The moment the door closed, Song Qingyou seemed to have exhausted all her strength and squatted on the ground slumped, a touch of coldness slipped from the corners of her eyes.

It was a cool night, and the moonlight shrouded her figure, making her look even thinner.

Song Qingyou felt like she was back when she was a child. There were a lot of people around her, but no sound belonged to her. There were thousands of lights outside, but she was just alone, like the last note floating on the laughter.

The light in the room was dim, and she huddled on the cold floor, her whole face buried in her knees, her shoulders trembling, like a single tree drifting on the sea, without a home, surrounded by only the vast ocean, and she couldn't see the edge.

The only thing she ever owned was Fu Wenzhou.

The only thing she wanted was a home with Fu Wenzhou.

But she drove her light and home away.

Song Qingyou felt a dull pain in her heart. She wanted to cough but couldn't. It stuck in her chest and heart, making it difficult to breathe.

When that dull pain is about to spread throughout the body.

There was a "click" sound.

The door opened.

There is light coming through.

Fu Wenzhou walked in with a sullen face, holding a bowl of noodles in his hand. As he closed the door, he said in a cold tone: "I don't have to come in to harass you, but you have to eat no matter how angry you are. I made noodles for you, you eat."

I will leave as soon as this is over, and I will consider what you said about calming down, and...why are you sitting on the ground? The floor is so cold!"

Fu Wenzhou was so anxious that he didn't even have time to let go of his face. He picked Song Qingyou up from the ground with one hand and placed her on the bed.

"I know you're angry with me, but you can't abuse your body." Fu Wenzhou looked so angry that he walked around in circles with his face straight, but didn't dare to speak loudly for fear of making people angry again.

Song Qingyou slowly raised her head. The moment she saw Fu Wenzhou, the coldness all over her body and the strong feeling of loneliness faded away in an instant.

Her body gradually recovered and she moved her lips: "Didn't you slam the door and leave?"

Fu Wenzhou was so angry that he wanted to laugh: "When did I slam the door? Didn't I block it with my hand?"

"Oh." Song Qingyou responded coldly and stopped talking.

In fact, the two of them had just finished arguing half an hour ago, and now she didn't know what to say.

Fu Wenzhou gritted his teeth, his expression was fierce, but his words were useless: "I don't understand because others taught me, I understand because..."

Because of what, he really couldn't tell.

But he was also afraid that he would hear words from Song Qingyou's mouth later that would drive him away.

He growled lowly, with the mentality of a broken person: "I just want to find you, but I can't find an excuse."

Song Qingyou was stunned: "What?"

Fu Wenzhou listened to her question and started to accuse angrily: "Every time you encounter any trouble, you never tell me, you just want to solve it yourself, but I am your boyfriend, why can't you try

Rely on me? I am not an unreasonable person, if you..."

Song Qingyou interrupted him: "You are."

"?"

Fu Wenzhou was silent for a few seconds, then simply admitted: "Yes, I am just being unreasonable. But tonight, it was just because I wanted to find you and couldn't lose face, so..."

Song Qingyou said coolly: "There are still times when you can't help but feel ashamed."

Fu Wenzhou: "..."

He choked up and brought the noodles to her: "Eat the noodles first."

Song Qingyou didn't even look at it: "If you don't want to eat it, you can leave."

Fu Wenzhou's narrow eyes bulged out in arcs. He was angry and helpless. He put down the bowl, took a step forward, squatted down and looked at Song Qingyou's level, and then stretched out his hands to take the person into his arms.

He sighed softly, his voice a little muffled and deep: "I will only listen to you from now on, sister."

Song Qingyou's back was slightly stiff, and she tightened the fingertips on her arms.

Fu Wenzhou hugged her like a rare treasure.

The rebellious man lowered his attitude again: "Don't be angry, I will only listen to you from now on."

Song Qingyou heard him say in her ear: "Fu Wenzhou is your exclusive pet, only yours."

