Coming out of Shen's house, Fu Wenzhou had a smile on his eyes and eyebrows, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Shen Guannan followed him and asked: "Are you so happy? Is the old man really willing to give it to you?"

Fu Wenzhou opened the car door, put his arm casually on the top, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "I agree."

Shen Guannan was really surprised this time: "I talked to the old man for a long time, and he scolded me for turning my elbows outwards and hitting me with an ashtray. How come you are so easy to talk to? What do you want? Did you exchange it with the old man?"

Fu Wenzhou glanced over and said, "When Song Qingyou and I got married, I gave the old man a cup of tea."

"that's all?"

"otherwise?"

Shen Guannan twitched his lips: "If Grandpa Gu and Grandpa Xu find out about this, the old men will start to quarrel again."

The corners of Fu Wenzhou's lips curled up, and he pushed away Shen Guannan's hand that was holding the car window: "How about a toast? I'll toast you each at that time."

Shen Guannan: "...amazing."

"Thank you." Fu Wenzhou turned around and got into the car.

Shen Guannan watched the car leave his sight and turned back to the villa. Before he reached the living room, he heard his grandfather calling someone on the phone, showing off proudly.

"Wen Zhou is getting married this year, and I have to sit in the seat and receive tea from the two juniors... Yes, Wen Zhou just came to my house and said, he also said that I am his biological grandfather... Old man Gu, I have long You said Wenzhou is the closest to me, what? He also promised you? Don’t be jealous of me here, so you are talking nonsense! "

Shen Guannan watched as his grandfather became more and more angry as he spoke, and silently retracted his legs that he had just stepped in, then closed the door and stayed away from the place of right and wrong.

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Song Group.

A silver Masa parked at the door in a flamboyant manner, with the window half-opened. The man placed his hands on the edge of the window, with slightly bulging veins on his arms, a pair of hands that gave him a sense of power.

He held a half-burned cigarette butt between his bony fingers, and casually dusted off the ashes with his fingertips.

The profile of the face exposed through the car window has good bones and a half-sleeved eyebrow drawn in ink, from the corner of the eye to the end of the eye, like a fine ink line drawn in white.

She has a pair of romantic eyebrows and sharp facial features, which neutralizes the romantic look and makes her look more unruly.

Song Qingyou noticed the people in the car from a distance and couldn't look away for a while.

"lady?"

It was Fu Bei next to her who reminded her that she came back to her senses.

"Let's go." Song Qingyou said softly.

Fu Bei said "Hmm" and followed Song Qingyou when he saw the Maserati parked not far away and the man in the car.

Fu Bei silently gave him a two-word evaluation in his heart: slutty.

Fu Wenzhou saw Song Qingyou coming over, put out his cigarette, and got out of the car. The cool night breeze blew away the smell of cigarette smoke from his body.

Fu Wenzhou actually didn't have any addiction to smoking, but he knew that Song Qingyou liked the cold tobacco smell on him.

Song Qingyou walked over and took a look at the cigarette butts in his hand: "I smoked a few today."

Fu Wenzhou stretched out his hand to tuck the broken hair on her forehead behind her ears, and his tone was gentle and doting that even he himself had not noticed: "It's just this one. Didn't you tell me to only smoke one? How dare I smoke more?" ."

Fu Wenzhou had been begging for this cigarette for a long time, not because he wanted to smoke it, but mainly because he was worried about what Song Qingyou would do if he smelled the cigarette smoke of other men?

He is a very crisis-conscious person.

Although many times this sense of crisis seems redundant.

Song Qingyou got closer and smelled the smell on his body. It was very light, which she liked.

It doesn't look like I smoked much.

Fu Wenzhou lowered his eyes slightly and stared at the furry head on his chest without daring to move.

His Adam's apple rolled up and his voice was hoarse: "Youyou, are you okay?"

Song Qingyou slowly took a step back and distanced herself: "Well, go home."

Fu Wenzhou looked down at the position where Song Qingyou had just posted, feeling a little reluctant and regretting what he had just asked.

In the car, Fu Wenzhou wanted to speak but stopped talking several times.

Seeing his anxious look, Song Qingyou stopped flipping through documents and turned to ask him, "What do you want to say?"

Fu Wenzhou pretended to cover his lips and coughed lightly, then moved closer to Song Qingyou: "Aren't you afraid that I'll slap you more? Why don't you smell it again to confirm."

Song Qingyou laughed, "I believe you."

"..." Fu Wenzhou coughed again: "A man's mouth is deceptive. Have you never heard of this?"

Song Qingyou frowned slightly: "How could anyone say that about me?"

Fu Wenzhou came closer and put his arm against Song Qingyou's skin: "Youyou, you'd better smell it again."

Song Qingyou was speechless for a moment, she was not a dog...

Fu Bei in the front was speechless for a long time, but he always kept his emotions and anger to himself, and his face was always expressionless. He reached out and pressed a button, and the partition in the car rose directly.

He really didn't want to hear any more.

Shameless.

Song Qingyou, who was sitting in the back seat, saw the partition rising and felt inexplicably ashamed, but she still buried her head on Fu Wenzhou's chest and smelled it gently.

Afraid that he would mention it again later, the sniffing time was extra long this time.

Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his muscles tightened unconsciously, and his eyes were deep and bottomless.

Song Qingyou blushed and said in a soft voice: "Confirmed..."

Fu Wenzhou's voice was extremely hoarse: "Smell again, Youyou."

The roots of Song Qingyou's ears were hot, and her neck was visibly stained with crimson. The palms around her waist were hot, which made Song Qingyou's body soften a little. Her eyes were filled with mist, her red lips were slightly opened, and she slowly lowered her head and got closer.

The warm breath lingered in Song Qingyou's ears, heavy and rapid.

Fu Wenzhou's voice was hoarse, and his thin lips were pressed against Song Qingyou's ear, but the words were not meant for her.

"Fu Bei, stop the car and get out."

The car came to a sudden stop and stopped on the side of the road. Fu Bei knew how to find a spot. It was a cool, quiet place with few people.
Chapter completed!