When Song Qingyou received a call from the police station, she thought there was something wrong with her ear.

She repeatedly confirmed it several times before she dared to confirm that Fu Wenzhou was really arrested.

Song Chang's face was wrong and she couldn't help but ask, "Miss, what's wrong?"

Song Qingyou squeezed out a few words from her teeth: "Uncle Chang, drive to the police station."

Song Chang was startled: "What happened?"

Song Qingyou frowned and said, "Fu Wenzhou sent Song Yuan and Song Wei into the hospital in public."

Song Chang: "..." This little Mr. Fu is really unpredictable.

The car drove to the police station at a constant speed, and snow fell outside. Song Chang got out of the car and held an umbrella first. Song Qingyou was wrapped in a furry shawl, and her slender figure was hidden under the umbrella. Every frown and movement was full of charm.

When she entered, Fu Wenzhou sat on the bench and pointed at the cigarette. His eyes were squinted in habit. The dark blue flame lingered by the lighter jumped on his silver-white handcuffs for a moment. When the fire was extinguished, he casually pulled the cigarette from his lips.

Take the mouth off.

The director on the side was sweating profusely, with Chairman Song on one side and Mr. Fu on the other side. He couldn't afford to offend anyone.

Yu Guang saw the beautiful figure at the door, his eyes lit up, and he met as if he saw the savior: "Miss Song, you are here."

With a sound of Miss Song, Fu Wenzhou was shocked to extinguish the smoke like a conditioned reflex. His idle and tired look disappeared completely, and a rare panic appeared in his eyes, like a big dog who was afraid of being annoyed by his owner when he did something wrong.

"You..." Fu Wenzhou called her.

Song Qingyou glanced at him lightly, and he immediately fell silent.

The police chief looked back and forth between them.

Mr. Fu just now looked like an old man in the police station. Why did he look like a different person when he saw this person?

There are people in this world that Mr. Fu is afraid of. It’s really a ghost!

The police chief was horrified, but he showed no sign of it. As soon as he was about to speak, he saw the beautiful figure passing by and walking straight to the man behind him.

Song Qingyou lowered her eyes and looked at Fu Wenzhou.

Fu Wenzhou got out of the Adam's apple and explained: "I didn't cause trouble, it was all Song Yuan asked him for it."

He was a little annoyed, and he didn't know why the police station called Song Qingyou. He could solve this problem himself, so he had no intention of telling her.

Afraid that she was angry, she added: "If you hit, you will be hit. It's no big deal. If you can't beat him, you can call him back."

Song Qingyou saw the silver-white handcuffs on his wrist and frowned: "Hand."

Fu Wenzhou spread his hands obediently.

Song Qingyoucong's white fingers checked back and forth between his palms.

She kept silent. Fu Wenzhou was unsure and spoke tentatively: "Are you unhappy?"

Song Qingyou ignored him and looked at his wrist carefully. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that there were no traces.

Fu Wenzhou sat in a state of slight silence.

He suddenly glanced at the police chief standing aside, and said in a sinister tone: "Who asked you to call her!"

The director immediately sweated on his forehead and hurriedly said, "The only person in your phone is Ms. Song. We don't want you to hit someone else..."

At the end of the conversation, my voice became smaller and smaller, so I dared not refute it.

Song Qingyou raised her eyes lightly: "You hit someone, are you still right?"

Fu Wenzhou: "..."

He withdrew his arrogance and turned into a large dog who was wronged to grab the corner of his owner's clothes, his eyes wet: "Youyou, don't be angry with me..."

Song Qingyou asked: "Does it hurt?"

Fu Wenzhou snorted: "It doesn't hurt. I smashed it with a hammer and didn't do it myself."

Song Qingyou took a breath when she heard the word "Iron Hammer". Before she came, she only knew that Fu Wenzhou had killed Song Yuan's arms, but she didn't expect that she was hit with an iron hammer.

The hammer...is really something this mad dog can do.

Song Qingyou pressed the corner of her mouth, and when she thought of Song Yuan being beaten, she felt uncommon.

She reached out and touched Fu Wenzhou's cheek, "No next time."

It doesn't matter if you beat Song Yuan, Song Qingyou is worried that Fu Wenzhou will hurt him.

Fu Wenzhou curled his lips and smiled: "Okay."

The police chief looked at them and a strange feeling jumped up.

Why is it so similar to his wife scolding the Tibetan mastiff at home?

Song Qingyou turned her head and looked at the police chief, nodded slightly, "I've caused you trouble."

"Miss Song's words are just Mr. Fu..." The police chief said embarrassedly: "It was your father who beat him. If Mr. Song doesn't reconcile, it will be difficult for us to be in the middle."

Song Qingyou said: "I am his daughter, I just need to sign the reconciliation letter."

"This..." The police chief looked very embarrassed: "If it were something that Mr. Song said later, it would be difficult for us to explain."

Fu Wenzhou sneered coldly, lazy and unruly: "Wang Jun, you are quite capable now."

The police chief was called a name and didn't dare to get angry. He was the boss in this bureau. In the capital, the Fu family would make a big move, and their small police station would be in a state of chaos.

But the Song family is not easy to mess with. This man smashed Song Dong's arms. If those two arms were destroyed, they would intentionally hurt others. The Song family really pursued them and would go to jail.

Song Qingyou's throat was itchy and she covered her lips and coughed a few times, "Dr. Song has me, so don't worry."

Wang Jun was waiting for her words. Whoever wants Fu Wenzhou's hot potatoes is going to go, and his small temple cannot afford this big Buddha.

"Yes, you go sign a letter and we will release people immediately."

Song Qingyou replied, "Okay."

As soon as he left the police station, Fu Wenzhou got stuck, "Youyou, I want to take care of you."

"How to take care of it?" Song Qingyou asked casually.

The two of them walked one after another, very close to each other.

Fu Wenzhou swallowed in his throat, "Move to your house."

Song Qingyou stopped and looked back at him, "Didn't you just live opposite my house?"

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were very dark: "It's different."

Song Qingyou looked at him and took another step.

Didn't say it was OK or didn't say it was OK.

But in Fu Wenzhou's eyes, if he didn't refuse, he agreed, and his eyes and eyebrows were filled with joy.

"I'm going to the hospital, you can go back by yourself." Song Qingyou said.

Fu Wenzhou's lips curled up in the curve and frowned and said, "What are you doing in the hospital? Visit Song Yuan? Don't go!"

He had just finished beating the man, and Song Qingyou went at this time, and it was hard to guarantee that Song Yuan would not do anything to her.

Song Qingyou said: "You have to tell him about the reconciliation, and I have something to do with Song Wei."

Fu Wenzhou had a gloomy face, "No, please, go."

He didn't watch him once and came back with injuries on his arm. How dare he let her see Song Yuan again?

Song Qingyou ignored him and turned around and said, "Uncle Chang, drive."

As soon as Song Chang's car started, someone squeezed in from the car.

He was surprised: "Mr. Fu?"

Fu Wenzhou said with a dark face: "Driving."

Song Chang looked at Song Qingyou through the rearview mirror, who sighed softly and said, "Open it."
Chapter completed!