him up."

Fu Wenzhou reached out and took out her cell phone from her coat and pressed speakerphone.

"Miss."

"Um?"

Song Chang said: "Chen Chuan has woken up, and the police are standing outside. They don't know yet that he has woken up. Fu Nan and Fu Bei went in disguised as medical staff. What should we do now?"

Song Qingyou's voice was slightly cold: "Tell him, if you still want Chen Li to live, keep your mouth shut."

Song Chang: "Okay. But can he believe it?"

Fu Wenzhou sneered: "Does he dare not believe it?"

Song Chang said in surprise: "Mr. Fu? Are you back from the police station?"

"Yeah." Fu Wenzhou responded lazily.

Song Qingyou glanced at him and continued: "He will believe it."

Chen Li has been in prison for more than five years and will be released in one year. Chen Chuan will not joke with his brother's life at this time.

Song Chang said hello and hung up the phone.

Song Qingyou drove directly back to Yalin Villa. Looking at Fu Wenzhou's bandaged hands, she felt mixed emotions.

It seemed like he was always hurt when he was with her.

Song Qingyou pressed the code to open the door.

"Welcome back to the home of Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou."

The familiar mechanical sound sounded, and Song Qingyou was startled: "When did you do it?"

"This morning, after you went to work." Fu Wenzhou sounded a little proud.

Song Qingyou's lips curled up slightly. She actually liked the sound of unlocking the door.

After opening the door and going in, Song Qingyou went back to the room to change clothes. She took off only her thin shirt. When she unbuttoned the third button, she heard the sound of the door being opened and closed.

A hand touched Song Qingyou's chest from behind. Song Qingyou's whole body felt like an electric shock, and even the faint smell of tobacco smelled on the tip of his nose seemed to be ambiguous.

Fu Wenzhou rubbed the back of her neck: "Do you know how scared I am today?"

What if he is not here today?

If that knife stabbed her, Fu Wenzhou didn't dare to think deeply about it.

Song Qingyou's breathing was a little disordered, and for the first time she took the initiative to compromise: "How about you let Fu Nan follow me."

Fu Wenzhou frowned: "No."

Song Qingyou: "?"

Could it be that he didn’t mean what he said so much and that he understood it wrong?

I heard the man's deep voice in my ear and spoke again.

"I follow you."

"..."

Song Qingyou said speechlessly: "You don't have to go to the company anymore? How can a couple be together 24 hours a day?"

Fu Wenzhou was pitiful and matter-of-fact: "I wish I had 25 hours a day."

Song Qingyou turned around and touched Fu Wenzhou's earrings: "Uncle Chang is getting older. After this period of work, I want him to take good care of himself. He often looks at his mobile phone recently. On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, he even dressed up and went out. It should be

I’m going to see Aunt Liu.”

"Aunt Liu?" Fu Wenzhou squinted, enjoying the feeling of Song Qingyou touching him.

Song Qingyou raised her eyes and glared at him: "Don't you know about your aunt?"

She was surprised. Although the servants at home did not live with them, they still came to clean during the day. Why didn't Fu Wenzhou even recognize his aunt?

Only then did Fu Wenzhou remember that there was indeed such a person: "Can you even see that?"

Song Qingyou pursed her lips: "Only you can't see it."

Fu Wenzhou held her waist, his nose moved back and forth against Song Qingyou's ear, and his voice was hoarse: "So?"

"So if I want to train someone to follow me in advance, I have to find someone I can trust." Song Qingyou was tickled by him and stretched out her hand to push him: "Haven't Fu Nan and Fu Bei been following you since they were little?"

Fu Wenzhou still didn't want other men to protect Song Qingyou. He could only look after his baby, "I..."

"Fu Wenzhou." Song Qingyou stood up on tiptoes and kissed him on the lips, and deliberately licked him with the tip of her tongue when leaving: "Are you obedient?"

The corners of her eyes were slightly curved, her eyes were moving, and she was charming and charming.

Fu Wenzhou suddenly felt a little distracted. When he felt the delicate tender meat moving on his body, he was so moved that he lost all his soul and his whole body felt a little dazed, as if what was teasing him was not Song Qingyou's fingertips, but a burning ball.

Complete desire.

"Listen, I listen to everything." Fu Wenzhou's voice was hoarse. He felt that he was just a fool at this moment. Not to mention such a small request, even if Song Qingyou wanted to pick the stars in the sky, he would be willing to pick them for her.

The corners of Song Qingyou's lips curled up slightly. She seemed to have suddenly found a way to communicate effectively with Fu Wenzhou?

In order to test, Song Qingyou deliberately hooked his neck, stood up on tiptoes and placed a thin and dense kiss on his Adam's apple. She could clearly feel that the other person froze and was breathing slightly.

As the tip of his tongue rolled over the bump, Fu Wenzhou's patience reached its limit, and he hugged Song Qingyou impatiently, his voice hoarse due to the heat: "Sister, let's give it a try, let's try what we said during the day, okay?"

Song Qingyou was startled, and her earlobes felt warm. Of course she still remembered what she said during the day.

The man's body was extremely hot, and he groaned unbearably against her.

Song Qingyou felt that she had gone too far. She wanted to evacuate but she couldn't help it. Fu Wenzhou picked her up and put her on the bed.
Chapter completed!