Fu Wenzhou was silent for a long time, raising his head, with a sincere expression that was almost pitiful. He liked Song Qingyou so much, he liked everything about her, he liked her standing under the tree in a white dress, as clean as a fairy from the mortal world, and he liked her standing in front of him when he was a child.

Blocking those malicious looks for him, liking her and only giving him his preference, liking to kiss her, hug her, and like her every move and every move.

He liked it so much that it was more important than his own life.

So how to change it.

He can't change it.

Song Qingyou stood under the light, her face was so beautiful that it was unreal, making it hard to see clearly, and the light in her eyes was crumpled into broken shadows.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the late night when the heavy rain was heavy. That night, she stood under the streetlight, just like now, shadowy, as if there was a Milky Way between her and him.

It's clearly right in front of you, but you can't reach it if you stretch out your hand.

Fu Wenzhou's heart suddenly jumped, and he was swallowed up by the overwhelming panic, and the corners of his eyes were stained with scarlet.

So, you don’t want me anymore.

But when he spoke, his panic turned into anger: "Just because of this, are you going to break up with me? Even if I change, there will always be time. If you don't even give me this time, how can you know that I am

Can’t change it? What happened today was my fault. I’m wrong, why not? I will change it in the future.”

He almost said the last few words through gritted teeth.

"Youyou, you can't give me the death penalty for this little thing."

Song Qingyou watched quietly as Fu Wenzhou anxiously vented his inner uneasiness, then slowly raised her hand and touched his earlobe: "Did I say I wanted to break up with you?"

Fu Wenzhou's anger and panic were extinguished in an instant, his eyes were stunned and even a little confused: "You...won't break up with me?"

Song Qingyou looked at him, finally sighed softly, slowly squatted in front of him, raised her head slightly, and slowly moved her fingertips from her earlobes to the side of his face.

"Fu Wenzhou, do I make you feel uneasy that much?"

Fu Wenzhou's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his dark eyes stared firmly at her face.

Song Qingyou pressed her thumb on his nose and rubbed it gently: "You don't have to lower your posture automatically because you are afraid that I will be angry or unhappy. Both men and women should be equal in relationships. You have the right to be jealous and lose your temper."

Her brows were clear, and her eyelashes were covered with water drops, reflecting the light like the morning dew at dawn.

The tone is very light but very powerful, "You don't have to worry that I will fall in love with you or break up with you for other reasons. Starting a relationship is not a casual thing. If I agree to you, it means that I will be loyal to you at the same time."

, trust, dependence.”

She said word by word: "What happened today is my problem. I didn't care about my boyfriend's emotions, so of course you have the right to be angry. Why do you want to apologize to me?"

Fu Wenzhou's heart was sore and he pursed his lips tightly. His eyes were full of grievance and deep love, and his eyes were locked on Song Qingyou.

Song Qingyou curled her lips, stood up and kissed the man's thin lips, and said with a warm smile: "Can my boyfriend accept my apology? I promise that I will not hug another man next time.

"

Fu Wenzhou stared at her blankly, as if some uncontrollable emotion was surging in his eyes.

There seemed to be a fire in his heart, screaming to light him up.

His breathing became heavier, with rough gasping, and he lowered his head to deepen the kiss that was just like a dragonfly's water.

The man's kiss fell from the lips to the chin, and then landed on the back of the neck, nibbling repeatedly. After that, every place was gently nibbled, and a flower-like blush bloomed on Song Qingyou's fair skin.

Fu Wenzhou lay on her neck, his breathing became chaotic and his voice was hoarse, as if he was trying his best to suppress something: "Sister, I love you, I love you so much..."

Song Qingyou's earlobes were wet and hot, and she groaned.

Fu Wenzhou finally couldn't help it anymore. He held her slender and white neck with one hand, bent down and kissed her lips again, fiercely and wantonly, and then gradually went too far.

When the kiss ended, both of them were breathless.

Song Qingyou was almost out of breath. As soon as Fu Wenzhou let go of his hand, she started coughing repeatedly.

Fu Wenzhou was immediately frightened and hurriedly went to find medicine and warm water. When Song Qingyou took the medicine and recovered a little, he looked at her in annoyance: "I will pay attention to it in the future."

Song Qingyou coughed twice more, and couldn't help laughing when she saw the man's dark and handsome face: "It's my poor health, why are you blaming yourself?"

She should blame herself if she wants to.

Not only was this sickly body unable to even kiss for a long time, Fu Wenzhou had to slow down even when doing that, for fear of hurting her.

In this regard, he has actually done very well.

It was her own body that failed to live up to expectations.

Fu Wenzhou had a sullen face and silently carried her to the bed, hugging her from behind.

He waited until the person in his arms was breathing evenly before slowly getting up and walking to the balcony of the living room.

A beam of moonlight filtered in through the shadow of the tree next to him, tracing the outline of his face. Fu Wenzhou took out a cigarette and slowly lit it. The fine white smoke slowly overflowed from between his two thin lips, and he raised his hand to lick it.

A phone call.

As soon as Gu Bai lay down, he received a call from Fu Wenzhou. His tone was helpless: "Ancestor, is it not unethical for you to disturb people's dreams this late at night?"

Fu Wenzhou had no expression on his face and said indifferently: "How are you finding Master Yunfang?"

Gu Bai was stunned, "I can't find him. There is no news about him in the black market."

Fu Wenzhou had a stern look on his face: "What age are we in, is it so damn hard to find a living person?"

Gu Bai lit a cigarette: "It's easy for you to say. The world is so big, where can I find it? Besides, how long has Master Yun Fang disappeared? I don't know whether he is alive or dead. Maybe..."

Maybe it was something, but he didn't dare to continue talking.

Gu Bai even used his contacts in the black market, but still couldn't find Yun Fang. If he was a living person, there should be some news about why it took so long.

Fu Wenzhou held a cigarette in one hand and stood under the warm lamp on the balcony, with tall buildings towering in front of him and thousands of houses brightly lit. His black hair was blown up by the cold wind, revealing his smooth forehead, and his clothes were filled with cold wind.

Under the cover of night, he slowly put out his cigarette butt and said, "Keep looking until you find it."
Chapter completed!