The next day, Song Qingyou rarely got up late. When she woke up, it was already past nine o'clock. She couldn't help but frown. She had only been the president of the Song Group for more than half a month and was already late. What did the people under her think?

She put on her clothes as quickly as possible and went to wash up. The shirt she was wearing was not all buttoned up, and the exposed skin was mottled. She suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart, and her white and slender fingertips gently lifted

The marks on the shirt hem were simply too horrible to look at.

Song Qingyou took a deep breath and began to check her long legs under her skirt. She found that the condition on both sides was even worse, and even her ankles were not spared.

All over my body, only my neck is clean.

She supported the bathing table and almost vomited out another mouthful of blood in anger.

She was still too tolerant of Fu Wenzhou. She should have asked him to go to the hospital to have Xiao Zhouzhou mowed yesterday.

Song Qingyou's mood swings were very small in the past. There was basically nothing that made her happy or angry. All her little emotions were given to Fu Wenzhou.

Sometimes even she herself didn't realize that after being with Fu Wenzhou, she actually let go of her emotions a lot.

Although he still has a cool and cold temperament in front of others, he has gained a lot of popularity.

After Song Qingyou washed up and went downstairs, Fu Wenzhou had already prepared breakfast.

Seeing his busy figure going back and forth, he frowned slightly and said, "Your hands are not healed yet, so why are you busying yourself?"

When Fu Wenzhou heard the noise, he turned around and shook his bandaged hand: "No delay, Youyou is here to eat."

Song Qingyou looked at the time and found that it was actually too late. But looking at Fu Wenzhou's expectant eyes, she pursed her lips and walked over to sit down.

Fortunately, Fu Wenzhou took advantage of the time and cooled the porridge to a suitable temperature in advance, so Song Qingyou ate it fairly quickly.

Before leaving, Fu Wenzhou carefully put a scarf on her, wrapping it around and around, leaving only one pair of eyes. Song Qingyou's face lined with velvet texture was even more compact and delicate.

Fu Wenzhou held her face and kissed her forehead: "I will bring you food at noon."

Song Qingyou refused: "No, take this time to recuperate. You can't go into the kitchen again until your hand is healed. The doctor said you shouldn't touch your hands with water."

Fu Wenzhou said nonchalantly: "I already got water from taking a shower last night."

Song Qingyou immediately frowned and pushed his hand away: "I will come back early tonight."

"Um?"

"Help you take a bath."

"!!!" Damn! Is there such a good thing?

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were dark and shiny, "Okay!"

Song Qingyou originally planned to leave, but she didn't know what she thought of. She glanced at him and then hooked her hand: "Bend over and lower your head."

Fu Wenzhou obeyed Song Qingyou's instructions.

Song Qingyou stretched out her hand on his head

After rubbing it several times, his hair seemed to have grown longer again and it felt good in the palm of my hand.

Song Qingyou said: "Go get a haircut."

"Um?"

"Cut it like a wolf's tail."

Fu Wenzhou had no objection to this, "Okay."

Song Qingyou nodded with satisfaction, then turned and left.

The rain stopped today, the sun rarely came out, and the weather looked good.

Song Qingyou felt a little happier and walked to the car. Song Chang and Fu Bei were already waiting there.

"Miss."

"lady."

When the two saw Song Qingyou, they spoke at the same time.

Song Qingyou nodded, Fu Bei opened the car door for her, and she got into the car.

Song Chang glanced at Fu Bei several times. He used to do this by himself, but today he saw Fu Bei as soon as he came. The other person just called Uncle Chang politely, and then he didn't say a word and just stood there in silence.

land.

At first he thought Fu Bei was here to see Mr. Fu, but now it seemed that he was just waiting for Song Qingyou.

Song Chang wanted to ask why there was suddenly an extra person next to Miss Hui, but in the end he didn't say anything. Fortunately, his role as driver was not taken away by anyone. Fu Bei sat in the passenger seat, and Song Chang continued to drive.

All the way to the company, Song Qingyou held a regular meeting and arranged for someone to familiarize Fu Bei with the company environment and several recent projects.

After that, he called Song Chang to go to the office.

As soon as the door closed, Song Chang couldn't help it anymore: "Miss, do you think I'm too old? Or do you think the old man is not as capable as the young people?"

Song Qingyou made a cup of hot tea for Song Chang and said in a calm voice: "Uncle Chang, how could I dislike you? You have watched me grow up since I was a child. In my heart, you are my family."

"Then why did you..."

Song Qingyou sighed softly: "It is precisely because you are my family that I want to take good care of you in your old age. Uncle Chang, you are 60 this year. I don't want you to always follow me around at such an old age. My aunt passed away."

Good morning, Brother Lang also left you early. For so many years, you have been hanging around the Song family, guarding my mother and me."

