box.

Fu Wenzhou poured one drink after another into his mouth, as if he was desperate for his life.

Gu Bai and Xu Zezhan looked at each other and did not dare to persuade them.

Liang Muchuan sneered: "When will you change your habit of abusing yourself every time you fall in love?"

Gu Bai complained softly: "Has he ever been in love?"

Fu Wenzhou gave him a cold look, and Gu Bai immediately fell silent.

Fu Wenzhou looked down at the wine in his hand, with a self-deprecating curve on his lips.

Xu Zezhan defended his brother: "What does Song Qingyou mean? You bring precious medicinal materials to her all day long and treat her like a treasure. It's better for her to push you away all day long. In my opinion, this woman is a

You are a callous person and have no conscience at all, otherwise... well, well, well, can I just stop talking? You are really hopeless!"

Fu Wenzhou finally looked away and continued to drink without saying a word.

Gu Bai couldn't stand it anymore: "Stop drinking, do you really want to drink yourself to death!"

Liang Muchuan said: "Don't worry about him. The doctor is waiting outside. He can't die."

Gu Bai: "...You are so thoughtful."

Liang Muchuan snorted coldly: "Has his bad temper changed after so many years? He just wants to get himself drunk, pretend to be pitiful, and then go to Song Qingyou to gain sympathy. I'm not talking about you, Fu Wenzhou, how many times have you used this trick?

It’s been years since I’ve passed, and you’re not tired of it.”

"What are you tired of? Song Qingyou can just do this." Xu Zezhan lit a cigarette and clicked his tongue.

Fu Wenzhou picked up his coat, stood up and left.

Gu Bai was surprised and said, "You don't want to drink anymore?"

Fu Wenzhou's voice was hoarse: "It's winter, she's afraid of the cold."

He left a sentence without beginning or end, and the man walked very quickly.

Gu Bai said strangely: "What do you mean? Why didn't I understand it?"

Xu Zezhan slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "I'm anxious to go back and warm someone's bed."

"..." Gu Baicao said casually.

Fu Wenzhou was walking in a hurry, as if he was really rushing back. When he was going downstairs, a woman bumped into him.

The aroma is pungent.

The man frowned slightly and leaned out of the way, but was still rubbed against a corner of his clothes.

Fu Wenzhou's face suddenly turned cold.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, you... Fu Wenzhou?" The woman raised her eyes, surprise flashing in her eyes: "Why are you here?"

Fu Wenzhou saw his face clearly and frowned: "What do I have to do with you here?"

Ruan Yinyin has long been accustomed to the other party's cold attitude: "Let's have a drink together?"

Fu Wenzhou: "No time."

After saying that, he walked down, and Ruan Yinyin quickly grabbed his arm.

He curled his lips as if coquettishly: "Why are you always so indifferent to me? It's my birthday today, can you stay with me for a while?"

Fu Wenzhou said with a gloomy face: "Let go."

Ruan Yinyin's face changed, but she still smiled: "What's the matter? Give me, the birthday girl, some face!"

Fu Wenzhou lowered his eyes and glanced at the hand she was holding on to him, a hint of coolness flashed across his thin lips: "I'll say it again, let go."

Ruan Yinyin's eyes were filled with anger. She probably felt that Fu Wenzhou was too ignorant, so she stopped pretending. She let go of her hand and said, "Fu Wenzhou, you rejected me last time when I confessed to you, and you won't accompany me on my birthday this time. You

Does it bother me so much?"

Fu Wenzhou's patience ran out and he glanced at her sharply: "Yes, it's very annoying. Please get away as far as you can and don't get involved."

His outright disgust pricked Ruan Yin Yin's self-esteem. He wanted her to be pampered and doted on her when she grew up. She had always been favored by others, but here in Fu Wenzhou, she always hit a wall every day.

It was his honor that she liked him. He should be happy. Why should he be indifferent to her?

