Back at Wutong Apartment, Song Chang wanted to give Song Qingyou medicine, but Song Qingyou said it was okay and asked him to do another thing.

Song Chang repeatedly told her not to forget to apply the medicine, and he would not leave until Song Qingyou agreed.

Song Qingyou closed the door, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the ointment on the table and walked to the rattan chair to lie down.

According to past experience, an injury of this degree would heal in about a week at most. She had to let herself remember this pain. Only in this way could she always remind herself what she should do and what she shouldn't do.

Song Qingyou took off the blood-stained clothes, lay on the rattan chair, and looked out the window. The north wind was blowing, and snow started to fall in the sky at some point.

Song Qingyou stretched out her hand to catch the snowflakes flying in from the window, but none fell into her palm.

She was stunned for a while, and was about to take her hand back when a mechanical sound suddenly came from her ears.

"Welcome back to the home of Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou."

Fu Wenzhou walked in, his body covered with snowflakes, his ears red from the cold, but his voice was filled with joy.

"Youyou, the winter jujubes on the Linhai side are ripe, don't you like to eat them? I drove there early in the morning and picked a basket. These things are not easy to preserve, so I didn't dare to pick too many, for fear that you wouldn't be able to finish them all."

As he talked, he changed his shoes, his eyebrows raised, and he hid them in his arms for fear that the winter dates would snow.

As soon as he got home, he took it out like a treasure and walked to Song Qingyou's place.

He was facing the light, and his facial features could not be seen clearly.

As the steps got closer, the face gradually became clearer.

Fu Wenzhou walked out of the light.

Song Qingyou was stunned.

She saw the snow, and also saw her human world.

"Why are you opening the window?" Fu Wenzhou approached and saw that the snowflakes outside were drifting in, and the hurricane was blowing, which made people's faces hurt. He frowned and closed the window, "Why do you always open the window when the wind is so strong?

It’s because you don’t take your own body seriously.”

His tone was reproachful, but his eyes were concerned.

Fu Wenzhou knelt down and put the basket on the coffee table aside, took one out and put it to his mouth: "Try it, it's all fresh."

Song Qingyou opened her lips, but did not take the winter dates: "Linhai is three hundred and fifty kilometers away from here. You traveled so far just to pick these dates?"

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's not a few pills, it's a basket."

Song Qingyou looked at him without saying anything.

Three hundred and fifty kilometers, nearly eight hours of driving back and forth, such a long journey just to pick winter dates for her.

Song Qingyou raised her hand and pressed the base of his ear, which was very cold.

Fu Wenzhou took her hand off: "You eat first, and I'll take a hot shower."

He didn't want the cold to pass on her.

Song Qingyou pulled him, slowly leaned forward, and hugged his waist.

Fu Wenzhou's whole body froze, and his brain stopped moving. All he could think about was Song Qingyou taking the initiative to hug him!

His Adam's apple rolled hard, he was afraid that the coldness on his body would hit her, but he couldn't bear to push it away.

Song Qingyou closed her eyes, with moisture at the end of her eyes: "Fu Wenzhou."

"Huh?" Fu Wenzhou said with a dry mouth: "Youyou, let go, I'm too cold. You can hug me however you want when I come back from the hot shower, okay? Be good..."

"I went to Song's house today."

Fu Wenzhou's coaxing words got stuck in his throat. He paused again and again before frowning and saying, "Why are you going back there so well? Was it Song Yuan who asked you to go back again?"

"Yeah." Song Qingyou said softly: "Song Wei is back, and Song Yuan asked me to go back to pick her up. How ridiculous. I stood there watching their family occupy the magpie's nest, watching them boss around in my home."

Song Qingyou trembled: "Obviously that is my grandpa and my mother's home, it is my home..."

Fu Wenzhou was wearing thick clothes, but he could feel Song Qingyou crying, and his shoulders seemed to be burned by her tears. His eyes darkened, and he asked patiently: "What did Song Yuan do to you?"

"He asked me to quit Shi Yu, but I didn't agree." Song Qingyou tightened her fingers: "So he beat me."

"He hit you?!" Fu Wenzhou's tone changed suddenly, and his eyes became angry. He straightened Song Qingyou and examined her: "Where did he hit you?"

Every word contained overwhelming anger.

Song Qingyou got her wish and saw the mad dog angry, nervous about her, and felt sorry for her.

Fu Wenzhou finally saw the scars on her arms, his eyebrows suddenly darkened, and he became angry.

"Song Yuan thinks he has lived too long?" he said through gritted teeth.

"Fu Wenzhou, let's do it." Song Qingyou suddenly said.

Fu Wenzhou thought he heard wrongly: "Which hand did he use to hit you, huh?"

Song Qingyou leaned over and kissed his lips, repeating: "Let's do it, I want to do it with you."

Fu Wenzhou frowned: "Apply the medicine first, Youyou."

He got up to get medicine.

Song Qingyou clutched the corner of his clothes, her eyes burning: "Fu Wenzhou, are you not good enough?"

"..."

The moment it was filled, her empty heart was filled.

She needs to make sure she is loved.

She needs love so much.

Not just a little bit, but all of it.

She needs all of Fu Wenzhou's love. If this love is mixed with anything else, she doesn't want it. She wants Fu Wenzhou's full love, and she wants Song Qingyou to be the only one in his world.

Song Qingyou has forced herself to be patient since she was a child. She is calm, objective and detached from her emotions at all times.

But now her mind was filled with crazy thoughts, and she just wanted to sink with him.

Song Qingyou was done thinking.
Chapter completed!