The two of them sat and stood together, as if they were automatically blocking out the outside world.

Song Qingyou lowered her eyes and looked at Fu Wenzhou's hand.

Those hands are very ornamental, with long fingers, large backs, and beautiful bones.

But now there are bloodstains all over the palm.

Song Qingyou frowned, her face as cold as ice, "How did you do it?"

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyes. His pupils were very dark, like the endless crescent moon. Just one glance could pull people into a deep whirlpool.

It was because of these eyes that Song Qingyou indulged him again and again in the past three years.

The man's voice was hoarse, "The cup broke on its own."

Song Qingyou: "?"

Broken hair stuck to her face, making her skin whiter and whiter, and there was a layer of doubt in her eyes like stars.

Gu Bai kindly explained (sarcastically) on the side: "He just saw you hugging James and went crazy, otherwise what else could have happened."

Xu Zezhan pulled Gu Bai over: "Can you die if you talk less?"

Gu Bai: "Fuck! What the hell happened to me again."

Xu Zezhan simply admired his brainless brother. He gritted his teeth and whispered: "Song Qingyou doesn't like others to care about her. Can't you see? What's the use of saying it."

Gu Bai: "...Then I can't let Fu Wenzhou suffer this injury in vain."

Xu Zezhan pulled his lips: "This is a matter of fighting or suffering. Fu Wenzhou himself is willing to provide for his ancestors, why do you care so much? Okay, let's go quickly, do you still think the wattage you are stuck in here is not bright enough?"

Gu Bai: "..."

Being roughly dragged away by Xu Zezhan, he touched his nose a little aggrievedly. Xu Zezhan glanced down at him, then reached out and rubbed the back of his head.

After the two left, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

"Explain it." Song Qingyou looked down at him, her eyebrows cold.

Fu Wenzhou glanced at Song Qingyou inch by inch, and spoke slowly: "It's just like Gu Bai said, I don't like you being with other men, let alone having physical contact with other men, and others looking at you, I almost want to dig out his eyes."

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were dark. He really wanted to chop off James' hands that touched her just now.

Song Qingyou looked at him without saying anything.

The corners of Fu Wenzhou's lips curved into a self-deprecating arc: "Youyou, are you unhappy?"

Song Qingyou looked at him condescendingly, stretched out her hand to lift his chin, and asked him to look at her: "Go home first and treat the wound."

Fu Wenzhou was holding fire in his heart and his eyes were sinister, but when Song Qingyou turned to leave, he still stood up and followed her obediently.

Everyone who witnessed everything was in awe.

The youngest daughter of the Song family beat the only daughter of the Ruan family. There is no difference in status between the two families, but the only difference is that Ruan Yinyin of the Ruan family is a daughter who grew up with many spoilers, while Song Qingyou is just an unpopular girl who was also favored by Song not long ago. The younger daughter who has been severing ties with her for a long time.

But the Fu family, this deviant and mad dog running amok in the capital, was willing to be her subordinate. In this scene just now, the status of the family was clear at a glance.

If this frail and sickly beauty had a mad dog to back her up, I'm afraid Ruan Yin Yin's two slaps today would have been in vain.

Someone in the crowd sneered coldly: "Song Qingyou left Fu Tingshen and found a big tree for herself. Gee, she is really lucky."

"Good luck? It's your face that's good, haha."

"That is, a woman who can seduce her brother-in-law and nephew at the same time is probably good in bed. It's a pity that we can't taste it."

In the center of the crowd, those people laughed and ridiculed without restraint.

Not far away, a man lowered his head slightly, holding half a cigarette between his fingers. The sporadic firelight was inconspicuous in the darkness, and half of his face was hidden in the darkness.

Standing next to him was a man about the same height as him, with a frivolous tone: "Shaoqin, what do you think Fu Wenzhou wants? He turned against the Fu family because of a woman, and was reputed to be dishonest. Others dare not say it to his face. What, privately, I don’t know how many people in the circle use him and Song Qingyou as a source of conversation after dinner."

