In the room, Song Qingyou reached out and turned on the light, and the room suddenly became as bright as day.

Fu Wenzhou stuck behind her like a large dog. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of the stains on her clothes. He frowned and grabbed Song Qingyou's wrist: "Why are the clothes dirty? What happened?"

Fu Wenzhou knew that Song Qingyou always loved to be clean, and would immediately wipe it off with a handkerchief even if there was a little dust on her clothes.

He stared at her closely. If nothing had happened, Song Qingyou would not have noticed that there were so many stains on her dress.

In fact, Song Qingyou did forget.

My mind was in chaos, more confused than uncomfortable.

She was stunned for a moment, then slowly smiled and said, "I guess I got it accidentally. I'm going to take a shower and change clothes."

Fu Wenzhou didn't let go, his eyes were firmly locked on hers.

Song Qingyou handed the cat to him: "Change your clothes and come out to tell you."

Fu Wenzhou looked at her silently and slowly released his hand that was holding her.

After closing the bathroom door, Fu Wenzhou went downstairs, settled down Chow Chow, and then made a call to the prison.

His voice was cold: "Send me the video of Song Yuan's prison visit today."

He hung up very quickly, and his movements there were also very fast.

Not long after, Fu Wenzhou received an anonymous email on his cell phone.

Fu Wenzhou clicked on the video attached to the email, his face becoming increasingly gloomy.

"Song Qingyou, the truth is that Song Ning, your mother abandoned you. After she gave birth to you, she left you as a baby in the delivery room and ran away! And your grandfather Song Zhi, do you think he loves you? I

Let me tell you, in fact, he hates you so much! Song Zhi feels that if it weren’t for you, Song Ning would not have died. I saw with my own eyes his hands on your neck."

"Just like this, you were almost strangled to death on that snowy winter night! If I hadn't stopped you, do you think you could survive to this day? Of course, I didn't save you because of my father's love, but because you were alive, I

Only then can I use you to get the Song family's equity, otherwise if you die, I will completely become someone who has nothing to do with the Song family."

"Song Qingyou, your revenge all along is a joke, hahaha... Take back the Song family, avenge your mother and grandfather who you thought were dead, and try every possible means to kill me. In the end, no one you love loves you back."

"No one in this world loves you at all. You are destined to be an orphan and an abandoned baby in this life, and you will never get a trace of love!"

"Song Qingyou, you are trash that no one wants!"

Fu Wenzhou's black eyes surged, hiding a strong bloodlust and hostility, his veins popped out, and he roared in a low voice: "Song Yuan!"

There was murderous intent in the huge study room, and Fu Wenzhou made a phone call.

His face was black and dripping with ink, like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month mixed with ice particles blowing at him, sending chills down one's spine.

"Before the end of tomorrow, I want to see the news that Song Yuan died in a mass grave on the outskirts of the city."

Outside the window, there was a violent storm, lightning and thunder, and the rain hit the glass window, making a rustling sound.

There was peace and quiet inside the house.

When Song Qingyou came out of the bathroom, Fu Wenzhou was sitting by the bed, flipping through her medical books. When he heard the movement, he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Song Qingyou wiped her hair and went over, letting Fu Wenzhou push her down and sit down on the edge of the bed, and then ruffled her hair with his big hands.

Fu Wenzhou skillfully helped her dry her hair. His fingertips were lingering in her hair and he couldn't bear to leave. However, Song Qingyou reminded her, "My hair will be damaged if I continue to blow dry it."

Fu Wenzhou closed the hair dryer and hummed: "My technology is so good, how can I blow your hair."

Song Qingyou could not do anything. One of them, Fu Wenzhou was indeed talented in serving her.

Housework, cooking, as long as it is about her, he seems to be able to take it in person, and he is better than the maid at home.

Even better than Song Qinggou.

Individuals like to enjoy.

Without doing it by herself, Song Qingyou can't avoid the laziness's bad habit. She was taken care of by Fu Wenzhou. She naturally enjoyed it.

Fu Wenzhou got up and put the water fan, then walked in front of Song Qingyou, opened his hands.

The thin lips are slightly raised, and there is a smile with nothing: "Song Qingyou, come over to hug."

Song Qingyou looked up at him. The men's eyes seemed to be full of love of love, which was irresistible, and couldn't help but indulge in it.

At this moment, the desire to stick to this man's skin reached its peak.

Song Qingyou rushed up and hugged him without hesitation, his eyes were slightly sour, as if the emotion that suppressed the day today finally found an exit.

Fu Wenzhou patted her back gently, her eyes were gentle, and the deep affection of her eyes did not cover up.

"Song Qingyou."

"Um?"

"I love you."

"I know." Song Qingyou said softly.

Fu Wenzhou's big palm is in her back, her voice is low: "I love you, and I will always love you forever."

Song Qingyou's face was a little red: "Why do you say this suddenly."

"Because I want to tell you." Fu Wenzhou said: "No one will love you more than Fu Wenzhou, so it doesn't matter if someone else's little love is."

Song Qingyou stunned for a moment, her fingertips were slightly tight, and her eyes slowly closed their eyes: "Hmm."

This is a hug that is simple but powerful, which gives Song Qingyou's unprecedented sense of security.

Let her start from birth, and the floating heart finally found the fall.

In her heart, Fu Wenzhou re -surrounded it with love, and sew it a little bit with love.

For more than two decades, it hid in the dark corner and couldn't dare to see the sky. Now, a bouquet of light passes through the heavy fog, which illuminates the desert that is not rich and lonely.

Fu Wenzhou felt that his chest was wet, and his heart was flustered. He crossed Song Qingyou's face and his voice was low and eager: "How about crying?"

Song Qingyou wiped his tears with a smile: "Fu Wenzhou, do you know, my body is not good, drinking those difficult Chinese medicines every day to hang the life to get revenge for my mother and grandfather.

The belief of living is to regain everything of the Song family and discuss my mother and grandfather a fairness. But today ... Song Yuan told me today that all this is fake. "

Song Qingyou's heart is full of grievances and sadness.

How can I not be wronged, how can I not be sad?

She was not made by iron. She always believed that Song Ning and Song Zhi loved herself. Someone in this family loved her, but they would choose to leave her one by one for the reason why they had a last resort.

Before I saw Fu Wenzhou, Song Qingyou thought that it was nothing. Maybe Song Yuan said it was false.

Or, even if Song Yuan is true, it is normal for Song Nong to have her own choice. Song Yuan is not good for her, so she will just escape if she just finish the danger of life.

The grandfather lost his only daughter. If it wasn't for her, Song Ning would not be difficult to give birth, so Song Zhi wanted to kill her.

There is nothing wrong with their choices.

Song Qingyou comforts himself like this.

She thought, there was nothing sad, and she and Song Ning didn't have much feelings. Her grandfather once loved her.

Song Qingyou always thought so before getting this hug.

But she was wrong. It turned out that people were emotional animals. She would be sad, injured, and she would be wronged.

It was just that she was used to suppressing emotions, and in front of Fu Wenzhou, she could be herself, and she didn't need to care so much. She could cry and cry.

Because she knew that Fu Wenzhou would never leave her, he would not leave her like her mother, like her grandfather, like her favorite nanny aunt when she was a child.

He will always be by her side.
Chapter completed!