"Do you dare to move her?"

Fu Wenzhou caught the belt empty -handed, and the sorrow between the eyebrows was rampant. He had a head he got higher than Song Yuan. When the crazy dog ​​was angry, his eyes were gloomy and his sense of oppression was strong. Song Yuan took a step back unconsciously.

But he soon thought that the last time he was kicked in public in public in public. In addition, the Song family was not lower than the Fu family's status. He was treated as Fu Wenzhou so much before. He has not yet disappeared.

So Song Yuan quickly raised his chest and said sharply: "Fu Wenzhou! Don't forget that I am your elder!"

Fu Wenzhou's voice was low, and the tone was infiltrated: "President Song, advise you, do not stretch your hands too long, beware of the dark wind at night, and break it again."

Song Yuan said coldly: "Do you threaten me?"

Fu Wenzhou pulled his lips, glanced at him, brought Song Qingyou away from the room, and the door was slammed into it.

Song Yuan stood still, and Fu Wenzhou's eyes gave Song Yuan a feeling that he really wanted to break his arm.

Fu Wenzhou's reputation in Beijing has always been bad. He has no respect for his eyes, and he has been in rebellion. He can do things ruthlessly. In just two years, he can stand firmly at the Fu's Group and hold the power in his own hands.

If this is not a rule of law ...

Song Yuan took a deep breath, his expression was cold and terrible.

One wall.

Song Qingyou was held in her arms by Fu Wenzhou. Her cheeks were pale and without blood. She breathed a small mouth and closed her eyes.

Fu Wenzhou gently put people on the sofa. What is contrary to his movement is the almost congestive pupil in his eyes. God knows how strong he spent his energy to suppress the gas in his body.

Almost his pomelo is about to be injured.

Just almost.

Fu Wenzhou's rear fangs were almost bitten, and while giving Song Qinggou along the breath, it was more appropriate to think about how to kill Song Yuan.

"Is he often like this."

After a long time, Fu Wenzhou's eyes were red, and in the end, I couldn't help asking.

Song Qingyou easily slowed down, and shook his head very lightly.

"If you don't make him angry, you won't."

When she was young, she hadn't learned to observe the color, and she often did so. Later, she learned to be good. She learned to be an invisible person at the Song family.

Then, then

Song Yuan couldn't find her, and naturally the number of hands was much less.

In fact, Song Qingyou knew why Song Yuan looked at her not pleasing to the eye. It was nothing more than her face that she had a look with Song Ning's seven or eight points. This face reminded Song Yuan all the time.

Everything you get from the climbing branches.

Her existence is a stab in Song Yuan's heart. The longer the time, the deeper.

Fu Wenzhou stared at Song Qingyou's pale lips, and his fingertips were slowly twisted on it: "Song Qingyou."

"Ah?" Song Qingyou slowly shot his voice and wanted to avoid his fingers that he had reached his lips.

Fu Wenzhou pressed her to prevent her from letting her move deep: "I can protect you."

Song Qingyou didn't understand: "What?"

"Whether you want to start a company, or want to fight with Song Yuan, Pomelo-"

Fu Wenzhou lowered his voice, his breathing was slightly hot: "I can protect you."

As long as she believes in him.

Boiled by Fu Wenzhou's hot eyes, Song Qingyou's fingertips were curled, her heart contracted violently, and the eardrum was silent for a moment.

She grew up in her twenties, he heard a lot of cold words, and she saw that her life was a lot. She thought that a heart had long been harder than ice cubes.

But Fu Wenzhou casually called her rock -like heart to crack a gap. It seemed that something drilled in from the gap. This feeling was strange. Song Qingyou raised her hand and covered her chest.

Fu Wenzhou thought she was uncomfortable, and panicked like the enemy: "What's wrong? Is it painful again?"

Song Qingyou held his long and white palm and held him: "I'm fine."

She looked at Fu Wenzhou with a gentle voice: "Song Yuan now endured you because my grandfather had just died, Song Yuan won the Song family's equity heel, and he had not stood up.

The funds are hundreds of billions, and the company's shareholders then agree to his place to replace my grandfather. "

Song Qingyou coughed twice and continued: "These contracts are considered to be overlord clauses. Before the contract expired, Song Yuan dared not offend the Fu family."

This is why the Fu family's capital chain was broken in that year, and Song Yuan would be willing to marry her daughter to increase Fu's stock price by marriage.

Song Qingyou: "The contract has expired for two months."

Fu Wenzhou hooked his lips in disapproval: "What about that?"

Song Qingyou said, "Song Yuan's means are despicable, do you think you have kicked him before and today, he will give up?"

Fu Wenzhou laughed, and the laughter was extremely arrogant and disdainful, but his voice was full of anger: "Grapefruit, you just don't believe that I can protect you."

Song Qingyou: "..."

Hold her to say that it was Bai Bai for a long time.

The brain circuit of this crazy dog ​​cannot be compared with normal people.

She reached out and pushed him away: "I can't say it with you."

Fu Wenzhou saw her getting up and blocked her: "Where are you going?"

Song Qingyou gritted his teeth: "I want to drink water!"

Fu Wenzhou stood up: "I can do this kind of small thing."

He served Song Qingyou has long been a habit, and he was also happy to serve her. He couldn't follow her all day long, and took care of her for 24 hours.

Fu Wenzhou handed the hot water into Song Qingyou's temperature that he loved to drink before handing it to her.

I do n’t know when the door of the bedroom is out of the bedroom.

Little animals have human nature, but there is no clear understanding of the sharpness of their own claws. The kitten heard the movement of the owner in the house. After that, he opened the door and looked up at his head.

Song Qingyou reached out and wanted to touch, the kitten hugged his head with his head.

Fu Wenzhou looked down at the neck of the porridge with a big palm, the kitten screamed twice, the sharp claws closed it back.

Song Qingyou fell on the fluffy head of porridge.

Fu Wenzhou hummed coldly: "Is there such a good touch?"

Song Qingyou said sincerely: "Yes."

Fu Wenzhou's eyes condensed for a moment, and suddenly squatted down, his head squeezed next to the porridge.

Song Qingyou's face was inexplicable: "What are you doing?"

"Don't touch it, touch me." Fu Wenzhou's voice was very heavy.

Song Qinggou: ...

After waiting for a long time, she couldn't wait for her movement, and Fu Wenzhou frowned: "Why don't you touch it?"

Song Qingyou helped the amount: "It's too hard, hold your hands."
Chapter completed!