Hearing the sound of the door opening, Fu Wenzhou raised his head. His eyes were full of fatigue, and his ears were red from the cold. His eyes were dark and dead, and he just stared at the person in front of him for a moment.

The blood on the finger bones has dried, but it is still shocking.

Song Qingyou was stunned again and again, "You, you stood here all night?"

Fu Wenzhou's coat seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and even his hair was icy. His face was pale from the cold, and he had no human warmth at all.

He moved his lips and his voice was so harsh that he said, "You..."

He only said one word and then stopped because he thought of how she said not to call her Youyou when he was in the hospital.

If she doesn't let him bark, he won't bark.

Song Qingyou felt so sad that she stretched out her hand to pull her into the house. Every winter, the heating in her room never went off.

There was a huge difference between the room and the outside, and Fu Wenzhou's frozen body gradually warmed up.

Song Qingyou felt distressed and angry, and poured him a glass of hot water: "Are you a fool? You stand on the corridor all night in the winter, your house is opposite, and you don't know how to go home?"

Fu Wenzhou was holding the water glass, his frozen fingers had no feeling at all, and he was holding it with perseverance.

"The house is sold."

"..."

He explained: "I wanted to move in with you, but I was afraid you wouldn't agree, so I sold the house."

Song Qingyou was really angry, "Fu Wenzhou, is there something wrong with your brain?"

When she scolded him, he listened and didn't refute, but just kept his eyes on her.

Like a puppy that was punished and locked out by its owner for making a mistake, it waited in place all night, frozen like an icicle, and refused to leave without any complaints, hoping that its owner would forgive it the next day.

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Song Qingyou lowered her eyes and saw his injured hand, and her heart throbbed uncontrollably.

Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple rolled up and his voice was hoarse: "Don't be angry."

Song Qingyou covered her heart, and something seemed to come out and take root inside.

She raised her eyes: "Come here."

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were a little red. He wanted to hug her, but he was too cold and he didn't dare.

His body was warm, and the heater was turned on enough. When the cold air on his body melted away, he took off his frosty coat, slowly walked over and put his arms around her waist, nuzzling her warm and white neck, "

If you don’t like it, I won’t do it, so don’t be angry with me, okay?”

His eyes were full of anxiety and confusion, and his tone was cautiously probing.

As if he was deeply afraid that she would say no.

Song Qingyou raised her hand to touch Fu Wenzhou's chin, and sighed, as if to compromise: "Song Yuan or anyone else is not worthy of our crime. Compared with death, life is worse than death, which makes people more desperate."

She gently followed his back: "Do you understand?"

"Yeah." Fu Wenzhou hugged Song Qingyou tighter, wishing he could rub Song Qingyou into his bones and blood.

Song Qingyou's breathing was a little rough, and she endured not coughing. She waited until the person was calmed down before letting him go to take the medicine.

Fu Wenzhou followed her like a large dog, never leaving her.

"Stay here and don't move." Song Qingyou said softly.

Fu Wenzhou paused and stood there obediently. He waited for her to come out with the medicine box before he went up to meet her.

Song Qingyou asked him to sit on the sofa and sat beside him.

Fu Wenzhou never took his eyes off her for a moment and stood outside the door freezing all night. This was his punishment for making her angry.

After finally coaxing the person, Fu Wenzhou dared not let him go no matter what.

Song Qingyou took out the iodophor: "Stretch out your hand."

Fu Wenzhou stretched out his hand.

Song Qingyou held his palm and couldn't help but frown after seeing the wound clearly.

It’s okay for this person to be cruel to others, but why is he so cruel to himself?

With your hand injured like this, how much force must you use?

Song Qingyou carefully disinfected him, applied medicine, and wrapped him with gauze.

The way she lowered her head to bandage him carefully made Fu Wenzhou feel like he was licking honey. The corners of his lips couldn't help but rise, and he lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek.

Song Qingyou was stunned by his kiss, "What are you doing?"

"Kiss you." Fu Wenzhou felt very itchy. If he wanted to hug her and kiss her, it would be better to be more intimate. "Youyou, I like you so much."

Song Qingyou's cheeks heated up, as if questioning: "Do you like it that much?"

Fu Wenzhou nodded: "Yes, I like it that much."

Song Qingyou's earlobes felt hot, so she leaned forward and kissed his lips as a reward for his obedience this time.

Fu Wenzhou looked at her flattered, his eyes wet and hot: "Youyou..."

Song Qingyou thought he was dissatisfied, so she blushed and pecked his lips again, and left him at the first touch.

She had lived for twenty-four years and had never done anything like this. She was used to being cold and cold, so she felt a little embarrassed.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were red, he was clearly enduring a lot of pain, and his eyes were extremely sticky.

Song Qingyou blushed slightly and packed up the medicine box, "I want to go to the hospital."

Fu Wenzhou became nervous when he heard the word hospital, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Song Qingyou thought that she felt uncomfortable every day, but she didn't say anything and simply said: "Today is the day for the biannual reexamination."

"I'll go with you." Fu Wenzhou's tone refused.

"You didn't sleep all night last night and didn't rest?" Song Qingyou frowned.

Fu Wenzhou said nonchalantly: "No, I'll accompany you."

Song Qingyou thought for a while and said, "Then drive your car. I just asked Uncle Chang to help me with something."

Fu Wenzhou kissed her again before standing up to get the car keys.

Carefully carrying Song Qingyou downstairs, a neighbor's grandmother bumped into her and smiled at them: "Hey, have you coaxed your wife?"

Fu Wenzhou smiled proudly: "Well, I've coaxed you."

The old lady smiled and looked at Song Qingyou: "This girl is so handsome, no wonder you are so interested in her."

"Of course." Fu Wenzhou was quite arrogant.

Song Qingyou was confused after hearing this. After the neighbor's aunt left, she asked him: "What wife?"

Fu Wenzhou touched his nose and cleared his throat: "I met him last night and asked me what I was doing standing outside in the winter. I said I made my wife angry and was kicked out of the house."

Song Qingyou:......

Who is his wife!

Why is this man not ashamed?

She blushed again and glared at Fu Wenzhou.

Fu Wenzhou's lips curved into a smile, his eyes were endearing, and his voice was low and determined: "Youyou, you have to marry me sooner or later."

Even if you don't like him, it's okay. Isn't it said that love grows over time? Love will naturally grow over time.

As long as he persists and perseveres, sooner or later the name Song Qingyou will appear in his household register.

Fu Wenzhou took care of her even more considerately than Song Chang did. It was only half an hour away. Not only did he prepare hot water, he even washed the fruits and played her favorite music.

The car drove smoothly to the hospital. Because she had made an appointment in advance, Song Qingyou underwent a full body examination as soon as she arrived.
Chapter completed!