After the lime was launched, everything went on in an orderly manner according to plan.

Since the dinner that day, Song Qingyou has been raising her at home. Now that late autumn has passed, she can't stand the cold winter in the capital. Fu Wenzhou delivers various precious medicinal materials to her every day, decocts them for her personally, and stares at her.

He will not leave until he drinks the medicine.

After being cared for so carefully all day long, her body became rounder and her symptoms of coughing up blood were reduced.

The whole person feels a lot more lazy.

"Qingyou, do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

When Yan Miao called, Song Qingyou was still lying on the bed.

The weather has been getting colder recently. She was already afraid of the cold and didn't want to go out at all.

Hearing Yan Miao's words, she thought for a while and said, "There are no arrangements."

Yan Miao: "Then you come to my house. My aunt makes delicious dumplings. Come and try them."

Song Qingyou asked in surprise: "Is tomorrow a special day?"

"Winter Solstice! Don't you want to celebrate Winter Solstice?"

Song Qingyou was stunned.

Winter solstice?

She does not miss the winter solstice.

The Song family's winter solstice celebration has nothing to do with her.

She thought for less than three seconds before rejecting: "No, I suddenly remembered that I had an appointment that day."

Although she had a good relationship with Yan Miao, she had little contact with the Yan family. The thought of meeting Yan Shaoqin's fox again and having to spend time and energy dealing with it gave her a headache.

Thinking about it this way, that dumpling is not a must-eat.

Besides, she didn't even bother to go out in this weather.

After hanging up the phone, she shrank into the quilt again.

The warm quilt makes your whole body relax.

She closed her eyes and fell into a drowsy state, about to fall asleep, when she suddenly thought of Fu Wenzhou again.

winter solstice……

He should probably go back to Fu's house.

Maybe some people really can't think about it, and they will pop up as soon as they think about it.

Just like Fu Wenzhou.

As soon as Song Qingyou thought of him, his phone call came.

She took her cell phone under the quilt and saw that it was Fu Wenzhou. She didn't want to answer it, but accidentally touched the answer button.

"..."

"Youyou, I won't go back tonight, will you be scared alone?"

Song Qingyou: "...I'm even more scared when you come back."

Probably because he didn't expect her to say that, Fu Wenzhou was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Oh, are you afraid that I will eat you?"

"..." Song Qingyou pursed her lips and was about to hang up the phone immediately.

Fu Wenzhou seemed to have expected it and said hurriedly: "Don't worry, I have something to tell you."

Song Qingyou breathed out gently: "Yeah."

"Youyou, I miss you very much now." Fu Wenzhou said lazily: "I think about it when I'm at work, when I'm in meetings, and when I'm drinking with clients..."

beep.

Song Qingyou hung up the phone.

In the car, Fu Wenzhou wasn't annoyed at all when he saw the phone being hung up. He could almost imagine her angry look in his mind, and felt extremely numb in his heart.

Song Qingyou fell asleep again.

Probably Fu Wenzhou's phone call before going to bed affected her, and she had a dream as soon as she slept.

It seems to be the winter solstice in the dream too.

She was sitting at home, her mother, who could not see clearly, was busy in the kitchen, and the smell of cooked dumplings filled the air.

She lay on the window and used her fingers to write and draw on the window covered with a layer of white fog. As she continued to draw, she drew a little boy.

The mother's voice sounded from behind: "Qingyou, the little brother of the Fu family is here. Come over and play with him for a while."

She thought, who is the younger brother of the Fu family?

More than this, she also wanted to try to see her mother clearly.

But I can't see clearly.

She didn't move and continued to paint on the glass with her fingers.

At this moment, the shadow of a little boy reflected on her painting, almost blending into her painting.

"Youyou."

He called her like this.

She turned around angrily, wondering which child would be so rude and call her so affectionate.

When I turned around, the little boy was gone.

Instead it was a searing kiss.

With a slight chill.

Song Qingyou couldn't help but widen her eyes, unable to react.

The warmth in the dream disappeared without a trace, and in front of him was Fu Wenzhou's overly handsome face.

It was dark outside the window at this time, and the light in the bedroom was dim, but Fu Wenzhou's eyes were like cold stars in the night sky, astonishingly bright.

She didn't expect that she was just going to sleep, so she slept straight into the night.

Also, didn’t Fu Wenzhou say he wouldn’t come back?

Her lip was lightly bitten, and the man's wanton hand reached into the quilt, bringing with it a slight coolness that made her flinch, and then she finally woke up completely.

She pushed his chest and turned her head to avoid his kiss, only to realize that her lips had been numbed by the kiss.

"Go away." Fu Wenzhou was furious again. Now Fu Wenzhou could come and go in her room as freely as if he were at home.

Who allowed it?

Not only did Fu Wenzhou not move away, he even stayed close to him for a while.

She trembled and frowned: "You're so cold."

Fu Wenzhou, who had originally planned to be ridiculous, heard this and immediately pushed away, pulled the quilt and wrapped her tightly, then stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly together with the quilt.

"I'm sorry, it was my negligence. This way it won't be cold."

Song Qingyou: "..."

In fact, he wasn't cold at all.

Knowing that she was afraid of the cold, he would never bring in the wind and frost outside.

but……

"When will you change your habit of licking people?" She looked at him helplessly. She had just woken up and had already been kissed by him without washing her face or brushing her teeth.

Fu Wenzhou answered quickly, saying yes but not letting her go.

And she was addicted to it, like a large dog, rubbing against her neck.

The atmosphere is also becoming increasingly dangerous.

Song Qingyou always felt that something would happen if things continued like this.

Even she herself didn't know how Fu Wenzhou occupied her territory step by step.

It was obvious that she had been trying hard to keep distance from him.

"Fu Wenzhou, I'm hungry."

She spoke softly, saying "I'm hungry" was more effective than any rejection.

The man who was rubbing against her immediately stopped and kissed her hard, "I'll cook for you."

The bedroom door was open, but the heating in the whole room was turned on fully, and it wasn't cold at all.

Song Qingyou got up to wash up, looked at herself in the mirror, and suddenly thought of the dream just now.

She has never met her mother, nor did she have any younger brothers from the Fu family when she was a child.

Song Qingyou's eyes were slightly astringent, thinking of Yan Miao's words.

Do you have to eat dumplings during the Winter Solstice?

As soon as Fu Wenzhou opened the refrigerator, he heard footsteps coming from behind him.

Turning around, Song Qingyou was standing a few meters away, wearing a shawl and her hair was a little messy.
Chapter completed!