It's midnight, almost dawn.

Fu Wenzhou had just come back from outside. Summer had just entered and there was still a chill in the night. He didn't dare to go in and wake her up, for fear that the cold air would freeze her, so he went to the bathroom in the guest room.

Song Qingyou didn't lock the door. There was a small gap between the door frame and the door. She could vaguely hear the sound of draining water coming from inside. In fact, she woke up when Fu Wenzhou went upstairs. The surrounding was dark, and her senses were infinitely amplified.

Song Qingyou listened to the sound of water, nestled in the soft quilt, and gradually fell asleep.

After Fu Wenzhou came out of the cold shower, he saw a small ball wrapped in the quilt.

She has a habit of sleeping with her head tucked into the quilt.

He told her more than once that this was bad for the brain, but she could never remember it.

They say good things, but in fact they don't listen at all.

Fu Wenzhou wiped his wet hair, walked to the bed, and gently pulled the quilt down.

His Adam's apple rolled up and he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her constantly.

‘Buzz’

The phone vibrated, someone sent a text message.

Fu Wenzhou didn't look anxiously, but opened the bed and lay down next to Song Qingyou.

The temperature in the room gradually warmed up, and Song Qingyou felt a little hot under the quilt, so she lifted the thin quilt a little, revealing a pair of white and slender calves.

Her whole body is delicate and beautiful, and her skin is as delicate and white as jade.

Fu Wenzhou held her ankle and stared at her feet.

I don’t understand why someone can have such beautiful feet.

Song Qingyou's sleep was so light that even though Fu Wenzhou moved very lightly, she still woke up.

Song Qingyou's sleep was restless, her ankles moved, and then she opened her eyes.

Fu Wenzhou didn't feel guilty even after being caught by her. He looked like a gentleman, as if he wasn't the one taking advantage of others while they were sleeping.

"Are you awake?" The man's voice was especially low in the night, and he held his thin white ankle with his palms, showing no intention of letting go.

Song Qingyou struggled for a while but couldn't break free, so she gave up and let him hold her.

She yawned and asked softly: "How's it going? Is Song Ning here?"

Fu Wenzhou made a move, and Song Qingyou felt that the temperature on the surface of the skin was rising, and couldn't help but frown: "What happened?"

Fu Wenzhou let go of his ankles, hugged her into his arms, buried his head in Song Qingyou's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Song Ning arrived at the hospital not long after you left and signed the consent form for the surgery. After that..."

"What happens next?" Song Qingyou asked.

Fu Wenzhou took a deep breath: "After that, she became emotional, fell to the ground, vomited out a mouthful of dirty blood, and fainted. She was sent to rescue, but the rescue failed and she died."

Song Ning's death was so sudden that Fu Wenzhou even had some inexplicable delusions.

How can someone vomit a mouthful of blood and die instantly?

But he only felt strange and didn't feel anything else.

She was just worried about his Youyou. No matter what happened to Song Ning, she would always be Song Qingyou's biological mother. If she knew that Song Ning was mad at her, what would she do if she scolded him?

Fu Wenzhou didn't dare to speak directly, so he had to avoid the important and take the easy.

He thought very well and felt that his words were perfect. Unexpectedly, Song Qingyou asked the next sentence: "Is it because you are so angry that you vomited blood?"

Fu Wenzhou: "?"

The corner of his mouth twitched, thinking that his Youyou really loved him, otherwise how could he know him so well.
Chapter completed!