After coming out of Yalin Villa, Gu Bai still had a sullen face, leaving Xu Zezhan and Liang Muchuan far behind, looking very angry.

Liang Muchuan raised his eyes and glanced at the back figure in front of him, "This is how you behave when you lose money every year."

Xu Zezhan smiled and said: "He was angry that I didn't give him cards."

"So why don't you feed him cards?" Liang Muchuan drove the lighter with his knuckles. The wind was a bit strong. He lit it two or three times before lighting the cigarette. He slowly blew out a smoke ring: "Are you really afraid that he will talk about his girlfriend?"

Xu Zezhan paused in his steps, his eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and there was no flaw in his expression: "I feed him every year, so he takes it for granted, but as for me, I deserve to lose."

Liang Muchuan squinted his eyes. Among them, who could be the most stable among them was Xu Zezhan.

He still remembers that when he was a child, he and Xu Zezhan both wanted to compete for the position of class president. He invited guests everywhere to canvass for votes. Xu Zezhan was as steady as an old dog and was not in a hurry. When the voting day came, most of the students in the class voted for Xu Zezhan, including himself.

of that batch.

To this day he still can't figure out why.

If Fu Wenzhou is a mad dog, Xu Zezhan is a fox.

Still the kind of person whose heart can't be darker.

When Xu Zezhan wants something, he won't snatch it directly like Fu Wenzhou. He wants to tell the world that this thing is mine and no one of you is allowed to touch it. Anyone who dares to snatch it from him will be bitten by a mad dog.

Xu Zezhan was silent, setting up a trap early and waiting for people to jump in.

He sympathized with Gu Bai a little: "That's a bit unfair, he will have to watch you talk this year."

The corners of Xu Zezhan's lips curved into a sarcastic arc: "He won't care."

Liang Muchuan remained silent, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Xu Zezhan did not take this issue seriously, but took out his mobile phone: "Let me show you something."

Liang Muchuan dusted off the cigarette ashes, and his voice seemed a little drifting in the night wind: "What?"

Xu Zezhan opened the chat page with Shen Guannan and enlarged the photo for Liang Muchuan to see.

Liang Muchuan suddenly frowned: "Why did Song Qingyou go to the bar? Doesn't she like noisy places?"

Xu Zezhan said: "Do you also think this is Song Qingyou?"

Liang Muchuan raised his eyes and noticed something was wrong: "When was this photo taken?"

Xu Zezhan said: "This was sent by Shen Guannan when we first arrived at Fu Wenzhou's house. He said he saw Song Qingyou in the bar, so he took a photo and sent it to me to ask. Song Qingyou was talking to Yan Miao next to him at the time, so how could he appear in the bar?

, could it be that she still has the ability to clone herself?"

Liang Muchuan frowned and enlarged the photo. The back was blurry, but no matter where he looked, he looked very similar to Song Qingyou. "Do you have a frontal photo?"

"No." Xu Zezhan shook his head: "Guan Nan didn't say anything, but Gu Bai also saw this figure from behind in this bar last time."

Liang Muchuan paused and said, "Maybe they just look alike."

Xu Zezhan said: "Maybe. In fact, there are quite a few people who look alike in the world."

"Yeah." Liang Muchuan didn't pay too much attention to this matter. After all, it was just a back photo, so it's not surprising that there are some similarities.

There were no people on the road at two o'clock in the morning, only rows of street lights, and a thick layer of white snow piled up on the ground. Song Qingyou stood at the second-floor window and watched them get on the bus.

Just as he was about to look back, his body was forcefully pulled over.

Looking into Fu Wenzhou's gloomy eyes, Song Qingyou chuckled and said, "It's a new year, Fu Wenzhou."

Before she finished speaking, her lip was bitten. Song Qingyou felt something slipping into her mouth, and she couldn't help but take a breath.

Fu Wenzhou didn't kiss for a long time, giving Song Qingyou enough time to breathe. Just like a clingy large dog that must stick to its owner, he must maintain skin-to-skin intimacy with Song Qingyou at all times.

The man was breathing heavily, and his voice was hoarse and forbearing: "Youyou, we haven't counted down together this year. I want to countdown with you and make a New Year's wish. I also prepared a cake."

The puppy spoke in a low voice and frowned unhappily. Even though half of his face was hidden in the darkness, it still couldn't hide his outstanding and stunning facial features.

Song Qingyou reached out and touched the dark blue square diamond next to his ear: "It's just the New Year, isn't it the same when friends come to spend it together?"

"It's different." Fu Wenzhou said almost paranoidly: "It's different for pomelo. Only when you make a wish at zero will it come true. This year, I didn't make it."

Song Qingyou laughed and asked, "Then what wish do you want to make?"

Fu Wenzhou said: "I wish my pomelo good health and a long life."

This is an ordinary and simple wish.

Song Qingyou was slightly startled, and an indescribable sourness filled her entire heart.

Fu Wenzhou is always so serious.

He takes their relationship seriously, cherishes their time together, and hopes that every important day for them will have memorable memories.

He is like a fighter, adhering to and executing their love all the time.

He is obviously at a young age, but he is willing to be trapped in her city and become a trapped beast.

Song Qingyou didn't know how to respond to the puppy's passionate and ferocious love, so she opened her lips, feeling a little hesitant.

Fu Wenzhou kissed her eyes and asked, "What wish do you want to make?"

Song Qingyou whispered: "Isn't it ineffective after midnight?"

The corners of Fu Wenzhou's raised eyes were a bit naughty, his jawline and Adam's apple were particularly prominent and beautiful, and his whole body had a sense of laxity. Song Qingyou saw that sexy Adam's apple rolling.

Then a low laugh came to my ears, and the man's voice was hoarse and low, with silent temptation: "Sister, I am your magic lamp."

I am your magic lamp, so——

You just need to make a wish with me.

Song Qingyou's heart beat uncontrollably faster, and she could even hear the vibration frequency.

Crimson stained her cheeks, Song Qingyou covered her lips and coughed lightly: "That may not be allowed."

"Huh?" Fu Wenzhou responded in a low voice.

A smile appeared in the corner of Song Qingyou's eyes, "Because I have promised you to stay away from me before."

Fu Wenzhou: "..."

The ends of his narrow eyes raised a dangerous arc, and he said quietly: "A sincere heart leads to wisdom. It seems that my sister is not very sincere."

"Pfft!" Song Qingyou finally couldn't help laughing, "Fu Wenzhou, you are so thick-skinned."

Fu Wenzhou snorted disapprovingly. If he didn't have such a cheek that was thicker than the city wall, would he be able to hug the beauty back?

Although he likes to act rogue in front of Song Qingyou, he still needs to be self-aware.

Song Qingyou poked him: "Where's the cake."

"Where's the refrigerator?" Fu Wenzhou added after he finished speaking, as if asking for credit: "I made it myself."

Song Qingyou raised her hand and rubbed his black hair, feeling the soft touch under her palm: "Well, Zhouzhou is great."

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyes: "Now I know Zhouzhou is awesome? Why did I always think that porridge was good before?"

"Ah?" Song Qingyou didn't react for a moment.

Fu Wenzhou: "Can that cat without eggs make cakes? It can only be lazy and sleep."

"..." Song Qingyou remained silent: "So?"

Fu Wenzhou got off the donkey and said, "So you should hug me more in the future instead of hugging that stupid cat."

Song Qingyou rubbed the center of her eyebrows: "Why are you always comparing yourself to a cat?"

Fu Wenzhou laughed angrily: "Because you always thought I was inferior to you."

Song Qingyou was completely silent.

Does she have it?
Chapter completed!