It was nearly ten o'clock when we returned to Yalin Villa. Song Qingyou was carried to the bed by Fu Wenzhou. Her body was extremely limp. She had no strength at all even though she just kissed her and did nothing else.

Fu Wenzhou kissed her on the forehead: "I'm going to take a shower, and you can rest for a while."

Song Qingyou nodded slightly and said "Yeah".

Fu Wenzhou reluctantly kissed her on the lips for a while before getting up from her and going to the bathroom.

Song Qingyou was lying on the bed, her heart was full, and the incident between Xu Qingran and Song Ning did not affect her mood.

She is not someone who likes to dwell on the past. She is living a good life now, and that is enough.

Song Qingyou sat up from the bed with her body propped up, her slender white arms passed under the lamp, and she picked up a photo frame.

In the photo, Song Ning is smiling slightly.

The document Fu Kang sent her on the phone contained many photos of Song Ning and Xu Qingran, Song Ning tutoring Xu Qingran with her homework, going to the amusement park with her, and photos of their family of three picking strawberries on the farm.

And for all these years, this is the only one she has cut into pieces. It's not even the original photo, just a photocopy.

Song Qingyou's lips curved into a mocking smile, and her fingertips lightly brushed the photo frame.

Then I dismantled the photo frame, took out the photo from inside, and slowly tore the photo into pieces. It was originally re-glued, but it was too easy to tear.

Song Qingyou suddenly felt an indescribable sadness in her heart. Although it was fleeting, it still made her heart hurt for a moment.

Song Qingyou stared at the fragments in trance, and after a while she threw the fragments into the trash can.

Keep telling yourself in your mind.

It's over, it's all over. The best ending is for each of us to be well and not disturb each other.

Song Qingyou thought that from the night she sent Song Yuan to prison, those difficult-to-heal illnesses would disappear with the old year, and she and Fu Wenzhou would usher in a better new year.

The bathroom door was half open, Fu Wenzhou's tail was still dripping with water, and the man's voice was hoarse: "Youyou, take off your pajamas."

When he came back, he turned around and went in, forgetting to take his clothes.

Song Qingyou couldn't help but laugh at him when he heard this: "Why don't you come out naked?"

Fu Wenzhou snorted: "I have such a good figure, I'm afraid you won't be able to control the overlord's bow."

"..." Song Qingyou suddenly said: "You are so narcissistic."

After all, she got up and went to the closet to help him find pajamas. Although the displays in the closet were all according to her preferences, Fu Wenzhou was usually the one doing the cleaning. Fu Wenzhou also prepared the clothes she wore every day.

I'm really not familiar with this wardrobe.

After rummaging around for a while, I found Fu Wenzhou's black pajamas, with the same pink pajamas next to them, which looked like couple pajamas.

Song Qingyou curled her lips, picked up her pajamas and walked to the bathroom. Just as she was about to pass the pajamas in her hand, Fu Wenzhou grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the bathroom off guard. The water in the shower was still dripping down, and Fu Wenzhou pulled her into the bathroom.

Holding her in her arms, Song Qingyou's clothes were wet with water stains on her body, and her long and powerful legs were pressed against her.

Song Qingyou's clothes were wet and clung to her body, outlining her tight lines.

"Why are you so crazy..." Before the second half of the sentence could be uttered, Fu Wenzhou pinched her chin, and Song Qingyou could only raise her head to look at him.

The water droplets on Fu Wenzhou's black hair slid across his sexy Adam's apple. Song Qingyou swallowed her saliva and avoided her eyes: "You...you put on clothes."

Fu Wenzhou's lips curved into a lazy smile: "Sister, my clothes are all wet."

This sister's scream was so long and seductive that Song Qingyou's scalp went numb.

Who is it that can't control it and wants to take over the throne?

She suspected that this man deliberately didn't wear pajamas so he could seduce her.

Song Qingyou stretched out her hand and pushed her chest, but to Fu Wenzhou, such a small amount of force was no different from scratching an itch. Instead, it gave people the illusion of being repelled in return for being welcomed.

With the beauty in his arms, Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple rolled, and he leaned forward to kiss her delicate lips.

The kiss was intense and long. Song Qingyou's head was buzzing. Fu Wenzhou seemed to be more passionate than usual today.

It was precisely this enthusiasm that dissipated the slightest influence Song Ning and Xu Qingran had on her.

Song Qingyou put her hands on the man's neck and responded proactively.

Fu Wenzhou's hands were not idle either. He restrained Song Qingyou's hands above her head and placed his long legs between her calves. Song Qingyou lost her point of strength and was forced to hang halfway on him.

The kiss became more and more intense, and Song Qingyou couldn't bear it and sobbed.

Fu Wenzhou stopped using his cell phone, put it in her ear and said, "Sister, is one month up?"

Song Qingyou's eyelashes were wet and she gasped lightly: "We're here... we're here."

Fu Wenzhou smiled evilly and kissed her earlobe.

Maybe they knew each other better than anyone else, but they just tacitly chose to pretend.

Fu Wenzhou kissed slowly and patiently.

This body is already so familiar with his movements that it doesn't even need to be overly provocative.

Song Qingyou's whole body was limp in Fu Wenzhou's arms. She liked his kisses and doing intimate things with him.

After struggling for almost two hours, Song Qingyou was picked up by Fu Wenzhou and left the bathroom.

Song Qingyou was extremely tired. The amount of exercise she exercised today seriously exceeded the standard. In the end, she couldn't even remember how many times she did it after that. She only vaguely remembered that Fu Wenzhou held her in his arms and changed places. Before she finally lost consciousness, the sun had already risen in the east.

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Song Qingyou slept until the next night.

She just woke up and looked at the time pointing to 5. She thought she woke up too early, but turned around and saw the sky outside, with the sunset glowing in one piece.

Song Qingyou swayed for a while and actually fell asleep until she forgot about the time. Fu Wenzhou didn't wake her up.

The Song family has another meeting today.

Song Qingyou's heart skipped a beat and she hurriedly got up from the bed. Halfway through her clothes, Fu Wenzhou came in from the door.

The man hugged her waist from behind and rested his head on her thin shoulders: "Youyou, are you hungry? I made this Tremella Fungus and Lotus Seed Soup for you."

Song Qingyou turned around and stretched out her hand to push the person away: "Why don't you wake me up?"

Fu Wenzhou hummed and came over to kiss her again: "You are tired, I want you to sleep a little longer."

Song Qingyou: "I still have a chance..."

Fu Wenzhou, a tall man, bent down and buried himself in her shoulder, saying in a low voice, "I helped you drive through."

"What?" Song Qingyou didn't react for a moment, thinking that she heard wrongly.

Fu Wenzhou said: "Isn't the content of the meeting all at Fu Bei's place? I went there at noon to help you finish it."

"..."

Song Qingyou reached out and hugged his head, stroking his wolf tail with her palm: "You might as well help me go to work."
Chapter completed!