Song Qingyou turned off the light and was about to close her eyes.

In the darkness, Fu Wenzhou propped up his chin, his eyes burning: "Youyou, what did you just call me?"

I've been asking this all night and it's killing me.

Song Qingyou silently pulled the quilt to cover her head: "Nothing, sleep."

Fu Wenzhou pulled down the quilt, turned over and knelt on both sides of Song Qingyou, sandwiching her in the middle. He bent down and held her face: "Who am I to you?"

Song Qingyou replied: "Boyfriend."

Fu Wenzhou asked again: "How many months until Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou get married?"

Song Qingyou said: "Four months."

Fu Wenzhou followed suit and asked: "What will I be to you then?"

Song Qingyou said good-naturedly: "Mate."

"What else?" Fu Wenzhou's tone was a little impatient.

Song Qingyou said "Huh": "Love?"

"Wrong!" Fu Wenzhou lowered his head and kissed her on the red mouth: "We are husband and wife."

Song Qingyou nodded.

Fu Wenzhou stroked her hair with his big palm, and his voice was especially sexy and seductive in the night: "What should we call a couple?"

Song Qingyou blinked, wondering whether to grant his wish.

Fu Wenzhou was very patient and seemed to not give up until she got an answer.

A hint of cunning flashed in Song Qingyou's eyes, and she smiled: "I'm calling you a partner."

"..." Fu Wenzhou was obviously dissatisfied with this answer, and continued to ask unwillingly: "How come we are partners, Youyou, are you doing this on purpose?"

"Yes." Song Qingyou said frankly: "Fu Wenzhou, have you forgotten something?"

Fu Wenzhou frowned and said, "What?"

Song Qingyou smiled again: "Go to the guest bedroom and sleep."

Fu Wenzhou paused, gritted his teeth and said, "It's only three days, can't you be accommodating?"

"No." Song Qingyou: "Who told you not to have a long memory?"

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were deep and his tone was plaintive: "It's okay to sleep in the guest bedroom. Even my husband is limited. Sister, you are so cruel."

Song Qingyou hesitated for two seconds: "But..."

"Kiss me, kiss me for ten minutes." Fu Wenzhou said, "This is compensation."

Song Qingyou glared at him: "You only think about these things, right? No kiss."

Fu Wenzhou fixed her arms above her head, bent down and kissed her lips: "Sister, please be more proactive. Otherwise, when the day of intercourse comes next month, if I am not satisfied with my usual desires, my bestiality will come out and I will kill you."

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The thin lips pressed softly, and Fu Wenzhou's eyes revealed a smile of success.

Song Qingyou's cheeks were red, and she kissed Fu Wenzhou without any clue whether out of embarrassment or annoyance.

Fu Wenzhou asked her to take the initiative, but he really didn't move at all. He knelt there obediently and waited for his fairy to kiss the mortal world.

That night, Fu Wenzhou still didn't sleep on the sofa. After Song Qingyou fell asleep, he casually took a blanket and curled up in the small space at her door. When it was almost dawn, he left with the blanket and messed up the bed in the guest bedroom.

Create the illusion that someone has slept with you.

The next day Song Qingyou woke up and went to find Fu Wenzhou, only to find that he was not in the kitchen, but sitting on the sofa in the living room. There was a mobile phone on the coffee table in front of him, which was placed vertically on a stand.

Song Qingyou had just woken up and her consciousness was still a little blurry. She took a sip of the hot milk that Fu Wenzhou had placed on the dining table and asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

There was a hint of coquettishness in her tone that she didn't even notice. Fu Wenzhou looked at her with a smile on his face: "Meeting, overseas meeting."

Song Qingyou paused in her steps and almost walked into the video screen.

She silently retracted her long legs, returned to her seat at the dining table, drank the milk slowly, and asked him with her eyes when he would finish.

Song Qingyou was a little surprised by Fu Wenzhou's sudden meeting.

After all, she had never seen him doing anything serious all day long, and this was the first time he had a serious meeting.

Song Qingyou thought it was quite strange.

However, she didn't want to influence Fu Wenzhou when he was in a meeting, so she didn't answer any more calls. She walked around the dining table, deliberately avoiding the scope of the mobile phone camera, went to the sink to make a glass of milk, filled a bowl of porridge and stood in the kitchen, planning to take her time.

drink.

However, at this moment, Fu Wenzhou called out without warning: "Wife."

The hot porridge in Song Qingyou's hand almost spilled.

Fu Wenzhou pointed to his stomach and said, "Honey, I'm hungry. Can you feed me?"

Song Qingyou's eyelids twitched. She didn't know where he was coming from. It didn't take a guess to know how big an impact his "wife" had on the people on the other side of the video.

Seeing that Song Qingyou remained motionless, Fu Wenzhou began to complain: "Honey, can you bear to have your husband hungry all the time? I spent a lot of energy last night, and I urgently need to replenish energy now."

Song Qingyou's face turned dark and dark. She was worried that there was still a meeting over there, so she didn't dare to say anything. She asked him with her eyes: "Why are you having trouble again?"

Fu Wenzhou pretended not to see it, but he still wanted to say it despite his obvious attitude.

Song Qingyou was afraid of him, so she hurriedly went to the kitchen to serve a bowl of porridge, carefully avoiding the camera, and trying her best to control her body out of the camera.

But when she just put the bowl on the table and motioned to Fu Wenzhou to get it himself, the other party suddenly turned the camera and said with a smile: "Honey, please help me with the meeting. I'm hungry and I want breakfast."

If looks could kill, Fu Wenzhou would have been chopped into pieces by Song Qingyou ten thousand times by now.

Song Qingyou saw her stunned and stupid look reflected on the screen, and in another picture there were more than a dozen people sitting around a long table, all of them looking at her inquiringly while holding back their smiles.

Song Qingyou felt like she was like a monkey in the zoo.

She was already feeling embarrassed in her heart, but her face remained calm: "Good morning, everyone..."

While drinking porridge, Fu Wenzhou pushed a document in front of her and pointed at several places on the document.

Song Qingyou roughly understood what the meeting was about. After listening to other people's opinions, Song Qingyou gave some concluding suggestions.

A blond woman on the other side of the screen started to applaud and said in broken Chinese: "Are you Mr. Fu's wife? She is very beautiful, very beautiful!"

Song Qingyou smiled politely: "Thank you, you are very beautiful too."

Someone boldly joked: "Madam, when will you come to inspect the overseas company?"

"Madam boss, we are all waiting for you."

"..."

Song Qingyou's face turned red when they called her the wife on the left and the landlady on the right. She was thin-skinned, but in the face of their enthusiasm, she still answered seriously: "I will definitely go if I have the chance. I hope you are safe and happy in a foreign country."

Song Qingyou's blessings have always been simple and unpretentious, but it is such simple blessings that hit people's hearts the most.

After the person on the other side of the screen chatted with Song Qingyou for a few more words, Fu Wenzhou couldn't help it anymore. He stretched out his long arm and took the phone over: "It's not over, right? I'm warning you not to covet the beauty of the landlady."

Song Qingyou held her forehead.
Chapter completed!