Yun Nian angrily ran to the living room and planned to ask Song Qingyou directly, but when he stood at the door and saw Song Qingyou sitting on the rattan chair on the balcony looking out the window with empty eyes, he suddenly couldn't ask again.

That back figure was so lonely and desolate, as if cut off from this time and space.

Yun Nian didn't dare to disturb him anymore, so he closed the door very gently.

In fact, Song Qingyou was not that sad, she was just thinking about things.

She was thinking about what she should do next if the paternity test results proved that she was not Song Yuan's daughter and had nothing to do with Song Yuan.

Song Qingyou always budgets for the results before doing things.

She doesn't do anything she's not sure about.

So she had to think about the worst plan. If she really had nothing to do with Song Yuan, whose daughter would she be? Does Song Yuan know about this? And grandpa, does he know?

Song Qingyou actually admired Song Ning. She really didn't know how he managed to ignore her father and daughter for twenty years. Although they lived in the same city, she never showed up in front of them once.

, even going so far as to remain anonymous and give up the identity of Song Ning.

Song Qingyou asked herself that she could never be like Song Ning no matter what.

So for now, she is not ready to meet Song Ning.

Song Qingyou has no plans to open this paternity test for the time being.

When Fu Wenzhou came back in the evening, he saw that the document placed on the coffee table in the living room had no trace of being opened. It was obvious that its owner had not touched it.

Fu Wenzhou paused for a few seconds, walked over, picked up the lonely document on the coffee table, and walked upstairs.

There was a faint glow from the table lamp in the bedroom. Song Qingyou was lying sideways on the rattan chair, staring at the night outside the window in a daze. The moon reflected on her face through the glass window, and her originally clear and beautiful facial features became more dazzling and delicate.

She was so absorbed in watching that she didn't even notice the footsteps approaching.

Fu Wenzhou bent down and put a cashmere blanket on her body, and then placed a gentle kiss on the end of her eyes.

His voice seemed to have been rolled in gravel, with a rough texture: "It's cold at night, why are you wearing so little?"

Song Qingyou turned her head slowly, her eyes met his, and her heart palpitated: "I forgot."

Forgot to wear it.

Fu Wenzhou's tone was helpless and doting: "Sister, why have you forgotten everything?"

Song Qingyou lowered her eyes in embarrassment: "I won't do it next time."

Fu Wenzhou said: "I saw a document on the coffee table, so I opened it and read it."

Song Qingyou was startled: "Did you take it apart?"

Fu Wenzhou responded in a low voice: "It's over. A paternity test. The result is that you and Song Chen are not related by blood."

Song Qingyou thought about it all afternoon and then he said it in such a simple way.

It doesn’t seem that hard to accept?

Song Qingyou found that her heart was calm and even a little bit lucky.

It turns out that she really has nothing to do with Song Yuan, and there is no blood of that scumbag flowing on her body.

Song Qingyou smiled slowly and said sincerely: "It's pretty good."

No one's blood is stronger than Song Yuan's.

After thinking about it, she asked: "Do you think Song Yuan knows that I am not his daughter?"

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were dark and his voice was low: "I don't know. Or rather, I don't dare and don't want to know."

"Why do you say that?"

Fu Wenzhou sneered: "How can he inherit the Song family's property legitimately after knowing it, so even if he knows, he has to pretend not to know. He had a big fight with Song Ning in the delivery room, and Song Ning may have told him about it in revenge."

, so he had the idea of ​​wanting Song Ning to die, otherwise once Song Ning divorces him and the child is not his, everything he has worked hard for so many years will be ruined."

After a pause, Fu Wenzhou sneered: "So he had to kill Song Ning to silence him, but what he didn't expect was that Song Ning would run away."

Song Qingyou frowned and asked: "Then why didn't he tell me about this when I went to prison before?"

Fu Wenzhou squatted beside her. He was tall and could look at Song Qingyou even while squatting. When he heard this, he said with a smile but not a smile: "My silly sister, I can only take revenge on you if I don't tell you."

"What?" Song Qingyou was stunned.

Fu Wenzhou said: "As long as you are his daughter, what he did to you and your childhood experience will never be forgotten. He wants you to always remember how miserable your life was in the Song family because of him.

"

Song Qingyou's face darkened and her tone was a little cold: "You were too gentle at first."

This time it was Fu Wenzhou's turn to be stunned: "You don't want me to do it..."

Song Qingyou stood up expressionlessly: "It is not a pity for a person like Song Yuan to die."

"That's true." Fu Wenzhou agreed. His legs were a little numb after squatting for a long time. He chuckled behind him: "Sister, give me a hand."

Song Qingyou stopped and turned around, looking at him funny: "My legs are almost healed, but you still need help, you are so delicate, Mr. Fu."

Fu Wenzhou's face was indifferent, and he started talking flirtatiously: "The main reason is that I want my sister to hold my hand."

Song Qingyou looked down at him leisurely: "Call me sister a few more times."

Fu Wenzhou has never had any integrity in this regard: "Sister, sister, sister, sister..."

His voice was low and sexy, and every sound of "sister" seemed to pass through Song Qingyou's eardrums like an electric shock.

With such a voice coupled with this inhumanly handsome face, even Song Qingyou could hardly hold it back.

She lightly covered her lips and pretended to cough, but her reddish ears betrayed her.

"You...why are you so..."

After all, Song Qingyou was thin-skinned and couldn't say such embarrassing words like Fu Wenzhou without blushing or heartbeat.

He took two steps forward, gently raised his hand and grasped Fu Wenzhou's outstretched palm, trying to pull him up.

She had very little strength. To Fu Wenzhou, this strength was like scratching an itch and did not provide any assistance.

But Fu Wenzhou remained silent, as if he was really being pulled up by her. As he stood up, he used some force on his wrist to pull the person into his arms, and circled the person from behind with one hand.

Song Qingyou didn't expect his sudden movement. She was startled and looked at him angrily: "Can't you get up?"

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyelids slightly: "Didn't I say that I want to hold my sister's hand, hug my sister's waist, and covet my sister's body."

Song Qingyou: "...You want to be shameless!"
Chapter completed!