Song Chang was moved in his heart and said hurriedly: "I have always regarded the young lady as my own daughter, and I am willing to follow you."

Song Qingyou pulled him to sit down, "I know, but I hope you won't work so hard in the future. I want you to enjoy your old age and live a good life with Aunt Liu."

Song Chang was surprised, "Miss, you...you know everything?"

"Well." Song Qingyou nodded slightly: "Uncle Chang, I know you have always longed for a family. Now it is not easy to meet such a person. Aunt Liu has been divorced for many years. You can stay with her peacefully.

You want to live with me, or live outside with Aunt Liu."

Song Chang took a deep look at Song Qingyou. He had watched her grow up, and of course he couldn't bear to leave her. But now that the young lady has Mr. Fu, he can rest assured, "Your Aunt Liu said that she wants to buy a house outside.

"

Song Qingyou smiled: "Have you chosen a good place?"

Song Chang nodded: "It's on West Street, the location is pretty good."

Song Qingyou: "Take me to take a look after get off work later."

Song Chang smiled and said: "Okay."

Song Chang was very interested in looking at the house. He always believed in the young lady's vision. When he learned that she was going, he hurriedly called Liu Rong and asked her to come too.

The three met at the gate of the community.

Fu Beize stood far away, waiting in front of the car.

Liu Rong felt a little embarrassed when she saw Song Qingyou. She was 50 years old, 10 years younger than Song Chang. The two had known each other since the night of the first grade of junior high school. Song Chang was shoveling snow in the yard. Liu Rong came up

The two of them got to know each other as soon as they went back and forth.

How difficult it is for them to meet someone they like at their age. Even though the two have only known each other for half a month, Liu Rong has always identified with Song Chang.

Although this man was much older than her, he was elegant and capable, and Liu Rong really liked him.

Worried that Song Qingyou thought she wanted to take advantage of buying a house, she hurriedly explained: "Madam, Song Chang and I plan to pay half of this house. In the Fu family these years, the young master has paid a lot of salary, and I can't save much."

Less."

Song Chang immediately became unhappy when he heard this: "How can I let you go? I've agreed to buy this house."

Liu Rong was a little shy, but also a little happy with Song Chang's contribution to her: "Oh, I have saved hundreds of thousands, and a down payment is enough."

Song Qingyou glanced around between the two of them, with a slight smile on her face: "Let's go check out the house first."

Liu Rong said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, madam, you come with me."

The house Liu Rong looked at was on the 19th floor and had an elevator, but the area was a bit small, only about 60 square meters.

Song Qingyou turned around and asked the agent who had been introducing them: "Is there anything bigger?"

As soon as the agent saw the person's clothes and appearance, he knew that he must have a noble status. He nodded quickly: "Yes, it's in the community next door. The property and community environment and facilities there are better."

"Go and have a look."

"become."

Several people moved to another community.

The agent directly showed them a large flat, more than 170 square meters, which was more than enough for the two of them. Although it was a second-hand house, the decoration was quite exquisite, and you could move in with just a few bags.

Song Qingyou looked around and thought it was pretty good, so she asked the agent: "How much does it cost?"

The agent said: "The full package is 6.48 million."

Liu Rong was horrified when she heard the price: "Madam, I think it's the same as before."

Song Qingyou patted the back of Liu Rong's hand to comfort her, turned to the intermediary and said, "That's it."

After the contract was signed, Liu Rong was still in trouble. When Song Qingyou paid, she and Song Chang both wanted to stop her. Song Qingyou looked at her and the two of them lowered their heads and stopped talking.

When she came out, Liu Rong said awkwardly: "Madam, I haven't paid any of this money. The landlord should not write my name."

Song Qingyou said warmly: "Aunt Liu, you will be Uncle Chang's wife in the future, and naturally you will also be my elder. It is appropriate for this house to be named after you. There will also be a betrothal gift. I will also give it to you according to customs at your wedding.

If you have any requirements or plans, you can communicate directly with the wedding planner I helped you find."

Liu Rong was so moved, knowing that Song Qingyou meant nothing but her character, that she did not refuse: "Thank you, madam, you... you are so kind. I never thought that I could... still have a wedding."

Song Chang turned his back and wiped away his tears secretly. The young lady only came to see the house in person as she regarded herself as a relative, and the arrangements were meticulous.

The cell phone rings.

Song Qingyou glanced at it and answered: "What's wrong?"

Fu Wenzhou's tone was very serious: "Uncle Liang Muchuan, something happened. Where are you? Can you come back first?"

Song Qingyou frowned: "Liang Jingkang? What happened to him?"

Fu Wenzhou said in a deep voice: "You come back first, Liang Muchuan, Gu Bai and Xu Zezhan are all at home."
Chapter completed!