Song Qingyou was half asleep and half awake when she felt a stove pressed against her back. It was warm and comfortable.

The body that was originally curled up due to the cold slowly stretched, and took the initiative to move back, getting closer to the heat source on the back.

"Hiss" Fu Wenzhou grunted, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. He endured the discomfort but did not move away. He stretched out his long arms and wrapped Song Qingyou in his arms.

His lips rubbed against Song Qingyou's neck again and again, and his voice sounded depressed and aggrieved: "Youyou, I haven't eaten. I've been waiting for you."

The confused Song Qingyou didn't hear clearly, but subconsciously opened her lips: "Huh?"

Fu Wenzhou moved up the girl's neck and kissed her earlobe softly: "You have never called me brother."

Song Qingyou felt itchy from being kissed, so she opened her sleepy eyelids and hid: "You are younger than me."

Fu Wenzhou was stunned, but for a moment, he lowered his eyebrows and bit the piece of soft flesh like punishment: "You can also call me brother."

Song Qingyou was so sleepy that she didn't reply to him. When she was about to fall asleep with her eyes closed, she kissed him so thinly that she woke up.

When the love reached its peak, Song Qingyou gasped for breath and cried out in a coquettish voice to stop.

Fu Wenzhou refused to let her go. The two shadows on the dim wall seemed to be intertwined into one, and big beads of sweat rolled down.

"Song Qingyou, call me brother." The man's voice was hoarse and mixed with strong lust. His tone seemed to be harsh, but his movements were slow and gentle.

"No... get out of here." He raised his neck and said with a trembling voice: "Fu Wenzhou, you are disobedient."

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were dark, as deep as a deep pool, scary and crazy. He leaned forward and kissed Song Qingyou's ear. Song Qingyou turned her head and dodged. He chased after her again, but he couldn't escape.

"Call me brother." He lifted Song Qingyou's hands and fixed them on his shoulders, coaxing her in a low voice with a very hoarse voice: "Youyou, be good, call me brother."

He deliberately slowed down and was very patient. Even Song Qingyou's breathing was trembling, and finally she couldn't bear it anymore and let out a soft cry.

"elder brother……"

Fu Wenzhou sighed with satisfaction, hugged the person under him with all his strength, and gave all of himself to her.

The next morning, heavy snow had drifted all night, dyeing the window white, and the sun shone on the window sill, making the room full of beauty.

It was almost noon when Song Qingyou slowly opened her eyes. She moved, her waist was sore and weak, and even her bones had no strength.

Song Qingyou raised her hand to find her cell phone, but found that there were teeth marks between her fingers. Thinking of what happened last night, her face changed, and then she thought of how Fu Wenzhou forced her to call her brother, and a slight blush appeared on her cheeks.

Ashamed and annoyed.

The door was pushed open, and Fu Wenzhou came in with milk, his face full of satisfaction, "Youyou, wake up."

When Song Qingyou thought of the brother's voice last night, she didn't want to pay attention to him at all. She turned her face away and got dressed instead of picking up the glass of milk.

Fu Wenzhou followed her and sighed: "Why is my sister so vindictive?"

"..."

Song Qingyou looked back and glared at him, "You call me sister now?"

"I was wrong." Fu Wenzhou said he was wrong, but there was no sign of doing anything wrong on his face. "Sister, drink the milk."

Song Qingyou's legs were trembling, weak and sore. She forced herself to walk a few steps. As soon as she entered the bathroom, she locked Fu Wenzhou and the glass of milk out.

When he turned around, he finally couldn't hold on and stood holding the sink, his face turned red and black.

In the end, he couldn't help but cursed: "Beast!"

Song Qingyou waited for a long time before opening the door and going out. Fu Wenzhou stood motionless with the milk in his hands. When he saw her coming out, he whispered: "I'm going to heat the milk."

After a pause, he asked again: "Do you want me to carry you away, sister?"

Song Qingyou: "..."

Now she was really annoyed: "Fu Wenzhou!"

Fu Wenzhou chuckled, bent down and lifted the person up with one hand, and walked out holding the milk in one hand and holding the person in the other.

Song Qingyou was so angry that she didn't dare to struggle, fearing that the milk would spill if she made a big move.

Fu Wenzhou gently put her on the sofa, heated up the milk and brought it back to her.

Song Qingyou didn't refuse this time. She had exhausted too much energy and was indeed a little hungry.

After finishing the milk, Fu Wenzhou served her another bowl of porridge. Song Qingyou was tortured so much last night that her arms had no strength and she was too lazy to move.

Seeing that she didn't even raise her hand, Fu Wenzhou knelt down beside her, took a spoonful of it and handed it to her lips: "Youyou, open your mouth."

Song Qingyou glanced at him, her red lips parted slightly, and the fragrant and soft rice porridge filled her mouth and melted in her mouth.

She raised her eyebrows: "How long did it take?"

Fu Wenzhou scooped up another spoonful: "I cooked it for three hours last night and another four hours this morning in a casserole over low heat. Does it taste good?"

Song Qingyou opened her mouth to eat it and said vaguely: "It's okay."

In fact, it tastes very good, but Song Qingyou is still angry now, but she just doesn't want to praise him.

Fu Wenzhou squatted there and fed her spoonful after spoonful. Song Qingyou was not so angry after eating and drinking enough. She reached out and rubbed his black hair twice, and felt that the texture was getting better, vaguely better than porridge.

posture.

Thinking of Congee, she suddenly said: "Where is Congee?"

Fu Wenzhou said casually: "Sent to the hospital for sterilization."

Song Qingyou: "...Did you really give it away?"

"Yes." Fu Wenzhou responded casually: "The doctor said that parents should not be around during the operation, otherwise the cat will take revenge after the operation."

Song Qingyou choked and said to her heart that you were afraid of being retaliated against even though you had made her have no descendants...

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Song Qingyou kicked Fu Wenzhou: "Go and open the door."

Fu Wenzhou clasped her ankle with his big palm. Song Qingyou was not wearing socks, and the instep of her foot was white. He kissed it before standing up, but not towards the door.

Song Qingyou frowned in confusion. Just as she was about to ask him why he didn't open the door, she saw him turning back with a pair of fluffy socks in his hand.

The bell rang quickly outside the door.

Song Qingyou urged him: "Open the door."

Fu Wenzhou knelt down in front of her, held her ankles with his palms and put the white jade feet on his legs. He took out his socks and put them on for her before getting up and opening the door.

When the door opened, Fu Wenzhou's expression suddenly changed and he became visibly colder.

He was tall and had long legs. Song Qingyou couldn't see the person outside the door, so she asked, "Is it Uncle Chang?"
Chapter completed!