Ruan Yinyin was angry. Seeing that he was about to leave, she snorted: "You don't know yet, but Song Qingyou is going to marry my brother."

Her words were like a stone hitting the water. Fu Wenzhou froze and looked back at her with sinister and terrifying eyes: "Say what you just said again."

Ruan Yinyin was frightened by the cold eyes, and took a step back unconsciously, but said unforgivingly: "She is a concubine, and it is her honor to be favored by my brother. Humph, I don't know what she used

My brother was confused by his tactics. Tsk, I see, you have no chance, don’t worry about it..."

Before she could finish speaking, she had already disappeared from sight.

Ruan Yin Yin stamped her feet angrily.

The night is getting darker, and the north wind is whistling outside the window.

Song Qingyou was lying on the rattan chair, her throat was itching badly. She pressed it with a handkerchief to keep from coughing: "Mr. Ruan, I hope you can give me an explanation about the rumors that we are about to get married. I remember that I didn't agree."

You, you did it without permission..."

There was a "bang" sound.

The door was kicked open violently.

Song Qingyou was shocked by the loud voice and hung up the phone. Her delicate facial features looked a little cold under the moonlight: "Are you crazy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Wenzhou walked over in a few steps and held Song Qingyou's ankle. The feeling of gravel in his palm made her shrink back in shock.

Unable to succeed, he tightened his grip and firmly imprisoned those white jade feet.

"Song Qingyou." Fu Wenzhou's eyes were heavy, his eyes were pressed against hers, his hands slowly rubbed her ankles, and then he reached out to pull off the band from her hair and wrapped it around her ankles, "Yesterday, he slept on my bed.

, I’m going to marry someone else today.”

He tied it up in circles, with a sinister and ugly smile: "No wonder you have to draw a clear line with me."

Song Qingyou was tied up by him and could not move. The smell of alcohol and the strong perfume hit her nose together. Fu Wenzhou's increasingly heavy breathing came to her ears. She was keenly aware that something was wrong with the man at this time, "Untie the rope."

open."

Fu Wenzhou tied it tighter.

"What's good about Ruan Mingchen?" He clasped her shoulders with his trembling hands and pressed her forward, fierce and stubborn, but fragile and pitiful: "Do you like him or not?"

The scorching body temperature pressed close to her, and the itch she had suppressed before suddenly burst out. Song Qingyou coughed violently, again and again, unable to breathe.

A trace of distress flashed in Fu Wenzhou's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it: "Youyou, don't think that I will let you go. Unless I die, you will never marry someone named Ruan!"

Song Qingyou tried her best to slow down her breathing. She was coughing like this. Normally, he would have panicked. It seemed that the puppy was really angry.

She coughed and her head swelled. Fu Wenzhou suddenly stood up, went to the living room to find a pill, and forced her to open her mouth and swallow it.

After taking the medicine, the itching finally passed. Song Qingyou slowly raised her eyes and said, "Come here."

Fu Wenzhou's face was gloomy and he did not move.

Song Qingyou frowned and looked at him with very dull eyes.

Two minutes later, Fu Wenzhou walked up to her, his face still looking bad.

Song Qingyou said: "I have a headache."

Fu Wenzhoujun's face was as dark as a deep tan, his eyes full of anger, he walked up behind her and pressed her temples.

The headache subsided a lot, and Song Qingyou's voice was soft and shallow along with the sound of the wind: "Did I agree to be your girlfriend?"

Obviously feeling that the other party paused, she continued: "If you like me, do I have to like you?"

The outline of Fu Wenzhou's face was covered with a blood-red haze, and in his eyes was the heaviness suppressed before the storm was about to come.

Song Qingyou didn't mean to stop: "Who I marry is my freedom, does it have anything to do with you?"

Fu Wenzhou's fingers froze completely, and his face became horribly gloomy.

Three questions in a row seemed to be lingering on him.

"Ha." He smiled, his eyes almost filled with blood: "Song Qingyou, you..."
Chapter completed!