Fu Wenzhou was in good health. He woke up early the next morning. The first thing he did when he woke up was to check whether Song Qingyou was awake. He called a doctor for consultation and waited with hope.

Several doctors looked at each other, and one of them sighed and mustered up the courage to say: "Mr. Fu, the patient shows no signs of improvement for the time being."

Fu Wenzhou suddenly froze on the spot, his eyes blank and confused: "Isn't it said that if you find the sacred mountain and pray to the Buddha sincerely, you will wake up?"

Afraid that Fu Wenzhou would wake up and go crazy later, the doctors withdrew one after another, not daring to provoke him.

Song Chang wanted to come forward to persuade him, but he didn't know what to say, so he sighed heavily and went out.

Gu Bai, Liang Muchuan and others thought Fu Wenzhou was crazy when they heard that he was looking for some sacred mountain in the middle of the night.

A person who has never believed in gods and Buddhas actually spent two whole days looking for the sacred mountain on a snowy day without eating or drinking, kneeling three times and nine times, praying every step of the way.

That’s more than two thousand steps!

Gu Bai angrily punched Fu Wenzhou as soon as he entered the door. He used to treat his ancestor well, but today he was really angry.

Xu Zezhan stopped him: "Okay, Gu Bai, look at what his body is like, can he still withstand your beating?"

Gu Bai said angrily: "Can't you live without Song Qingyou?"

Fu Wenzhou's face was swollen, but he didn't respond. He said expressionlessly: "Youyou Xijing, I want to make you go out and make a noise."

Gu Bai was completely speechless and stood there with a dark face, but he didn't yell any more.

Liang Muchuan stepped forward: "What are you going to do? If she doesn't wake up."

Xu Zezhan and Gu Bai took a deep breath and secretly sighed to Liang Muchuanyong.

I thought Fu Wenzhou would be furious and crazy, but he was very calm.

"Go and pick up the porridge from you. Doesn't your sister like cats?"

There is nothing unusual except for the dull voice.

Seeing that he was avoiding the question, Liang Muchuan did not ask further: "Isn't this your and Song Qingyou's treasure? Are you willing to give it away?"

Fu Wenzhou said: "I don't have time to take care of it."

This reason made sense. Fu Wenzhou was busy taking care of Song Qingyou, so he had no time to take care of a cat.

Liang Muchuan agreed.

In the next few days, Fu Wenzhou still stayed by Song Qingyou's side every day. Occasionally, he would go out in a hurry a few times, but he would come back very quickly. The time he went out would not exceed two hours each time.

Song Chang didn't know what he was doing, but he felt that Mr. Fu's temperament was much more stable these days.

At night, Fu Wenzhou came back from outside again, carrying the cold wind. He first went to the bathroom to take a shower and wash away the cold air, then went to bed and hugged Song Qingyou from behind.

"Youyou, today I went to pick a cemetery, Linhai. I remember you like the sea."

"I told Chen Shu that we will be buried together when the time comes."

"You don't have to worry about the company's affairs. I've already explained everything. Oh, and the Song family. That's your mother's home. I'm coming back. Song Yuan has left with those bastards."

Fu Wenzhou gently hugged her and turned her over, smelling the scent of her body and talking nonchalantly.

The ends of her eyes were stained with red stains, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eyes and dripped into Song Qingyou's pale lips.

Bingbing is cool and a bit astringent.

He spoke in a hoarse voice and hugged her hard: "Youyou, don't be afraid."

The wind is gradually rising, and the chill is biting. The howling north wind passes through the branches of the trees, making bursts of wild beast-like screams.

There seemed to be a very soft sigh.

"Why are you crying?"

The cold and thin sound tore a huge hole in the night, and countless hurricanes jumped out from this hole.

Fu Wenzhou's chest vibrated. He thought it was his auditory hallucination again, and he trembled and did not dare to open his eyes.

There was a warm touch on his cheek, and someone wiped away his tears.

"Fu Wenzhou."

There was another soft call.

Fu Wenzhou unconsciously exerted force on his palms, as if he was trying to rub the body in his arms into bone and blood.

