The words "I was almost insulted" shocked Song Qingyou.

She subconsciously looked up and down at the man, with obvious disbelief in her eyes.

Who is so bold as to insult Fu Wenzhou?

Fu Wenzhou was stabbed by her eyes. He was angry and funny. He pinched the soft flesh of her waist fiercely. It seemed fierce, but in fact he only used a little strength, as if he was tickling: "Baby, you

What a look that is!"

Song Qingyou had reservations about this, and reached out to put the documents on the table aside. He had just rushed in too hastily, and she had just read half of the documents on her hand, but when he interrupted her, she couldn't read anymore.

Fu Wenzhou saw that her eyebrows were dull, and he reluctantly pinched her chin and turned her face towards him. The tall man, who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, had a look of grievance on his face, "You don't feel sorry for me, do you not like me anymore?"

Song Qingyou suddenly couldn't laugh or cry: "Where are you? Stop making trouble."

"You're so cold." The man complained.

Song Qingyou was silent, "You're calling me cold while you're hugging me and chewing me?"

Fu Wenzhou burst out laughing. He couldn't pretend anymore, so he grabbed her hand tightly, as if holding some rare treasure, and gently rubbed it.

When he thought that the person he cared about was being plotted under his nose, a trace of blood flashed in his eyes, he lowered his head and pecked her soft fingertips, "I'm unhappy, I need you to coax me.

"

Song Qingyou held his face and kissed his forehead, "Don't be angry, okay, Mr. Fu?"

It was not a sweet talk, but after hearing this, Fu Wenzhou showed a worthless smile, and the anger in his heart was soothed and smoothed down, and he was buried in her neck like a big dog.

Song Qingyou subconsciously hugged him, ran her hands through the man's hair, which was not very soft, and asked helplessly: "What are you doing?"

Fu Wenzhou leaned close to her ear and laughed hoarsely: "I'm hungry."

Song Qingyou stood up after hearing this, "I'll ask my assistant to order food and deliver it."

After he finished speaking, he was laughed at mercilessly by the man, "But what I want to eat is not food."

"What is that..." Song Qingyou stopped talking instantly.

Fu Wenzhou didn't hear a response for a long time. When he raised his eyes, he found that his baby was staring at him, holding the corner of his clothes with slender fingers, and there was a somewhat unconscious look in his eyes.

It was very different from her usual cold demeanor.

At this time, she was like a lost kitten, looking at him softly. For a moment, Fu Wenzhou felt that his heart was full, and there was only warmth in his eyes.

As soon as he spoke, his voice was very hoarse: "You still read? If you read again, I will eat you."

He said threatening words in his mouth, but his eyes were full of distress and caution, as if she was a fragile doll that needed him to scold her carefully all the time.

Song Qingyou let go of the corner of his clothes and touched his eyebrows with her fingertips, tracing his eyebrows bit by bit.

The tenderness in the man's eyes was like the tide, as if it was about to drown him.

She has never been a person who likes to be sad about spring and autumn, but at this moment, an idea came to her for no reason. If Yun Nian's new medicine is not developed and her body cannot be cured, what should he do?

In the past, she felt that death was not scary, and now she is not afraid of death, but she is afraid that after her death, the man who has her in his heart and eyes will not be able to bear the blow.

She took the initiative to kiss the man's lips, and the next second, he was the one taking the lead.

The atmosphere gradually became warmer.

Song Qingyou felt the stinging pain on her neck, and she opened her red and swollen lips and let out a bit of suppressed breath.

Fu Wenzhou opened and closed her lips and teeth, leaving a blossoming red plum on her neck as white as jade.

When he saw it, his heart felt warm, and he couldn't help but kiss the red plums gently.

Song Qingyou's eyes instantly turned red.

Such a gentle kiss was even more sultry. She felt as if electricity was flowing all over her body, and even her fingertips felt a clear numbness.

"Fu Wenzhou..." She murmured softly.

