Fu Wenzhou frowned slightly: "Did something happen outside?"

Song Qingyou paused in pouring water, and her tone was smooth: "When I went upstairs, I saw Li Ruo in Song Chen's room. There were many doctors in the back. Something must have happened to Song Chen."

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows: "He's not dead yet?"

Song Qingyou handed him the water and chuckled: "He can't die."

Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly, "Youyou, come here."

Song Qingyou looked at him doubtfully.

Fu Wenzhou said: "I want to hug you."

Song Qingyou pursed her lower lip and walked over slowly. Before she could stand still, she was pulled into Fu Wenzhou's arms.

She hurriedly tried to get up: "Fu Wenzhou, you are still injured!"

Fu Wenzhou smiled innocently: "The injuries I sustained when I was boxing were much more serious than this. Don't worry, it's okay."

Song Qingyou was held tightly by him, and she didn't dare to struggle for fear of touching his wounds. She glared at him angrily: "Do you know that your legs were almost broken?"

Fu Wenzhou stared into Song Qingyou's eyes and stroked the white gauze tied around her neck with his palms. His heart almost ached to death.

God knows how scared he was when he saw Song Qingyou tied up. The tip of the knife was pressed against her neck. If she moved even slightly, the carotid artery would be cut.

Fu Wenzhou is still scared when he thinks about it now. Let alone stabbing himself twice, even if Song Chen asked him to die at that time, he would do it without hesitation.

He didn't want his pomelo to be hurt at all.

"It can't be abolished, I know for sure." Fu Wenzhou said in a low voice.

Within a small space, they could only hear each other's breathing.

Song Qingyou's ears felt a little hot, and she was still frightened when she thought of Fu Wenzhou's injury on his leg.

Fu Wenzhou kissed her earlobe and whispered: "Youyou, I will find someone to follow you during this period, don't be unhappy."

Song Qingyou nodded.

Even if Fu Wenzhou doesn't arrange bodyguards, she will ask Song Chang to send a few people over.

Song Chen had just returned from Binhai. How could he know about her itinerary? Who told him.

Song Qingyou suspected that she was being followed, and Fu Wenzhou probably guessed it too, so he asked someone to follow her.

Seeing her promise, Fu Wenzhou's heart relaxed a little, with the warm and fragrant soft jade in his arms. He was not Liu Xiahui, and could remain indifferent.

After holding her for a while, the man's palm began to feel restless.

Song Qingyou patted him: "Don't be ridiculous."

Fu Wenzhou buried his head in her neck, rubbing it against her collarbone, breathing heavily: "Youyou, I want to

Already."

Song Qingyou: "..."

She was speechless for a moment, then subconsciously lowered her head, and saw the man's bulging mass. She blushed, whether from embarrassment or annoyance.

"you……"

Song Qingyou was shocked with a bit of disbelief. It took you a long time and you didn't come up with an answer.

This man is still injured, how can he still...

Is it possible that all he has in his mind all day long is these yellow wastes?

Fu Wenzhou drooped his head, looking quite annoyed: "Youyou, please stop rubbing against me."

Song Qingyou was shocked.

What does it mean to confuse right and wrong? This is called confounding right and wrong.

The conscience of heaven and earth, she didn’t even move!

Fu Wenzhou put his fingertips behind her ears and slowly moved them to her lips. Whether intentionally or not, his knuckles rubbed against the tip of her reddish nose, and the touch was gentle. The ends of his eyes were stained with red stains, and his eyes were dark, and his voice

Low dumb: "Youyou, actually it's okay if your leg is injured."

Fu Wenzhou turned his head and leaned closer, and the tip of his slightly cool nose seemed to rub hers affectionately.

Song Qingyou's nose was filled with his faint cold fragrance. As a dry person, her whole body felt hot, her head gradually became dizzy, and her mouth felt inexplicably dry. She couldn't help but lick her lips, "No...it won't work."

"Okay, Youyou." Fu Wenzhou's rapid breathing hit the back of Song Qingyou's neck, causing goosebumps all over her body.

Song Qingyou's fingertips were numb, and it could only be relieved by moving it on her skin for a moment. The moment he really took hold of her, Song Qingyou felt that her hands were incredibly hot to the touch.

The sky outside was getting dark, and after an unknown amount of time, Song Qingyou finally heard a low groan from a man in her ears.

Her hands were finally freed.

Song Qingyou regained consciousness. This was the first time that she had done such a thing to him in a sober state. She was a little embarrassed and panicked.

Seeing him venting his anger, Song Qingyou breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of the stickiness on her palms, she quickly took out a tissue and wiped him clean before going to wash her hands. After doing all this, her ears were red.

Fu Wenzhou's satisfied chuckle came from behind, making Song Qingyou furious.

A head popped out of the bathroom and glared at him angrily: "Don't touch my hands again!"

Fu Wenzhou's mind was spinning a thousand times. Not only did he want to do it on her hands, he also wanted to do it in her mouth.

"Grass!"

Just thinking about it like this made Xiao Fu Wenzhou almost unbearable.

He gritted his teeth and couldn't help but murmur: "Seductive little goblin."

Song Qingyou took a long shower before coming out.

Fu Wenzhou snorted dissatisfied: "You dislike me."

Song Qingyou was really annoyed: "Shut up."

Fu Wenzhou just shut up obediently and did not dare to moan anymore.

In the evening, Song Qingyou stayed over to take care of Fu Wenzhou and muted her cell phone.

That night, Fu Wenzhou was quite honest and didn't mess around again.

Song Qingyou didn't sleep well and was always worried that Fu Wenzhou would touch his legs when he rolled over at night, so she would wake up every hour or two to check on Fu Wenzhou's condition. When it was almost dawn, she would get up and wash herself, very gently.

It was just dawn outside, with early morning fog, and the temperature was very low. Song Qingyou wrapped her clothes tightly, took a taxi, and went to Chang'an Street to buy Xiaolong.

She remembered that Fu Wenzhou seemed to like eating the Xiao Long Bao here.

When Song Qingyou arrived, the store had just opened. The boss had never seen such a beautiful woman before. He stared at her face for a while before speaking: "Little girl, it's too early for you. It's only half past five."

Song Qingyou's ears hurt from the wind, and she pulled down the brim of her hat: "I'm afraid my boyfriend will be hungry if I go back if I'm late."

"You guys have a pretty good relationship." The boss smiled and said, "Okay, it'll be over in about ten minutes."

Song Qingyou nodded.

It was just seven o'clock when we turned back to the hospital.

Fu Wenzhou just opened his eyes and saw her coming in from outside, his eyes were a little confused: "When did you go out?"

Why didn't he notice it at all?

Song Qingyou came in carrying a food box: "Uncle Chang bought breakfast and asked me to get it."

She put down the food box and went to the bathroom to get a basin and a toothbrush cup.

Fu Wenzhou touched his nose: "Youyou, just let others do these things."

Song Qingyou's tone was smooth: "I don't like it."

Don’t like it? Don’t like others to do these relatively private things for him?

Fu Wenzhou immediately took the cup happily.

Song Qingyou just held the basin and asked Fu Wenzhou to brush his teeth and wash up.

The cell phone rang at an inappropriate time. Song Qingyou glanced at it and ignored it. After Fu Wenzhou finished washing her face, she said, "Eat breakfast. I'll go out and take a call."

Fu Wenzhou was unwilling and wanted to eat with her. Song Qingyou had to make sure that she had already eaten before he would let her go.

The door to the ward was closed, Song Qingyou's face suddenly turned cold, and the phone was connected.

Song Yuan's angry curses rang out.
Chapter completed!