"Cough!" Song Qingyou had just woken up and couldn't bear the tossing, so she coughed out with some rapid breathing.

Fu Wenzhou suddenly opened his eyes and saw clearly that the face in front of him that he had loved for many years was no longer pale and lifeless.

I was finally sure that I was not dreaming.

She really woke up.

The joy of regaining something was filled with Fu Wenzhou's heart. He was careful even when he touched her, "Youyou..."

His voice was unbearable, like a puppy that had been greatly wronged and in desperate need of sympathy from its owner.

Song Qingyou's cough gradually subsided and she raised her hand to rub his thick black hair: "Have you been obedient during this time?"

Fu Wenzhou nodded, his voice low and hoarse: "I didn't touch Fu Tingshen."

Song Qingyou knew his temper well, and this "movement" was limited to not killing Fu Tingshen.

She pushed her body and tried to sit up. During this time, she was actually conscious and could hear voices, but she couldn't hear clearly what was being said. Her vision was completely white, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open her eyes.

Fu Wenzhou stopped her from moving: "You just woke up and still need to rest."

Song Qingyou really had no strength, so she lay down again after hearing this.

She sniffed with the tip of her nose and suddenly frowned: "Why do you smell so strongly of sandalwood?"

Fu Wenzhou paused and said, "I have nothing to do these days and went to worship the Buddha."

Song Qingyou raised her eyes: "Don't you believe this?"

Fu Wenzhou hugged her and smiled: "I believe it now."

Song Qingyou nodded and said, "Fu Wenzhou, I'm thirsty."

Fu Wenzhou immediately stood up and poured water for her. He tested the temperature first and then fed her a spoonful of water.

Song Qingyou reached out and poked Fu Wenzhou in the face: "Who told you that I like cemeteries by the sea?"

Fu Wenzhou froze while holding the spoon, frowned and said, "It would be bad luck not to mention this."

His Youyou has woken up and is going to the Laoshizi Cemetery. Tomorrow he will have the land leveled.

Song Qingyou said a little funny: "Didn't you want to be buried with me just now? Now it's unlucky."

"That's what you just..." Fu Wenzhou didn't say the rest, his face was gloomy.

No one knows how scared he was during this period. He even explained his funeral arrangements.

Fortunately, fortunately she woke up.

Song Qingyou touched his face, "I'm just anxious to attack my heart. I'll wait until the stasis in my heart dissipates. It's not that easy to die."

If death was so easy, she would have died long ago when she was twelve years old.

Fu Wenzhou held the person in his arms and kissed her again and again, as if the kiss was not enough, "No one can hurt you anymore."

Song Qingyou suddenly asked: "What did you do to Fu Tingshen?"

Fu Wenzhou paused. He said he was afraid of her scolding him, but he was also afraid if he didn't.

Finally, he told the truth: "I asked someone to pull out his tongue."

Song Qingyou raised her eyebrows in surprise: "That's it?"

She almost died. What could Fu Wenzhou do if he just lacked a tongue?

Seeing her frown, Fu Wenzhou became more confident and began to claim credit again: "He is in Prison No. 12."

After saying that, he looked at Song Qingyou blankly.

Song Qingyou glanced at him, feeling more and more that he looked like the Tibetan mastiff that her grandfather had raised before, which was a loyal protector and liked to beg for favors.

She squinted her eyes and tentatively stretched out her hand to rub his head. The humanoid Tibetan Mastiff's eyes immediately lit up, and he even took the initiative to bring his head closer, begging for a second touch.

Song Qingyou: "..."

She pretended not to see it and turned away, "Find someone to look after him in prison."

Fu Wenzhou's face immediately darkened: "Take care?"

"Yeah." Song Qingyou didn't notice the anger of the dog next to her, and said quietly: "Don't he like to be forced? Let him taste the feeling of being forced in there."

Fu Wenzhou was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Sister, I have long said that we are a perfect match."

Song Qingyou was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Fu Wenzhou hugged her and gnawed: "They are all the same, and they will be repaid with cruelty and ruthlessness."
Chapter completed!