Song Qingyou was discharged from the hospital the day after she woke up. After recuperating at home for nearly half a month, her body recovered to almost the same level as before. She no longer gasped every three steps and coughed every two steps.

Fu Wenzhou went around buying those nourishing and rare medicinal materials at high prices all day long, and had to watch Song Qingyou drink them every day to feel at ease.

The medicine was extremely bitter, and Song Qingyou cried every time she drank it.

At this time, Fu Wenzhou showed his extremely shameless skills, coaxing her with words of "youyou" and "sister", tricking her into drinking.

What Song Chang saw when he came in was this scene——

His young lady was held in Mr. Fu's arms, sitting on his lap, and coaxed her softly.

For a moment, Song Chang felt that what Mr. Fu was holding was not his young lady, but his ancestor.

How can anyone be so comfortable with serving people?

Song Chang didn't want to disturb them, but today's matter was very important and he had to tell the lady. He coughed dryly: "Miss, Mr. Fu."

Song Qingyou saw that Song Chang wanted to get off of Fu Wenzhou, but Fu Wenzhou held her down firmly and wouldn't let her move even an inch.

Song Qingyou glared at him angrily, and the latter smiled indifferently.

Song Chang hesitated and did not speak.

Song Qingyou said: "Just tell Uncle Chang."

Song Chang then spoke: "Song Chen has been gambling in Binhai during this time. It is said that he was dragged there by his friends. Now he has lost tens of millions there. After losing again last night, he shouted for money.

Do a big job and win back the money in one go."

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows, "Is there a cruise ship party in Binhai tomorrow night?"

Song Chang was a little surprised. How could Mr. Fu know so much about the outside world when he stayed with the young lady all day long?

He nodded: "Yes, it is said to be run by the Binhai Jiang family."

Binhai is full of casinos, and it is the only city in China that can legally open casinos. The Jiang family made their fortune from casinos and has deep roots in Binhai.

Unlike the separation of the aristocratic families in the capital, anyone with some power in Binhai has to give face to the Jiang family, which shows their status in Binhai.

After Song Qingyou thought for a moment, she raised her eyes: "What time will it be tomorrow night? Is it too late to book a flight now?"

Song Chang said: "It's too late, I've already ordered it."

Song Qingyou nodded after hearing this, "Okay."

Fu Wenzhou frowned, with an unhappy look on his face: "You have just recovered and want to go out again? The wind is strong over the seaside, what should I do if it blows?"

Song Qingyou glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to say to Song Chang: "Uncle Chang, please pack your things, let's..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted excitedly by the man: "You want to throw me away?"

Song Qingyou said expressionlessly: "You are not afraid of the wind."

Fu Wenzhou: "..."

Is he afraid of the wind? He is afraid of her being blown by the wind!

Fu Wenzhou was angry, but he didn't dare to express it. After holding it in for a long time, he said, "I'll go too."

Song Qingyou curled her lips, but it passed quickly without him noticing, pretending to be thinking.

Fu Wenzhou was afraid of her rejection, so he lowered his attitude: "Sister..."

Song Qingyou relented: "Okay."

Fu Wenzhou became happy again and kissed that porcelain-white face.

Song Chang's eyes twitched.

Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu, you are really a top-notch lover and silly and sweet...

It's too easy for young ladies to manipulate me.

Fu Wenzhou raised his tail like a favored large dog: "Uncle Chang, I will take care of Youyou's things from now on. You should rest more as you get older."

Song Chang laughed dryly twice: "As long as Mr. Fu is happy."

Song Qingyou didn't know what she thought of, and her eyebrows suddenly frowned: "Where's the porridge?"

It seems she hasn't seen it since she came home from the hospital.

Fu Wenzhou was stunned for a moment, feeling a little guilty, "At... home."

"Yalin Villa?"

"……right."

Song Qingyou said "Oh" and said quietly: "Go to Binhai and bring the porridge with you."

Fu Wenzhou was displeased: "Why are you taking a cat there?"

"Would you like to take it with you?"

"...Bring it on." Fu Wenzhou replied angrily.

Why do I always feel like I'm worse than a cat in Youyou's heart?

If Zhouzhou wants to go, he has to ask for it, but if he doesn’t go, he has to take it with him.

Oh.

After Song Chang left, Fu Wenzhou carried Song Qingyou around in a circle, placed her on the recliner, and massaged her white jade-like legs.

His palms were warm and the intensity of the kneading was just right. Song Qingyou closed her eyes in enjoyment.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were dark, and the soft and smooth touch under his palm made him distracted. He stared at those jade-footed eyes without blinking, and the thick desire in his eyes was about to well up.

He has never figured out why someone can have such beautiful feet.

The more Fu Wenzhou stared, the more focused he became. He turned on the heater enough that he actually felt a little hot.

When he spoke, his voice was astringent and hoarse: "Youyou, bring the porridge back. I want to ask you for something."

"What are you asking for?" Song Qingyou felt sleepy and asked casually.

What were you asking for? Fu Wenzhou didn't say anything. He just stared at those snow-white and tender feet, his eyes deepened, his Adam's apple visibly rolled, he stopped and hummed.

In the afternoon, Liang Zhenzhen was happily playing with the cat. Although the cat raised its head and refused to pay attention to her, she still enjoyed it with the cat teasing stick.

Liang Muchuan came down from upstairs and saw his sister playing with the cat. When he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a voice.

"Liang Muchuan, where is my cat."

Apart from Fu Wenzhou, there is no other person with this lazy and unruly tone.

Liang Muchuan looked up and saw an uninvited guest at the door. He tutted: "Why did you come to my house when you are not at home with your beloved Youyou?"

Facing the disdain and ridicule from his friends, Fu Wenzhou remained unmoved: "I'll get the cat."

Liang Muchuan said amusedly: "Fu Wenzhou, do you want to be shameless? Is there any reason why you should take back the things you gave away?"

Fu Wenzhou: "The cat is mine, and I belong to Song Qingyou, so the cat belongs to Song Qingyou, and she didn't agree to give it to you."

Liang Muchuan: "..." The logic is touching.

Porridge's nose was very sharp. As soon as she smelled her owner's scent, she rushed out of Liang Zhenzhen's arms and ran towards Fu Wenzhou. She stopped in front of him and meowed twice, as if to accuse the owner of abandoning it.

Fu Wenzhou bent down and picked up the cat in his arms from the ground, "Thank you, the land in the eastern suburbs will be treated as a thank you gift for your sister to take care of Congee for so many days. I will go to Chen Shu to sign the contract tomorrow."

Liang Muchuan gave him a thumbs up: "Mr. Fu is very generous."

Liang Zhenzhen burst into tears when she saw Maoyan looking at her and was about to be taken away.

Fu Wenzhou didn't know how to coax children, so he squatted down in front of Liang Zhenzhen with the cat in his arms, "Brother Gu Bai has a pet snake at home, I'll let him give it to you to play with tomorrow."

Liang Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment and cried even louder.

Fu Wenzhou: "..."
Chapter completed!