"Grapefruit, Song Chang, can you count it, it's snowing outside?"

Bai Yan was wearing an apron and a spatula in his hands. He couldn't see that he was the fearful prison chief in the prison No. 12, known as the Purgatory on earth.

Song Chang just stopped the car and came in, and quickly went to the kitchen to help: "It's big, it's quite big, can you not block it for so long."

"If you want to say you, you should start early. The weather forecast said that there is snow today. You still have to hold a little bit." Bai Yan said while handing the spatula to Song Chang, and the two went to the kitchen to put the food and end the food.

It's out.

Bai Yan greeted everyone to sit down and gathered with Song Chang's friends. There are always endless words.

Song Qingyou looked up at the clocks on the wall. It was almost 8 o'clock, and I didn't know if Fu Wenzhou would eat it.

Bai Li saw that she kept staring at the clock, her eyes were deep, and she put her pickled fish in front of her.

Song Qingyou stunned, and pushed the dishes back again: "Thank you, no more."

In fact, she doesn't like to eat fish, but she only likes to eat the position of near the gills. The fry to the meat is the most and the tender. Fu Wenzhou always helps her to pick up the best piece of food to her.

Most of the problems of Song Qingyou picky eaters were used to Fu Wenzhou.

Even if it was a plate of vegetables, he could pick out the center's heart to give her, and to eat the leaves.

When she couldn't finish eating, he would take her bowl and eat the rest.

Bai Li didn't say anything. He stayed on the dishes pushed back for two seconds. He ate the fish inside.

Bai Yan noticed this scene. Bai Li's mind has always been clear about being a father. Over the years, he will ask how Song Qingyou will be used to call every call in the army over the years.

Knowing that Song Qinggou married someone three years ago, Bai Li directly reported special training. The date of the original reservation was extended for another three years. After three years, Song Qingyou divorced.

Woolen cloth.

Bai Yan felt that the two children had no fate, and he also knew that Song Qingyou didn't like his son at all.

Bai Yan is looking at the prisoner. He is the best to figure out people's hearts. What kind of people have lived for most of their lives have never seen it. Song Qingyou is really difficult to like someone, because her purpose is clear and sober, revenge in her world

It is the most important, all the rest are backward.

Two people have a stuffy gourd, one cold and cold, and it is not suitable at all.

His niece, Fu Wenzhou's skin is thicker than the city wall. Only the one who depends on the pity of the storm can retain her.

This is why Bai Yan even knows that Bai Li likes Song Qingyou, and he did not match them.

He opened the topic: "Grapefruit, you will not be in our family this year. When you arrive, you will come with Song Chang. Anyway, I’ m two people and Bai Li, and we are more lively together. ”

Song Qingyou paused his fingertips, raised his eyes and apologized, "Uncle Bai, this year I promised my boyfriend to live with him."

"Putting", the sound of broken chopsticks.

Song Qingyou froze.

Bai Yan Yan Yan said: "Bai Li, how can you eat chopsticks and break the chopsticks."

Bai Li Shen said: "No stability."

Song Qingyou frowned, and she always felt that Bai Li seemed to be different today.

But after thinking about it, she and Bai Li hadn't seen it for ten years, and some people have changed a little.

Song Qingyou didn't think too much. After eating, she said goodbye to Bai Yan and was ready to go back.

Bai Li sent them out, and the snow was still down. He supported the umbrella and followed Song Qinggou. The umbrella was tilted to her. Bai Li's shoulders fell a thick layer of snow.

Song Qingyou stood beside the car, his voice was soft, "Thank you brother Li, the snow is too big, you go back first."

Bai Li "um": "You get on the car first."

Song Qingyou nodded in the car.

Song Chang went in from the other side, and the car slowly started.

Not far away--

The fingers hanging out of the car window slowly pinched, and the knuckles showed a pale cold feeling.

The crow -like eyelashes were paved on the face, lifting her eyes slowly, watching the so -called 'friend' to help her with an umbrella intimately, driving the door.

It wasn't until the car left and could not see it completely that Fu Wenzhou slowly retracted his sight.

The snowflakes outside the window floated into the car and brought a chill.

Fu Wenzhou was ignorant and unknown. After a long time, the window was slowly closed.

He drove the speed to the maximum, don't live a way.

There is a Panshan Highway nearby. During the fork, Fu Wenzhou turned the car directly in.

After turning around, after a circle, the speed of the speed was 300, the wind sounded in the ears, just like the ghost in the dark night howl.

It wasn't until the pointer pointed at 11 o'clock that he dropped the speed and went to the city.

When Song Qingyou arrived home, he heard that there was movement in the kitchen.

She was stunned and took off her scarf and walked over: "Why are you cooking so late? Didn't you eat it?"

Fu Wenzhou is picking up the dishes at her back: "Tomorrow will make you winter porridge, and you must boil it in advance tonight."

Song Qingyou just came back from the outside, and she was very cold. She walked behind Fu Wenzhou and hugged the man's waist and pasted the whole person on his wide back.

Fu Wenzhou was very hot. Almost as soon as she posted it, she felt not so cold.

Song Qingyou said softly: "Fu Wenzhou, you are so warm."

Fu Wenzhou's back spine was slightly stiffened for a moment, wiped his hands with a towel, turned around and hugged people: "Is the rice be happy?"

Song Qingyou closed his eyes and enjoyed the comfort of the humanoid stove. "OK, what do you eat at night?"

When she speaks, if the tail sound is long, the tone is soft, a bit coquettish.

Fu Wenzhou was buried between her neck and smelled the smell of her body hard, and his voice was dumb: "I ate a bit, so cool on my body, go to take a bath first, the water has been put on you."

Song Qingyou squeezed his earlobe: "Why are you so good today."

"Sister." Fu Wenzhou's eyes were deep: "I told you everything, can you tell me everything? I didn't control you, I just want to know everything you."

Song Qingyou didn't understand how he suddenly said this, some inexplicable: "Do you want to know who I eat with me today?"

Fu Wenzhou was silent and asked, "Can you?"

Song Qingyou nodded: "A friend before my grandfather was my uncle. He helped me a lot of busyness. His son recently retired and returned, so he called me to have a meal together."

After speaking, she couldn't help laughing: "Fu Wenzhou, you seem to be deeply complained."

Fu Wenzhou: "..."

"I'm going to take a shower, you come over earlier, I'm cold." The weather was getting colder, and Fu Wenzhou was better than heating.

After Fu Wenzhou looked at the figure disappearing in his vision, his palm slowly tightened.

No one knows how jealous it is when he sees her when she is with other men.

But he must restrain his dark thoughts, and put those who are unspeakable, the sick possessiveness, back to the bone blood little by little.
Chapter completed!