After Yan Shaoqin took a deep breath, he slowly exhaled the smoke ring: "Yan Chen Gu Xu, Fu Liang Chujiang's circle, or your Chen Lie's circle?"

He glanced sideways, patted Chen Lie on the shoulder, and said in an indifferent and contemptuous tone: "Friends, circles and circles also have walls. From now on, keep your mouth clean. After all, trouble comes from your mouth."

What seemed like an understatement made Chen Lie shocked and frightened.

Yan Shaoqin obviously meant that these families had already included Song Qingyou in their circle. Who in the capital didn't know the powerful status of these nine families, and that the nine families checked and balanced each other. They were both competitors and friends.

The combination of nine families can shake half of the sky in the capital.

Now Song Qingyou actually...

What does this mean? It means that if you offend her Song Qingyou in the future, you will offend the other eight families.

Chen Lie didn't dare to say another word, and cold sweat was dripping from his forehead. He regretted his arrogance just now. Fu Wenzhou was already crazy enough, but they only dared to say it behind his back. Now eight of the nine families are facing Song Qingyou, Who dares to chew the back of her tongue?

Chen Lie cried and apologized repeatedly.

Yan Shaoqin sneered coldly and left with disdain in his eyes.

It was cold and windy outside. Song Qingyou originally came here to see if he could talk about some cooperation, but he didn't have time to talk about cooperation. Instead, he brought back a large dog that was prone to self-abuse.

Sitting in the car, she didn't bother to say a word.

Fu Wenzhou was sitting in the passenger seat with his cat in his arms. He was still angry at first, but when Song Qingyou stopped talking, he felt unsure again.

Time passed by, and Fu Wenzhou's anger had completely dissipated. His state of mind went from his wife avoiding our relationship to his wife being in love with other bad men to the extreme of my wife defending me in public and still feeling sorry for my injury. Am I wrong? change.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized it was his own problem.

Fu Wenzhou frowned and began to reflect. In the end, he firmly believed that everything was his fault.

Then I started to feel upset, regretful, and guilty.

By the time Song Chang drove the car to the door of Wutong Apartment, Fu Wenzhou was already holding the cat anxiously.

Before the car stopped, he couldn't wait to get out of the car and opened the door for Song Qingyou diligently.

Song Qingyou glanced at him, her eyelids twitching, wondering what was wrong with him.

Song Chang watched the two of them go in, equally confused.

Why is Mr. Fu's temper so unstable? When he got in the car, he acted like I'm the uncle and no one should mess with me. But when he got out of the car, he was a different person again.

The draft blew through the hall, and Song Qingyou coughed a few times.

Fu Wenzhou stuffed the cat into her arms, picked her up by the waist, and walked straight forward.

Song Qingyou was startled, frowned and said: "Your hands..."

"It's okay." Fu Wenzhou's tone was casual, but his movements were gentle and careful.

After entering the house, he put Song Qingyou down.

Song Qingyou went to the utility room and took out the medical kit, and said softly: "Sit tight."

She asked him to sit down, and he sat still obediently.

"hand."

Fu Wenzhou stretched out his hand again.

After Song Qingyou disinfected him with iodine, she dipped her fingers in ointment and gently applied it on the wound.

The cool touch through the soft fingertips made Fu Wenzhou's heart beat faster.

His eyes became darker and darker, locking Song Qingyou's face tightly.

"Youyou..." Fu Wenzhou called her by her nickname in a hoarse voice.

Song Qingyou lowered her eyes and wrapped his palms with gauze.

As soon as Fu Wenzhou saw her expression, he knew that he had chosen the wrong time. He had to wait in silence for her to finish wrapping the gauze, then pursed his lips and asked, "Why don't you say anything."

Song Qingyou put away her things and said coolly: "I thought you didn't want to talk to me."

Fu Wenzhou: "..."

"I didn't mean that." His voice gradually trailed off at the end.

Song Qingyou sighed softly and asked him: "Do you still remember what you told me?"

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyes and said nothing.

Song Qingyou said: "You said you are paranoid, possessive, petty and bad-tempered, but if I don't like you, you will change."

Fu Wenzhou remained silent with a sullen face.
Chapter completed!