The next morning, when Song Qingyou woke up, her side was already empty.

The bedroom door was not closed tightly, and the sound of some knives chopping on a cutting board could be faintly heard in the kitchen.

The corners of her lips curled up involuntarily, and she washed up twice as fast as usual to find Fu Wenzhou.

The pink apron that the man was wearing was something she bought on a whim at the supermarket, thinking that she could make a living with her hands. Later, she reluctantly followed the recipe and made a meal that was hard to swallow.

From then on, Song Qingyou finally realized that there are some things that no matter how hard you try, you may not be able to learn them.

But Fu Wenzhou is different. He seems to be born with everything. He looks good and can cook well, except for his bad temper.

Someone with a bad temper was bending down to play with the fruit plate patiently when he heard a noise.

Song Qingyou walked up behind him, put her arms around the man's thin waist, and rested her head on his straight back.

His voice was a little soft as when he just woke up: "Fu Wenzhou, I'm hungry."

Fu Wenzhou's back trembled because of her sudden closeness. He was secretly annoyed that his concentration was poor, and he thought to himself that he had no concentration at all with Song Qingyou anyway.

He turned around, his hands were still wet with water, and he didn't touch her. He just touched her lips lightly with his lips, which were so soft that Fu Wenzhou couldn't help but curl them with the tip of his tongue.

Song Qingyou's lips were wet and itchy, her eyes widened, "Kiss me if you want, why don't you lick me."

Fu Wenzhou snorted, lowered his head and repeated the action again, saying in a special voice: "Your whole body is mine, can't you just lick it?"

Song Qingyou pursed her lips, but for a moment she didn't think of words to refute him.

Seeing that her earlobes were red and deflated, Fu Wenzhou finally satisfied his evil taste and lowered his voice, a bit like coaxing: "The porridge will be ready in five minutes. You go to the living room and sit down first."

Song Qingyou curled her lips slightly: "Oh."

Even she herself didn't realize that she was different from usual in front of Fu Wenzhou.

She has some little tempers and habits that are hard to detect, like acting coquettishly between lovers.

In the past, Gu Bai said that Fu Wenzhou had masochistic tendencies and would always give Song Qingyou his hot face all day long. Whenever he made her unhappy, he would be criticized.

Fu Wenzhou replied to him very proudly and proudly at that time: "You don't know a damn thing. My pomelo is so good that you just haven't had the chance to see it."

Song Qingyou would use her small body to block Fu Tingshen in front of her when he and others bullied him, saying that he had no father or mother. She would give him serious tutoring lessons because he failed in Chinese, and she would cry in anger when he failed the next time.

They forced him to become a soldier, and when everyone tried to persuade him to take the political path regardless of his preferences, they told him that love was more important than suitability.

She would ask a servant to hand him an umbrella when he turned around in the heavy rain, would bring him medicine when he was drunk and take him home, and would tolerate and indulge him in his endless pestering.

From the joy of first meeting when we were young to the deep love that lasts for many years.

Song Qingyou is so good, what do Gu Bai and the others know?

Fu Wenzhou forgave her for turning away when he was 18 years old when he crushed his dignity with his own hands and knelt down to beg.

In other words, what he never complained about was not that she gave up on him.

But she actually forgot about him.

How could she forget? He obviously told her before he recovered from his injury and went abroad that he would come back to find her.

It has only been a few years, how could I forget it.

After learning that she was going to marry Fu Tingshen, he dropped his studies and rushed back from abroad overnight. He knelt on the ground and begged her not to marry. He gave him two years. In just two years, he could unseat Fu Tingshen from the Fu family and then they would get married.

The object will become itself.

Song Qingyou didn't wait.

In the next three years, Fu Wenzhou was like a ruthless lone wolf. He took power in the Fu family at the age of twenty. His methods were ruthless and he was famous for his madness. No one dared to offend him.

Under such overwhelming growth, his temper became worse and worse, and his personality became more and more surly.

He tried his best to force Song Qingyou to divorce Fu Wenzhou, but he was reluctant to do anything to her. Last year, he bought an island and found a professional management team to take care of Fu and Sy.

He planned to kidnap Song Qingyou to that island and live with him like this for the rest of his life without being able to go anywhere.

At the last moment, he gave up.

Because he found that he couldn't watch Song Qingyou cry.

Just kissing her like that made her cry, coughing and gasping for breath. What if someone forcibly took her to that island and she cried every day?

The island plan was not realized, but Fu Wenzhou realized a better way.

Song Qingyou was most afraid of being stalked.

Fu Wenzhou was as if he had discovered a new world. He pestered her all day long. He would come to her room whenever he had something to do, kiss her and hug her. He liked to see her so angry and helpless.

So cute.

In the entanglement day after day, his desire for exclusive possession of Song Qingyou became more and more serious. If she said one more word to Fu Tingshen, he would be half angry to death.

So he instigated him every day in front of Chuzhou, causing Chuzhou to scratch Fu Tingshen when he saw him.

The number of times Fu Tingshen came back changed from few to none.

Fu Wenzhou was very satisfied with this and got closer to Song Qingyou even more intensely.

He knew she was annoying him, so what.

The martyr girl is still afraid of pestering her husband.

He didn't believe that Song Qingyou was not moved at all.

Fu Wenzhou loves Song Qingyou with all his life. If she doesn't want him, then he won't want him either.

Fortunately, she wanted it.

Fu Wenzhou's fingertips were shaking a little when he was serving the porridge. Some of the spoon spilled out and the back of his hand was burned and turned red. He frowned and wiped it off with a kitchen towel.

He walked up to Song Qingyou carrying the porridge and fed her with a spoon.

Song Qingyou lowered her eyes and glanced at her gauze-wrapped palm, then stretched out her hand to take the bowl: "I didn't break my arm or hand, so I don't need you... What's wrong with the back of your hand?"

Her voice changed and her tone became more serious.

Fu Wenzhou glanced sideways and didn't take it seriously: "It got burnt when serving the porridge. Please try how the porridge tastes today. I put some medicinal herbs in it."

Song Qingyou put down the porridge with a cold face, went to the room to find burn ointment and put it on him.

The cool touch relieved the burning sensation. In fact, it was just a piece of skin that was reddened, and it didn't even blister. Fu Wenzhou used to have wounds all over his body from bad boxing. He didn't pay attention to minor injuries like yesterday and today.

But when he saw Song Qingyou looking unhappy because of worry, he felt joyful for no reason. He smiled carelessly at the corner of his mouth and stared at her intently.

"Youyou." Fu Wenzhou asked, "When did you start liking me."

Song Qingyou paused with her fingertips, glanced at him, and said slowly: "Forgot."

Fu Wenzhou frowned displeased: "Why did you even forget this? Do you not like me at all? Those words you said before were just to deceive me."

Song Qingyou: "..."

This person is really... childish as always.

Seeing the man's face getting darker and darker, Song Qingyou could only say: "I have never liked anyone before, but you are special to me, so I think I should like you."

What kind of answer is this? Fu Wenzhou's eyebrows knitted deeper and deeper, and he suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
Chapter completed!