"Come over for dinner."

Fu Wenzhou shouted again, opened the food box, put out the porridge and snacks inside one by one, then bent down to pick up the porridge, and the kitten turned into a small clip and meowed with its head on his chin.

He is too casual. It's not like he walked into someone else's house without asking in the early morning, but like he returned to his own house calmly.

For a moment, Song Qingyou couldn't help but have an illusion.

Is this her home or Fu Wenzhou's home?

With this in mind, she asked.

Hearing this, Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow, with a sinister smile: "It can also be my home."

Song Qingyou: "...get out."

Fu Wenzhou's face darkened, but in front of him was the little god he wished he could offer to him.

"Come over for dinner, or can I feed you myself?"

His tone was dangerous and his eyes were even more dangerous. Song Qingyou weighed it for two seconds and sat down.

The exquisite snacks on the table all have the flavors she likes, but due to Song Qingyou's health, she doesn't eat much, so she feels full after just a little.

Fu Wenzhou looked at her, and then at the kitten next to him who was also eating. A faint smile spread in his eyes that were always full of anger, "Why don't you have a big appetite as much as porridge? You are too big."

It’s easy to make a living.”

As she spoke, she dragged her leftover porridge bowl over and ate it clean in a few mouthfuls.

Song Qingyou was about to transfer money to him, but when she saw this situation, all her words were stuck in her throat.

She pursed her lips and said, "That's what I've eaten."

Fu Wenzhou took a bite of a crystal dumpling, "I don't dislike it."

Song Qingyou rubbed her forehead, "I dislike it."

Fu Wenzhou stopped eating, took a sip of porridge, and suddenly reached out with his big hand, pinched the back of her neck and pushed her over.

Before she could react, his wet and hot lips pressed against hers.

Song Qingyou's lips were pried open unprepared, and the warm and sweet porridge came over.

Her eyes widened suddenly, she couldn't believe that he was so ridiculous and wanton!

Subconsciously, she stretched out her hand to push him away, but Fu Wenzhou's palms were like iron pliers on the back of her neck, his thin lips pressed tightly, and his moist, hot and ambiguous breaths mingled.

After being tormented by him like this, Song Qingyou's eyes were moist, as if the fresh grapes were covered with a layer of morning mist, and she stared at him with a bit of anger and dissatisfaction: "Fu Wenzhou!"

Fu Wenzhou stared straight at her crimson face, his Adam's apple rolled, and he hummed absentmindedly.

The eyeballs seemed to be on those gorgeous red lips, and they couldn't move away.

The desire to hide her and take it for myself is getting stronger day by day!

"Do you still dislike me?" His thin lips were slightly raised, and his voice was abnormally hoarse.

Song Qingyou said angrily: "I hate it so much. If you want to eat out, don't stay here with me..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Wenzhou came over again.

This time it was no longer just a taste, but with a terrible sense of oppression and possessiveness, almost swallowing her alive like a wild beast!

The moment his hand penetrated along the hem of her home clothes, Song Qingyou trembled for no reason, and a hint of shudder escaped from the corner of her mouth.

The man opened his eyes, with terrible emotions rolling in his eyes.

He easily grabbed the person's waist and hugged him on his lap with one hand. Song Qingyou pressed against his chest, with a layer of moisture in her eyes, and said in panic: "Fu Wenzhou! Are you crazy?!"

"Youyou..." The man's breathing suddenly became heavier and heavier, touching her ears like overwhelming poison, as if it was about to drown Song Qingyou.

Fu Wenzhou seemed to have lost his mind, which frightened her.

"Fu Wenzhou cough cough cough..." Sensing his overly terrifying sense of aggression, Song Qingyou suddenly panicked, and coughed violently without even lifting her breath due to excitement.

Fu Wenzhou was brought back to reason from the edge of losing control, and he quickly patted her back to help her calm down, "Youyou, don't be angry, I won't touch you, okay?"

Song Qingyou covered her mouth and her body trembled as she coughed. Fu Wenzhou felt regretful and apologized after hearing the heartbreaking cough.

But while he was apologizing, he had no intention of letting go of her, especially when he...

Song Qingyou regained her composure. The two of them were almost skin-to-skin at this moment, so close that she could even hear each other's heartbeat. Naturally, she could clearly feel some changes in the man.

Her pretty little face was white and red in turns, and the redness spread from the roots of her ears to her neck, and even the exposed half of her white jade-like shoulders were stained with a thin layer of red.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes suddenly turned dark as he looked at the white and rosy shoulders.

He had an honest look on his face and gently helped her calm down.

The hand holding her slender waist could not help but push her into her arms.

Song Qingyou was embarrassed and angry. She raised her hand and slapped her: "Let me go!"

She didn't expect that Fu Wenzhou wouldn't dodge at all when she slapped her. He received a firm slap on her face, and there was a snap that stunned her.

The next second, Fu Wenzhou held his wrist!

The man's eyes were extremely terrifying, as if he wanted to eat her alive.

Song Qingyou always heard people say that Fu Wenzhou was a dangerous person, but in front of her, Fu Wenzhou was a rambunctious mad dog, which was really rare at this time.

She closed her eyes subconsciously and shrank her neck.

But the expected slap did not fall, instead her palm was licked by something.

She opened her eyes blankly, and Fu Wenzhou was bending his head, gently kissing her palms and fingers.

It was like an electric current coursed through her, spreading from her fingertips to her palms, all the way to her limbs, and a shiver ran down her back.

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyes and stared at her with his slender and deep eyes. The strong emotion in his eyes was undisguised, as strong as a landslide and a tsunami...

Her astonished look was reflected in those dark eyes, and her heart trembled, as if something soft touched her heart, causing her fingertips to curl up subconsciously.

Then I heard him ask: "Does your hand hurt?"

Song Qingyou pursed her red lips a few times, and Fu Wenzhou said softly: "Good boy, I was wrong, don't be angry."

Song Qingyou took a breath, clenched her fists involuntarily, and slightly opened the distance between the two: "...let me go first."

She turned her face away from him, her resistance evident on her face.

Fu Wenzhou's heart was filled with anger, anger and frustration, and more importantly, he was heartbroken.
Chapter completed!