The moonlight is hazy and the shadows of the trees are dancing.

In the car.

Fu Wenzhou held Song Qingyou's slender waist, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What did you say to the old man from the Xu family?"

Song Qingyou looked sideways at him with a smile in her eyes: "You want to know?"

"Yeah." Fu Wenzhou rubbed his palms and pinched the soft flesh, feeling that it felt quite good.

Song Qingyou's lips curled up: "Secret."

Fu Wenzhou raised his sword eyebrows and used some force on Song Qingyou's waist with his big hand. Song Qingyou subconsciously hid for a moment, but did not move away. He said in a soft voice: "It's itchy, stop pinching it."

Fu Wenzhou still didn't let go of his hand, but his strength decreased a lot, and he started to knead and play with it carefully as before.

"Mr. Xu is not easy to fool, but you can actually persuade him." Fu Wenzhou asked in a low voice: "Why are you helping Xu Zezhan?"

Song Qingyou said: "Isn't he your friend?"

"Huh?" Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes and his voice became deeper.

Song Qingyou turned back to look at him: "He is your friend, so he is also my friend? It's just a favor between friends, it's nothing important. Besides, this is also an opportunity to make good friends with Mr. Xu. I will have the opportunity to cooperate with Yun Rui in the future.

The old man can always see some thin noodles."

Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple tightened and his back straightened: "Youyou, did you go to help him because of me?"

Song Qingyou: "Well, what's wrong?"

Fu Wenzhou hugged Song Qingyou into his arms, as if he wanted to rub the person into his body, and said in a low voice: "Youyou, I know that Xu Zezhan is worth your trouble. Sure enough, you did it because of Aiwu and Wucai Gang

He is so busy. Youyou, you are so kind, I love you so much."

Song Qingyou was rarely silent and didn't know what to say for a moment.

She patted Fu Wenzhou's back gently and smiled helplessly: "Fu Wenzhou, why do you want to be jealous of your brother?"

Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly: "Liang Muchuan is also my brother, doesn't he just care about you? Damn it, you are so good, why shouldn't I be careful?"

"Okay, okay, be careful." Song Qingyou couldn't do anything to him, so she simply coaxed him to come.

Fu Wenzhou was so happy that he couldn't bring back the grin on his lips, so he said while the iron was hot: "Youyou, can I go back to the house to sleep tonight?"

Song Qingyou's expression changed and she struggled out of his arms, "No."

Fu Wenzhou suddenly fainted, "But..."

"If there is no but, if it doesn't work, it won't work." Song Qingyou said decisively.

Fu Nan, who was driving in front, glanced in the rearview mirror and spent a lot of effort not to laugh out loud.

When passing by a dessert shop, Fu Wenzhou suddenly said: "Stop the car."

Song Qingyou asked: "What's wrong?"

Fu Wenzhou kissed Song Qingyou's eyelids: "Wait for me in the car."

After saying that, he turned to Funan and said, "Stop on the side of the road."

"I understand, Mr. Fu." The person in front of me replied respectfully and slowly stopped the car at the intersection.

Song Qingyou held up her shawl, her black hair was like ink holding down her dark cheongsam, and her plain white hands blocked the slowly rising car window.

Fortunately, the driver noticed it in time and pressed pause, otherwise these fair and delicate hands would have been disfigured today.

Fu Wenzhou frowned imperceptibly, with a serious look and a nervous look on his face: "What are you doing blocking the glass? What are you going to do with your hands!"

Song Qingyou coughed a few times, and her curled eyelashes were covered with a layer of water mist due to the cough: "Look... you don't want to be separated by glass."

Her eyes are clear and bright, slightly curly, and are very beautiful eyes.

When you focus on looking at people, you have a charming and charming look.

Fu Wenzhou stared blankly at those eyes, and a sense of pleasure gradually rose in his heart due to her words.

"Then you can't block it directly with your hands. What should I do if I get hurt?"

Song Qingyou played with the string of beads on her wrist, with a smile on her face: "It doesn't matter."

There was only the sound of beads being rubbed around.

With the cool breeze blowing on his face, Song Qingyou urged him to go quickly. After Fu Wenzhou walked away, he started coughing again.

