Song Qingyou took the inspection report and felt calm inside.

The result was as expected. She looked back at Fu Wenzhou, who was silent and sullen, and couldn't help but laugh: "Isn't there still Master Yunfang? When you find him, my disease will be cured."

She was probably trying to coax him, but Fu Wenzhou took it seriously and gritted his teeth and said, "We won't come to this hospital anymore. We are all quacks."

Fu Wenzhou's heart ached with pain when he thought that the doctor just said that his pomelo was a chronic disease that was difficult to cure.

She has heard these words from the hospital for many years and has long been immune to them. She chuckled and said, "Okay, I won't come."

The depressed energy gathering in Fu Wenzhou's chest had finally dissipated, but deep down he was still worried. He had to speed up to find Yun Fang.

After returning home, Song Qingyou took a rest. Fu Wenzhou moved all the things over by himself. He didn't dare to clean them now for fear of disturbing her. He sat alone in the study, staring at the screen of his mobile phone, as if looking at some precious treasure.

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He took out the tattoo needle from the drawer, found a mirror, and carefully made incisions on the back of his neck with focused eyes.

As time passed slowly, the tattoo gradually took shape - it turned out to be the back of Song Qingyou lying on the bed after the two had sex for the first time that day.

The red mole on the back is lifelike, the hair is flowing, holy and charming.

This extreme sense of contradiction has a fatal attraction, and the flesh on the back of the neck seems to be alive.

Fu Wenzhou rubbed the back of his neck with his fingertips for a long time before carefully putting it away and wearing it around his neck.

Song Qingyou learned that he had carved this thing two days later.

The news was overwhelming, and it was difficult for her not to know.

Song Qingyou clicked on the trending video sent by Yan Miao.

P.S.: Damn it, this is you!!! I remember you have a red mole on your back???

In the video, Fu Wenzhou is being interviewed by a live financial broadcast.

The host asked him: "Does this tattoo on the back of Mr. Fu's neck have any meaning? It seems to me that it is a woman."

Fu Wenzhou's neckline is very low, and if you turn slightly sideways, you can see the entire tattoo.

Her voice was low and sexy: "You are the love of my life."

Song Qingyou choked for breath and suddenly coughed loudly. She coughed until the blush on her face faded and turned pale, and she managed to suppress the itching in her throat.

As soon as this interview was exposed, it topped the list of trending searches, and many people began to speculate on who the 'love of this life' mentioned by the powerful Mr. Fu in Beijing was.

Later, someone uncovered a photo of Fu Wenzhou getting drunk late at night and kissing a mysterious woman on the street. However, the photo was taken at night, and the woman's face was hidden in the night. Only her fair and beautiful neck could be seen in the photo.

There were divergent opinions about the identity of this ‘beloved’.

Song Qingyou stared at the photo, her fingertips turning white.

This was the first time Fu Wenzhou came to see her under the pretense of drunkenness two years ago. At that time, she was afraid that he would really drink too much and end up in the hospital, so she had no choice but to come over.

She didn't expect this lunatic to come up to him and kiss her. She couldn't escape even if she wanted to. There was a disparity in strength between men and women, so she had no choice but to bear it.

Song Qingyou was a little lucky that her face was not photographed.

If the face is photographed...

Song Qingyou closed her eyes and curled her lips into a wry smile.

Then he and Fu Wenzhou would become the laughing stock of the whole capital.

The aunt and the nephew are together. It sounds like such a chaotic relationship.

A wealthy family is most concerned about reputation, and no matter how bad things are inside, it must be glamorous on the outside. Once such a shameless relationship is exposed, how will she and Fu Wenzhou get along with each other in the future?

At least until she takes back the Song family, this relationship must not be made public.

Otherwise, how could she maintain her trust in front of those old foxes?

Late at night, the snow was getting heavier and heavier. Amidst the wind and snow, the sound of machinery sounded and the door was gently closed.

Someone approached Song Qingyou, but before she leaned over, Song Qingyou spoke first: "Go to bed."

The man froze in place obediently and did not come forward, but he did not turn around and leave, "I want to tattoo you on my body. I answered the question as soon as the man asked. I didn't think too much about it, and I didn't know it would cause such a big fuss."

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Song Qingyou was shocked by his shamelessness and turned over and ignored him.

The moonlight lingered on the side of her face, illuminating her earlobes like crystal-white jade, which were white and moist, making people want to take a bite on them and ravage them until they turned red.

Fu Wenzhou looked at her again and again, and then he took action when he was satisfied. He turned over on the bed and leaned against her back. He passed his hands under her waist and held her in his arms: "I know you are afraid that others will know about our relationship, so I didn't mention it.

Your name. Do you want to be angry too?"

Song Qingyou closed her eyes and said nothing, listening to him talking to himself.

"Is it such a shame to be with me? I am Fu Tingshen's nephew and not yours. If you divorce him, we will no longer have that title, so what's the point of being together? It's the turn of those old guys to say something

Dao Si? If you still feel bad, then I will sever ties with Fu Tingshen."

He lowered his voice and became hoarse: "Youyou, you can't sleep because I'm irresponsible."

Song Qingyou turned over unbearably, stretched out her hand and poked his chest: "I've left you alone to say all the nice things, are you done yet? Did I say I was angry?"

Fu Wenzhou hugged her, rubbed the corner of her lips, and then the tip of her nose: "If you're not angry, you asked me to go to the second bedroom. I won't go anywhere, I'll just hold you to sleep."

Song Qingyou struggled to break away, "Also, who among us will sleep with whom?"

Fu Wenzhou sniffed her scent, and the more he smelled it, the more addictive it became. It was like spiritual nourishment. He stretched out his hand to touch Song Qingyou's earlobe, and kneaded it as he wished: "Sister, are you uncomfortable when I serve you?"

Song Qingyou was speechless and her cheeks were hot.

"You, can you stop saying this all the time in the future?"

Fu Wenzhou lowered his head and sucked the piece of soft flesh that he had just played with, "Sister, can I kiss you."

Song Qingyou blushed unbelievably, feeling a little embarrassed.

If you want to kiss her, just kiss her, and you have to ask her a question intentionally to tease her.

Song Qingyou stretched out her hand to push him and wanted to turn around and ignore him.

However, his hands were held by his backhand, and his big palms wrapped hers and brought her into bed. When the soft palms touched her, Song Qingyou blushed suddenly, and tried to take them back with trembling hands, but was firmly restrained, her fingertips

I wanted to retract it, but accidentally bumped into it again.

Fu Wenzhou suddenly took a breath and said in a low voice: "Fairy."

Song Qingyou couldn't stand hearing him blame her for teasing him because he had gone too far, so she raised her eyes and glared at him.

Fu Wenzhou Quan pretended not to notice, and lowered his voice to coax her: "Youyou..."

"Shut up, no!" Song Qingyou refused without hesitation.

Fu Wenzhou breathed heavily, kissed her eyes, and coaxed in a low voice: "Sister, help me, okay?"

Song Qingyou: "..."

The night is thick and snowflakes are falling.
Chapter completed!