After hanging up the phone, Song Qingyou looked at the calendar beside the bed and murmured: "Go home for the New Year... I should prepare some gifts to take back."

Song Qingyou changed her clothes and called Song Chang.

"Uncle Chang."

Song Chang was doing errands outside. As soon as the bell rang, he picked up the phone and said, "What's wrong, Miss?"

Song Qingyou said: "What's going on over there in Song Dynasty?"

Song Changdao: "He has been tricked. Now he has given all his valuable projects to Qing Ning. When we close the net, Song Shi will have nothing."

Song Qingyou thought for a while and said: "Close the Internet cafe."

"Now?" Song Chang asked doubtfully: "Didn't you say after the New Year before?"

Song Qingyou said calmly: "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the Song family always has to be restless to make this year unforgettable for them."

Song Shi and Song Wei had no shares in the Song family. What Song Chen had was forced by his secretary mother to help him plan it. Song Shi and Song Wei's mother was an out-and-out rural person and was not good at it.

The intrigues in a wealthy family.

So when it comes to Song Shi, Song Qingyou will fall from the position of president as long as he breaks his trust in the Song family.

Once all the projects under Song Shi's hands went wrong, Song Shi had only two choices left.

First, he misappropriated the Song family's public funds behind Song Yuan's back to fill the funding gap and maintain his position in the Song family. Second, he had no choice but to step down.

No matter which one he chooses, the Song family will not have a good year.

Song Chen had strong limbs and a simple mind, so it was easy to deal with him, but Song Shi was different. Song Qingyou spent three years to achieve this step.

Song Qingyou breathed out slowly and locked her eyes on the photo frame on the bedside.

It was a photo that had been cut into pieces, and was carefully glued bit by bit by the owner. It was old and yellowed.

She stretched out her hand and gently touched the edge of the photo frame with her fingertips. The tip of her nose was sour and the corners of her eyes were wet. Song Qingyou raised her head and did not let the tears fall.

This is the only photo left by her mother, but Song Wei cut it into pieces, including her hair.

WeChat dinged, and Song Qingyou glanced at it. It was a message from Bai Yan urging him to go quickly.

Song Qingyou picked up the pearl bag and walked out.

Fu Wenzhou was holding Qunchu in his arms and was booking tomorrow's surgery on his mobile phone. When he heard the noise, he looked up and saw Song Qingyou walking to the door and changing her shoes.

He frowned: "Where are you going?"

Song Qingyou put on a white down jacket, which made her face look very small: "I'm having dinner at a friend's house."

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows: "Yan Miao?"

Song Qingyou shook her head: "No, you don't know him."

Fu Wenzhou's eyebrows furrowed even deeper. There was actually someone beside her that she didn't even recognize?

Seeing someone push open the door, Fu Wenzhou's eyes darkened, he stepped forward and grabbed her wrist: "I want to come with you."

Song Qingyou looked back at the big palm on her wrist: "You want to come with me when I go to my friend's house?"

"Yes." Fu Wenzhou said in a matter-of-fact tone: "I will go with you wherever you go. It doesn't matter what you do."

Song Qingyou pondered for a while and looked at him with watery eyes: "Fu Wenzhou, do you have nothing to do? Even if we are together now, we should give each other some space. I don't like people watching everything. I hope you can understand and respect me.

.And I have a lot of things to do every day, so I can’t be bored with you all the time, do you understand?”

Fu Wenzhou's face became depressed, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he slowly let go of his hand after a while.

Song Qingyou raised her hand and pulled the man's collar, stood up on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, "Reward."

Fu Wenzhou grinded his back molars, pinched her cheeks with his backhand when she left, and kissed her hard on the lips that always had nothing nice to say. He didn't let go until she was out of breath from the kiss.

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"Song Qingyou, don't come back too late."

Song Qingyou gasped lightly, her eyes watery, "I know."

It was freezing cold outside, so Song Qingyou wrapped her down jacket tightly. Song Chang came back just in time. When he saw her coming out, he hurriedly greeted her: "Miss, get in the car quickly."

The Bai family lives in the suburbs, relatively close to Prison No. 12, but a bit far from the city.

There was a traffic jam at this point and it started to snow again, so Song Chang drove for more than an hour to get there.

From a distance, I saw a man standing at the door of Bai's house, standing upright against the wind and snow.

When the car drove over, he made a slight movement and walked towards the car while holding an umbrella.

Song Qingyou got off the car, the white down on her body blended with the heavy snow, as if she was in the smoke and mist, her black hair was like a waterfall, and her face was as beautiful as a morning beauty, but her skin was missing a trace of blood, making her look unusually pale.

As soon as her feet landed, a black umbrella was held above her head, accompanied by a deep and deep voice.

"Qingyou, long time no see."

Song Qingyou raised her eyes slightly, and when she saw her face clearly, there was a smile in her eyes: "When did Brother Li come back?"

"The day before yesterday." Bai Li said.

Song Qingyou was surprised for a moment: "Then why didn't you come to me?"

Bai Li was silent for a moment: "Looking for it, I met another man at the door of your house. He said you had moved."

Song Qingyou: "..."

She pursed her lips and walked in side by side with Bai Li, "He's joking, you should contact me directly."

"Dad said you would come over today, so I didn't bother you." Bai Li paused and asked, "Who is he."

Song Qingyou stepped into the house, and the warmth swept through her body. It was completely different from the temperature outside. She dusted off the wind and snow on her pants and said:

"My boyfriend."

Bai Li's footsteps following him suddenly stopped, "Didn't you divorce Fu Tingshen?"

Song Qingyou took off her down jacket and hung it on the shelf: "His name is Fu Wenzhou. He is Fu Tingshen's nephew. We have been together for some time."

"Nephew?" Bai Li frowned deeper and looked gloomy, "Are you with your ex-husband's nephew?"

Song Qingyou's eyes moved slightly. Bai Li was a solid soldier. He grew up in the army and had a rigid and stubborn mind. In his eyes, it was probably ridiculous that he and his ex-husband's nephew became boyfriend and girlfriend.

However, she didn't want to explain the matter specifically, so she simply avoided the topic: "Where is Uncle Bai?"

Bai Li frowned: "In the kitchen."

Song Qingyou nodded: "Then I'll go to the kitchen and have a look."

Bai Li grabbed her and said, "There's a lot of fumes, so don't go in."

Song Qingyou lowered her eyes and looked at his hand holding her wrist, feeling a strange feeling in her heart. It was strange that she didn't feel any resistance when Fu Wenzhou grabbed her hand like this.

Song Qingyou broke away calmly, "When will Brother Li take office?"

Bai Li looked at her avoiding him, and his expression darkened: "After the new year, I'll go there when my dad gets his transfer letter."

After a pause, he gestured in the air again: "You were only fourteen the year I left. I didn't expect you to have grown so big in a blink of an eye."

Song Qingyou smiled: "After all, ten years have passed."

Bai Li's eyes were as deep as a deep pool, and his gaze was firmly locked on Song Qingyou's face.

The girl's smile is still as charming as before.
Chapter completed!