The sick and weak Fuliu cannot bear the slightest bit of wind and cold.

Song Qingyou slowly raised her eyelids: "Fu Nan."

There was silence in the car, and Song Qingyou smelled the intoxicating and cold smell of tobacco again. It was clear and cold at first, but after a long time, it felt lingering and intoxicating.

Her amount of exercise today was seriously over the limit, and now she had some time to breathe, holding her chest and breathing softly.

The space inside the car is actually very large, and there is quite a distance between me and Fu Nan in the front row.

Fu Nan turned around and felt that his wife's aura was too strong to be ignored. Her whole body was cold and cold, making it difficult to approach her.

I don’t know what method Mr. Fu used to pluck these holy snow lotuses from the iceberg and bring them into the world.

Song Qingyou sat there with her eyes slightly closed, exuding a lazy and cold temperament, and carelessly flicked the escaping beads with her fingertips.

Song Qingyou wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief and smiled: "You are all with Fu Wenzhou, so who did he ask to escort Yun Nian?"

"cough!"

The one who coughed was not Song Qingyou, but Fu Nan.

The careless words caused cold sweat to break out on Fu Nan's back.

Why did Madam suddenly ask about this?

What does she mean?

Why should I ask him this kind of question? Should I say it or not?

If you tell me, you are betraying Mr. Fu, but if you don't say it, you will probably offend Madam more seriously than betraying Mr. Fu!

Funan thought for a while, weighed it up, and finally said in a deep voice: "It's Uncle Kang, his full name is Fu Kang, and he is the young master's right-hand man. The previous recovery of the Fu family was thanks to Uncle Kang's dealings with the people of the Fu family outside. In the past,

When the young master was doing black boxing abroad,

It was Uncle Kang who secretly protected you. Before your father died, Uncle Kang asked people in prison to beat him to death and throw him into a mass grave. This matter has nothing to do with me, madam. It was all done by the young master and Uncle Kang. Fu Bei and I

I only found out about it later.”

Song Qingyou said one word, and Fu Nan handed over all his big moves.

There was no other way. Fu Nan felt deeply that from now on, the wife would be the one to make the final decision in this family, and Mr. Fu would have to listen to the wife, so it would be better for them as subordinates to surrender to the city as soon as possible.

Maybe in the future, my wife will give him a promotion because of how honest and loyal he is.

Fu Nan circled his head three times, thinking about how he would get promoted and make a fortune in the future.

Song Qingyou didn't even raise her eyelids, she folded the handkerchief with her thin white fingers, she was docile and well-behaved, her voice was soft: "So that's it, can I see Uncle Kang when he comes back?"

Fu Nan was a little embarrassed: "Madam, Uncle Kang only listens to the young master's words... Anyway, I will tell him when the time comes, but it's hard to meet Uncle Kang who is like a dragon but never sees its end."

"Well, thank you." Song Qingyou said softly.

Fu Nan didn't dare to let Song Qingyou express his thanks, and said hurriedly: "Madam, you are serious. This is what we should do as subordinates. If you say thank you, aren't you hurting us?"

Fu Wenzhou, who returned from the dessert shop, didn't know that his subordinate had already recognized another owner. He got into the car with two cans of colorful candies, moved to Song Qingyou's side, got very close, and said excitedly: "Youyou, this

I've tasted the sugar, it's very sweet, as sweet as you."

Song Qingyou looked at the jar in his hand: "Don't you still have some at home?"

Fu Wenzhou shook his head: "This one is sweeter. It won't be bitter if you drink the medicine and eat a candy."

Song Qingyou was stunned. Fu Wenzhou used to buy her many kinds of candies, too many to count. He would taste each one himself first, and he would give it to her whichever one was the sweetest and not too greasy.

Song Qingyou's home in Wutong Apartment displays most of all kinds of candy jars.

She doesn't have any collecting habits, but she is reluctant to throw them away every time she eats them.

"Youyou?"

Fu Wenzhou called her: "What are you thinking about?"

Pulling Song Qingyou back from the memories, holding the candy jar in his hand, Song Qingyou raised her eyes and looked at him, not knowing why she suddenly wanted to ask him a question.

"Fu Wenzhou."

"Um?"
Chapter completed!