The night is getting darker and darker, the moonlight is dim, and the stars are sparse.

Fu Wenzhou stood at the door of his house holding a pillow, looking at the dark villa with dark eyes.

He had been standing at the door for more than half an hour, holding a cigarette in his mouth without lighting it, and just looking up at the direction of the bedroom on the second floor.

Finally, he threw away the cigarette butt irritably and carried the pillow through the door.

Song Qingyou felt a ball of heat pressing against her back in a daze, and asked half asleep: "You're back?"

A low response came from behind.

Song Qingyou leaned back habitually, her two bodies pressed closer together, her waist was tightened, and she moved: "Don't make trouble, sleep."

Fu Wenzhou hugged her and secretly cursed himself for being hopeless. He had promised Song Qingyou to realize the seriousness of this matter before leaving, but he ran back in a hurry before he even lasted three hours.

Fu Wenzhou sighed in the dark night: "Sister, just rely on me to love you."

Song Qingyou was almost conscious now. Although she was still very sleepy, she still listened to everything Fu Wenzhou said word for word.

Her voice seemed a little sleepy, but it was extremely clear in the dark night.

"Idiot, I love you too."

Fu Wenzhou was startled, his brows and eyes quickly relaxed, a smile appeared on his lips, he hugged him tightly, and closed his eyes with contentment.

At the last second before going to sleep, he thought: After all, it is better to sleep peacefully holding his pomelo.

The moon and stars are sparse.

Fu Wenzhou's grand run away from home ended in less than four hours.

Early the next morning, Fu Wenzhou pretended that nothing had happened and was busy making breakfast for Song Qingyou in the kitchen.

Song Qingyou went downstairs after washing up and glanced at Fu Wenzhou in the kitchen, "Come here."

These three simple words made Fu Wenzhou panic, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Is it possible that he is planning to settle scores in the future?

Otherwise, he might as well not admit that he lost his temper and ran away from home last night, blaming it on Gu Bai, saying that he and Xu Zezhan were fighting and he was called over to help. Unexpectedly, Yan Shaoqin happened to be there too, and the four of them gathered at a table to fight.

Learned mahjong.

Well, that's it.

In just a few steps, Fu Wenzhou had already thought of a hundred reasons.

Seeing his slow pace, Song Qingyou patted the seat next to her: "Come and sit."

The more pleasant she looks now, the more panic Fu Wenzhou feels.

Fu Wenzhou's eyelids twitched and he whispered, "I can just sit here."

He sat at the seat furthest away from Song Qingyou.

Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but laugh: "Am I a tiger? Can I still eat you?"

Fu Wenzhou covered his lips and coughed lightly: "Youyou, why don't you have breakfast first?"

Song Qingyou ignored him and asked directly: "When did you come back last night?"

"Two points." Fu Wenzhou was not good at lying, and he was afraid of Song Qingyou's anger when he came up with excuses. But when Song Qingyou really asked him, he didn't want to say the things he had planned in his stomach, and suddenly began to be honest: "I was very upset last night.

I was angry, so I left, but after being away from you for a few hours, I missed you so much that I came back."

Song Qingyou took a sip from the tea cup and said with a half-smile: "Fu Wenzhou, if you can be patient, learn how to run away from home."

Fu Wenzhou remained silent.

In fact, he didn't dare to speak at all.

Song Qingyou put down the tea cup, wiped the corners of her lips gently with her handkerchief, and said softly: "Otherwise, I will ask Fu Nan to pack your things, and you will move to Yan's house. I will tell my uncle that you will be there."

Then live there slowly, don’t you like going there? What do you think of just living there for ten days and a half?”

Song Qingyou is tepid on his noodles.

Fu Wenzhou took the corner of his mouth, and said with a black face: "It's not very good."

Song Qingyou nodded: "That is, don't want to go?"

"Um."

"Then what kind of monster do you make last night."

Fu Wenzhou's expression, his eyebrows frowned fiercely, "Am I making a demon? I just don't want Shen Qiwen to go prosperous."

Song Qingyou said: "Shen Qiyuan is not the kind of person, I have nothing to do with him. He is just because he is currently in the most promising future in China, and there are a group of talents with independent development of the Ministry of Pharmaceutical Research. Bring him, we are two -way cooperation, don't think about it. "

Fu Wenzhou said with a stuffy state after a few seconds: "I know."

"I really know?" Song Qinggou looked at him on his side, expressing his doubt.

Fu Wenzhou's complexion was very heavy, but the response: "Well."

Song Qingyou called him: "Come here."

Fu Wenzhou stood up and walked to Song Qingyou.

Song Qingyou also said: "Bend over."

Fu Wenzhou slowly leaned down his waist.

Song Qingyou gently held his tie, kissed on his cheeks, and smiled and smiled: "Wearing so officially today? Plan to go to the company?"

Fu Wenzhou was not satisfied with the previous taste. He pinched Song Qingyou's chin with one hand and aggravated the kiss that was leaving.

After both of them were panting, he said: "Accompany you to the prosperous."

Song Qingyou: "?"

Don't you know?

Dare to say that the pile of just said nothing?

Song Qingyou raised her eyes, and there was a emotional Yu Yun in her eyes: "What are you doing."

"Accompany you." Fu Wenzhou said for granted.

Song Qinggou was curious: "Don't you go to Fu's every day, so isn't the boss of the big company really going?"

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were hanging and whispered: "Pomelo, have you forgotten, now Fu's is also yours, what has it to do with me."

Song Qingyou had a meal, and there was nothing to say.

The two went to the prosperity after eating breakfast.

Shen Qiwen will not join in next week. Today, I just hand over the personnel on the other side.

Song Qingyou went to the Ministry of Pharmaceutical Research, and Fu Wenzhou was waiting for her in her office.

Strictly speaking, Fu Wenzhou is also one of the prosperous bosses. Although he has the least shares, this is a single stock, and each one is real.

Seeing Fu Wenzhou, the employees of Dingsheng also had to say that President Fu.

Fu Wenzhou directly let him make him a office, just next to Song Qingyou, a few assistants went up and forth, and the arrangement was quickly arranged.

When Song Qinggou came out of the Ministry of Pharmaceutical Research, Fu Wenzhou's office had been cleaned up.

Song Qingyou looked at a office that suddenly got more next to himself, his expression froze, turned his head to look at the culprit: "Are you coming?"

Fu Wenzhou's "um" sounded: "You go to Fu, I'm coming, I'm not good, isn't it good?"

Song Qingyou felt outrageous when she was out of time, she said: "This is not a family, don't play with it."

Fu Wenzhou turned to close the door, dragged Song Qingyou, put it on the desk, and his eyebrows: "Who said I was playing with it?"

Song Qingyou said puzzledly: "Then you ..."

Fu Wenzhou said: "Fu's has a special team to take care of me. I don't need to worry about it. Song is the most important year this year. Just stay there with peace of mind. As for the heyday, give it to me."

Song Qingyou groaned for a moment and said: "In fact, I don't worry about it. Only the Ministry of Pharmaceutical Research requires more thoughts."

"Um." Fu Wenzhou said: "So I come."

Song Qingyou hesitated two seconds after he hesitated: "These medicines are already approval, you pay more attention."
Chapter completed!