Her heart seemed to have been hit by something, and it contracted suddenly, causing severe pain.

A teardrop fell from the corner of Song Qingyou's eyes, her head rested on Fu Wenzhou's shoulder, her voice trembled slightly: "I'm sorry, I taught you to be equal in relationships, and told you that no one is anyone's property, but I can't do it myself."

I'm sorry, I always have strict requirements on you, but I am weak and selfish.

I'm sorry, I know everything, but I still can't control my temper.

Sorry, I seem to have been thinking about the problem from my own perspective without considering your feelings.

I'm sorry, I just... love you so much.

Song Qingyou said silently.

Fu Wenzhou chuckled twice, with a sense of pride and satisfaction in his tone: "Sister, I like you like this."

Song Qingyou raised her eyes in astonishment, her eyelashes slightly moist, with a hint of confusion in her expression: "What?"

Fu Wenzhou kissed her cheek and rolled away the tears with his kiss, like a child who got rainbow candy: "Where's Y! Sister, why don't we play for once?"

Song Qingyou looked puzzled: "How to play?"

Fu Wenzhou's voice was filled with excitement: "I'll take off all my clothes, then you tie me up with a chain and lock me up at home, and I'll be your most loyal puppy!"

Song Qingyou: "..."

She shouldn't ask.

Song Qingyou pushed him away silently, walked to the table and started eating noodles.

I was thinking while eating.

Why on earth do I want to get angry with an Erha whose brain circuit is different from ordinary people?

Fu Wenzhou was sitting on the edge of the bed watching Song Qingyou eating noodles. He seemed to have discovered a new world and was already planning how to trick people.

Song Qingyou didn't know yet that she had become a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

After eating the noodles, Fu Wenzhou went to wash the dishes, and then went to the bathroom to put hot water for Song Qingyou.

Finally, when she came out from the shower, she obediently used a hair dryer to dry her hair.

"Sister, let me tell you something."

"I have something to tell you."

They both spoke at the same time.

Fu Wenzhou is a man of action. Since he promised Song Qingyou that he would only listen to her in the future, it means that no matter what she wants to do in the future, whether at home or in the company, he will listen to what she says.

So he planned to tell her first that President Sy was his business.

But he always prioritized Song Qingyou, so he said: "You speak first."

Song Qingyou stood up and took out two documents from her bag: "These are two plans, one is Fu's plan for the next three years to expand the industrial territory, and the other is all matters after the cooperation with Song, please take a look.

"

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were slightly dazed, and his sharp-knuckled fingers slowly opened the document.

The plan is written in great detail.

Song Qingyou even prepared Fu's portion for him.

His heart felt like it was being pressed down by a heavy stone, and he could hardly breathe.

After a long while, he pulled away from the deathly emotion, slowly raised his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Youyou, when did you do these...?"

Song Qingyou had no expression: "While you are chatting with other girls."

Fu Wenzhou: "..."

He whispered: "I didn't have a hearty chat with her, I just said a few words."

Song Qingyou didn't want to dwell on this topic anymore. Sometimes she had to admit that human beings were duplicitous creatures.

She said cruel words, but deep down she didn't want Fu Wenzhou to leave.

Fortunately, he comes back every time.

It never makes her sad for long.

"Your money must be received as soon as possible. The Song family's financial situation is worse than I expected. It will not last for two days. It is best before the tenth day of the lunar month..."

Before Song Qingyou finished speaking, she saw the man in front of her quickly dialing the number.

"Go and tell the finance department to allocate funds to the Song family immediately." Fu Wenzhou raised his eyes: "Youyou, how much do you want?"

Song Qingyou pursed her lips, and then said: "Thirty-five billion."

Fu Wenzhou: "Allocate seven billion."

Song Qingyou: "...You don't need so much."

Fu Wenzhou hung up the phone: "We are all one family, what's mine is yours."

Song Qingyou glanced at him and did not refute.

Sure enough...it can't be changed.
Chapter completed!