Their breaths intertwined and their skins touched each other. For a moment, it was impossible to tell whose heartbeat was faster and whose body was hotter.

She called his name intermittently, and his reply was extremely gentle and domineering.

A drop of sweat fell on Song Qingyou's eyebrows, burning hot.

I don't know how long it took, but the flickering light in front of her eyes gradually calmed down. She was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes, and just wanted to fall asleep.

In my ears, I heard the man's husky and sexy voice after the passion: "Be good, take a shower and then go to sleep."

Song Qingyou buried her face in the pillow and didn't want to pay attention.

It was rare to see her acting coquettishly and stubbornly like this. Fu Wenzhou was heartbroken when he saw it. After all, he couldn't bear to disturb her, so he brought hot water and wiped her body carefully, hoping to make her feel refreshed and sleep more comfortably.

…

When the phone rang, Song Qingyou woke up immediately.

She always slept lightly, and when she touched her phone, she saw Fu Wenzhou sleeping next to her.

She turned off the sound, looked at the caller ID, and very gently stepped away from the man's arms and came to the outside.

"Jiang Xun."

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Xun said: "I'm going to the company to see you now. I have something important to tell you. Are you in the company now?"

"I am here."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Jiang Xun said he would be there soon, and he really was there right away.

Within ten minutes, she came over

Song Qingyou had already put on clean clothes, but her hair was not tied up and hung casually on her shoulders.

Jiang Xun opened the door and came in to see her lazily leaning on the sofa, with undisguised amazement in her eyes.

No matter how many times she saw it, she still felt that Song Qingyou's appearance was simply Nuwa's most outstanding masterpiece.

Hearing the sound, the people on the sofa looked up...

All kinds of charm are reflected in this one glance.

Jiang Xun gasped!

But appreciation is appreciation, and she has not forgotten the business.

She closed the door, quickly walked over and sat down opposite Song Qingyou, and said solemnly: "The matter of Xu Qingran jumping off the building has been settled."

The way Song Qingyou looked at her was wrong: "You moved faster than I thought this time."

"It wasn't me." Jiang Xun said, "It was someone who helped us settle everything."

Song Qingyou's eyelids twitched slightly: "Everything?"

"Yes, everything. We have no trouble now. It would be an exaggeration to say that God would help us. I really don't know who is so capable."

Song Qingyou subconsciously looked at the lounge and said to herself: "Yes, who in the entire capital has such great hands and eyes?"

No wonder she would think of Fu Wenzhou. Every time she had any trouble, that man would protect her like a god. She wouldn't even have time to worry, and all her troubles would be solved.

However, Fu Wenzhou didn't want to say anything, so she just pretended not to know.

It's good as long as he remembers it in his heart, otherwise with his temperament, he will definitely "repay kindness with kindness".

After coming back to her senses, she said to Jiang Xun: "Now that someone has helped us settle the matter, let's focus on our project."

Jiang Xun: "Okay, but Xu Qingran is always a time bomb. What are your plans?"

There was movement in the lounge. Fu Wenzhou must have woken up. As soon as Jiang Xun looked over, Song Qingyou stood up and said, "You don't have to worry about this matter. I'll take care of it."

Seeing Jiang Xun standing still, she raised an eyebrow and looked over.

Jiang Xun winked at her and joked: "Hey, the beauty is hidden in the golden house."

Song Qingyou: "..."

"Youyou."

Fu Wenzhou's voice came from the lounge. Song Qingyou remembered that Fu Wenzhou was not wearing any clothes and quickly pushed Jiang Xun out.

As soon as the door closed, Fu Wenzhou came out of the lounge.

The shirt is worn casually on the body, the hair is disheveled, and the breasts are exposed, making it very unrestrained.

"Who was here just now?"

"Jiang Xun." Song Qingyou endured it: "Can you put your clothes on before you come out?"

Fu Wenzhou snorted, "You started to dislike it just after using it? Why didn't you think I wasn't dressed properly when you touched and kissed me just now?"

Song Qingyou: "..."
Chapter completed!