The snow is falling, and the branches are covered with white snow.

The vast expanse of white behind Song Qingyou reflected on the window sill, making her look like a fairy in the snow.

Fu Wenzhou looked a little distracted for a moment, until Song Qingyou's soft voice reached his ears, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

He didn't hear clearly what he said.

Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple rolled up, his eyes darkened, "Youyou, what did you just say?"

Song Qingyou's eyebrows were frivolous, "I'll call you baby."

Fu Wenzhou's breath was suffocated, and his voice was low and hoarse, vaguely mixed with a hint of excitement, "What did you call me? Call me again."

Song Qingyou refused, walked over and pushed the wheelchair, and said softly: "This title is so childish."

Fu Wenzhou was justified: "How naive is that? That's how Xu Zezhan's girlfriend calls Xu Zezhan!"

Song Qingyou nodded: "I'm not Xu Zezhan's girlfriend."

Fu Wenzhou: "!"

His eyebrows were raised high and his eyes were sinister: "You are mine!"

"..." Song Qingyou pursed her lips, "I didn't say I wasn't yours, why are you so anxious."

"No, you have to call me baby." Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly, "Or call me brother, you choose one."

Song Chang just came out of the kitchen after finishing his work. When he heard this, his jaw almost dropped.

It turns out that Mr. Fu is so... coquettish with the lady in private?

He also asked the young lady to call him brother. If he remembered correctly, the young lady seemed to be three years older than Mr. Fu. How could the young lady call Mr. Fu brother?

Song Chang only felt thunder rolling past his head.

Fu Wenzhou never cared about the eyes of others. The only person he looked at was Song Qingyou.

But Song Qingyou was different. Song Chang was her elder. What was the difference between this and being caught by an elder while flirting? She was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl in.

Song Chang coughed dryly and broke the weird atmosphere: "What about that, Mr. Fu, Miss, you can eat now."

Song Qingyou responded hesitantly, lowered her head and saw that Fu Wenzhou was still about to speak, and quickly covered his mouth with quick eyes and hands, giving him a warning look. The latter grunted dissatisfiedly, but still kept his mouth shut.

When eating, Fu Wenzhou habitually removed fish bones for Song Qingyou. Song Qingyou didn't let him do it, so he picked some off and handed them to him in his bowl.

Fu Wenzhou ate happily, feeling that the fish meat in his mouth had become sweeter.

After the meal, Song Qingyou pushed Fu Wenzhou to the room and asked him to lie down and rest more. The doctor came over to do an examination, prescribed some medicine, and taught some massage techniques.

Although Fu Wenzhou was not injured, Fu Wenzhou could not get up and walk for a while. She was worried that his legs would feel uncomfortable as time went by, so she studied very seriously.

After the doctor left, Fu Wenzhou began to pester Song Qingyou again: "Youyou, call me again, okay?"

He felt very depressed and hated that he had been distracted and not heard.

The puppy's eyes were drooped, waiting for its owner to let go, looking pitiful.

Song Qingyou lowered her eyes to look at him and touched her earlobe uncomfortably, "Stop making trouble."

Fu Wenzhou was unwilling to give in. After all, he must hear that voice today: "Youyou, or let's make a deal."

"Huh?" Song Qingyou raised her eyebrows slightly, wanting to see what he was going to do.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were very dark and his voice was deep: "How about exchanging 10% of Fu Group's shares."

Song Qingyou paused for a moment and said faintly: "Are you crazy?"

Fu Wenzhou's tone was lazy, and what he said was as if he was crazy in Song Qingyou's eyes.

One shout can be exchanged for ten percent. If she shouts ten times, then the Fu Group will become hers.

No one takes equity as a joke. I am afraid that Fu Wenzhou is the only one in the world who is so deviant and does not follow common sense.

Her eyes were cold, which made Fu Wenzhou feel guilty, but he didn't show it on his face, he remained as cheeky as ever: "Your name is..."

"This baby's mind is more childish than a child's." Song Qingyou said coolly: "Can you sleep well?"

Fu Wenzhou: "..."

Song Qingyou couldn't help laughing when she saw his dark face and deflated expression: "The doctor said you need to rest more, I'm going out first."

Fu Wenzhou watched the beautiful figure go out, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his eyes darkly said: "Only in bed can you be good."

Song Qingyou outside the door naturally didn't hear these words.

She went downstairs to find Song Chang.

Song Chang was standing at the entrance cabinet, holding documents and waiting there respectfully. When he saw Song Qingyou coming down, he went to greet her: "Miss, please take a look at these documents."

Song Qingyou took the document and sat on the rattan chair on the balcony.

This rattan chair was exactly the same as the one she had in Wutong Apartment. At that time, Fu Wenzhou knew that she was in poor health, so he went to a craftsman to customize this ergonomic rattan chair. It was said to be the finest golden sandalwood worth thousands of gold.

Song Qingyou flipped through the pages and said in a calm voice: "Song Shi was really stupid. In order to help Song Wei make up for the 500 million yuan, he actually embezzled public funds."

Song Changdao: "He was very used to Song Wei. He always gave her whatever she asked for since she was a child. I still remember one time when she fell in love with the piano that my wife loved most during her lifetime, and she shouted that she wanted it, but you wouldn't give it to her.

Later, didn’t Song Shi have his wife’s piano moved to Song Wei’s house?”

Song Qingyou's fingertips froze for a moment as she brought up old things again.

After a moment, she raised her eyes to look at the falling snowflakes outside the window, her eyes ethereal, as if she had traveled far away in time and space.

The piano was later destroyed by Song Wei, and she could never get it back.

Song Qingyou came back to her senses, turned over a page of documents, and grinded the word "Song Wei" between her lips and teeth repeatedly until it was chewed.

"Let's let the matter out of the double apartment."

After a pause, he added: "In addition, all the projects related to the Song family currently under Qing Ning have been terminated, so Li Nan declared Qing Ning bankrupt in country m, and all employees of the company will take three months of paid leave."

Song Chang was startled and took a deep look at Song Qingyou: "Are you planning to... close the net?"

Song Qingyou slowly raised her hand and said to the non-existent snowflake: "Uncle Chang, spring is coming soon."

Song Chang slowly followed Song Qingyou's gaze and looked out the window.

Yes, it's almost February and spring is coming.

The bell rang suddenly.

Song Qingyou glanced at it and answered in a funny tone: "What's the matter, Mr. Fu?"

Fu Wenzhou hummed: "I can't sleep, come up and stay with me."

He has always expressed his needs very directly, which is why Song Qingyou couldn't resist.

This person doesn't know how to be tactful at all. It just so happens that she doesn't need to be tactful.

A drop of snowflakes actually drifted in through the tiny gap in the window sill and landed on Song Qingyou's palm.

Song Qingyou stared at the slowly melting snow in the palm of her hand and was slightly startled.

Suddenly he said: "How about I learn to cook from Uncle Chang."

Fu Wenzhou said casually: "No need to learn."

Song Qingyou thought for a while and said, "I don't want to do any other housework. I'm only interested in cooking."

"Who asked you to do housework?" Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows.

Song Qingyou: "But whose wife doesn't know how to cook at all."

Fu Wenzhou: "My home."

"ah?"

"I don't know about other people's ones. Anyway, I don't use mine. Wait..." Fu Wenzhou suddenly paused, his Adam's apple rolled back and forth uncontrollably, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Youyou, you said... what?"
Chapter completed!