Two people, one sitting and one standing.

Song Qingyou was condescending, her chest heaving with anger, "Why are you always so impulsive?"

Fu Wenzhou pursed his lips and didn't speak for a while. He smiled bitterly: "So you hate me?"

Seeing his disappointed and uncomfortable expression, Song Qingyou couldn't bear it, and finally raised her hand to touch his cheek: "I don't hate it, but you promised me to listen to my words, but you didn't do it, and you also learned to lie to me.

So there needs to be punishment."

Fu Wenzhou said hurriedly: "I can accept any punishment, as long as you don't be angry with me."

Song Qingyou slowly lowered her palm, pinched the man's chin, and said in a cold voice: "Don't you believe in Buddhism? Starting tomorrow, you will hand-copy Buddhist scriptures for me until your leg is healed."

Fu Wenzhou's eyelids twitched fiercely, and he tried hard to fight for himself: "It will take two months for my leg injury to heal. I..."

"Why are you anxious?" Song Qingyou said calmly: "I haven't finished speaking yet."

Fu Wenzhou thought there was room for change, and his eyes were flattering.

Whoever wants to copy Buddhist scriptures should do so! He doesn’t want to copy them anyway.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingyou then said: "The purpose of copying Buddhist scriptures is to make you meditate. As for you lying - starting from tonight, you will sleep in the guest room for me for a month...a week."

Fu Wenzhou's vision went dark, he felt like the sky was falling, and he looked impatient: "No, I won't sleep in a separate room with you! I will copy Buddhist scriptures. I will copy Buddhist scriptures for a year, even for a lifetime. Anyway, I won't sleep in a separate room with you! It's impossible!

!”

I can't kiss Youyou for a week. What's the difference between this and killing him?

Let alone seven days, he couldn't bear it even for one day!

Fu Wenzhou stood up anxiously and tried to discuss with Song Qingyou: "Youyou, I was really wrong. I just didn't want you to be angry. I didn't mean to lie to you. I will tell you everything in the future. Can you punish me in another way? What?

It's fine, as long as we don't sleep in separate rooms, I can't sleep in separate rooms with you."

Song Qingyou said "No need to discuss" and left without looking at Fu Wenzhou.

Fu Wenzhou shot himself in the foot this time. He had no place to express his grievances. When he thought of sleeping in a guest room for a week, Fu Wenzhou frowned and kicked the innocent stool next to him.

Remembering that this stool was still the color that Song Qingyou liked, she hurriedly bent down to pick up the stool and wipe it clean.

That night, Fu Wenzhou slept in the guest room, got up dozens of times throughout the night, and sat on the floor in front of Song Qingyou's door.

I don’t dare to sit for long periods of time for fear of being discovered.

Fortunately, it's spring now, the weather is getting warmer, and Song Qingyou's body is not so afraid of the cold.

Fu Wenzhou comforted himself, and in the middle of the night, he simply took a blanket and fell asleep at Song Qingyou's door.

His biological clock was very early, and he woke up again within three hours of falling asleep. His right leg was injured and he couldn't use much strength. Fu Wenzhou stood up slowly while holding on to the wall, casually dusted off the dust on his clothes, and went downstairs.

Go make breakfast for Song Qingyou.

When Song Qingyou woke up, Fu Wenzhou's breakfast had just been prepared.

Song Qingyou rubbed her sleepy eyes and held two Buddhist scriptures in her hands, "I'll copy these tonight."

Fu Wenzhou had no objection. He took it and put it aside. He picked up Song Qingyou with one hand and put her on the chair. "Copy more, copy two copies. Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Song Qingyou raised her eyes to look at him and decisively refused: "No."

Fu Wenzhou pursed his thin lips tightly. Seeing that there was no way to discuss it, he peeled the egg for Song Qingyou without saying a word, venting his unhappiness on the eggshell.

Song Qingyou said: "Your legs are not healed yet, so leave many things to the servants."

Fu Wenzhou: "No."

Listening to him blocking her with his words, Song Qingyou couldn't help laughing and said: "Child's temper."

Fu Wenzhou threw the eggs into Song Qingyou's bowl and said sternly: "I'm not a child. I'm 22. We can get the certificate in four months. Song Qingyou, don't talk about me all day long."

Song Qingyou nodded lightly: "Okay, no more, Fu Shisui."

Fu Wenzhou: "..."

Song Qingyou touched his head: "The new drug developed by Dingsheng is about to enter the trial stage. I may be busy during this period and will go home late."

Fu Wenzhou frowned when he heard this: "Isn't Yan Shaoqin in charge of Dingsheng?"

Song Qingyou: "He is in charge, but I am the direct leader of the R&D department, so I must have some snacks. This is the first time that China has independently developed a specific drug to treat children's neuroblastoma. If it succeeds, many people in China who cannot afford the drug will

Ordinary families can now afford the cost of drugs, and those children will have more hope of living."

Today's imported drugs are not covered by medical insurance, and the price is too high for some ordinary families. There are countless people who have lost their entire family just to treat a child.

That's why Song Qingyou insisted on setting up a drug research and development department in Dingsheng.

She studied medicine, and the doctor——

Saving lives and healing the wounded is the ability and responsibility given to this profession by God.

Although she once chose to give up for revenge, her original intention has never changed.

Fu Wenzhou scooped a spoonful of porridge to feed her and said in a deep voice, "Do you plan to include the medicine in medical insurance?"

"Yeah." Song Qingyou did have this consideration: "But this needs approval from the Food and Drug Administration, and there will be negotiations at that time. We are still far away from this step. We have to make the medicine first."

Fu Wenzhou pondered for a moment, "What about the cost? Your R&D department is currently the department that spends the most money at Dingsheng, right? So far, nothing has been collected. If this drug is really released, if you include it in medical insurance and cooperate with the state, it means that the profit will be at least

Minus 90%, will Yan Shaoqin agree?"

Song Qingyou choked rarely.

Her R&D department is not only spending money, it is simply burning money.

Since Dingsheng opened this R&D department, its profits have been basically flat, and Yan Shaoqin spent tens of millions of dollars on it himself.

Song Qingyou didn't take much from it either. Fortunately, the Yan and Song families have been together for centuries and have a strong family background. The amount of money invested so far is not so bad that it can't be done.

Song Qingyou coughed lightly and swallowed the porridge that Fu Wenzhou brought to her mouth to cool it: "As long as Dingsheng's accounts are balanced, Yan Shaoqin will have no objections."

Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes slightly: "Yan Shaoqin wouldn't be so kind. What conditions did you agree to him?"

Song Qingyou was slightly startled and her eyes were filled with surprise.

Fu Wenzhou said coolly: "Youyou, I just don't have a good brain when facing you. It doesn't mean that my brain is really bad."

"..."

Of course she knew that Fu Wenzhou had a good mind.

How could someone be so simple-minded that he could reorganize the Fu family into a mess and become the head of the Fu family in two years, and sweep all the relatives out of the Fu family.

Sometimes Song Qingyou even thinks that her methods are not as ruthless as Fu Wenzhou's.

She doesn't like to do things right, but Fu Wenzhou is different.

Fu Wenzhou will definitely get rid of the roots if he cuts the grass.

Song Qingyou coughed awkwardly: "I signed a gambling agreement with him."

"Betting agreement?!"

"Well, if Dingsheng cannot make a profit of 50% within two years, I will sell his shares at a discount."

"Fuck! I know that Yan Shaoqin is full of evil and dares to take advantage of my wife's shares. I'll break his fucking legs!" Fu Wenzhou was so angry that he stood up, picked up his cane and walked out.
Chapter completed!