Song Qingyou suddenly woke up, and as if she was still in shock, she reached out and turned on the desk lamp, turned her head and saw the handsome face that was so handsome that she almost got angry.

She coughed suddenly, until her face turned red, and she almost gritted her teeth and shouted: "Fu Wenzhou!"

Fu Wenzhou quietly turned over and got out of bed, poured her a cup of hot water: "I added pear cream to moisten my throat."

Song Qingyou stared at the man for a few seconds, but she took the cup and felt much better after drinking it.

Seeing that she finished drinking, Fu Wenzhou naturally took the empty cup and turned to the kitchen to wash it before returning.

Song Qingyou frowned slightly: "How did you know I'm here?"

Fu Wenzhou pulled over the chair and sat down in front of her: "The Fu family can't find you, so we're here."

Song Qingyou took a deep breath: "I changed my password."

"What you can use is just the arrangement of the number of birthdays of the porridge porridge." Fu Wenzhou supported her hands on both sides, pressing her very close, her arms were slightly bulging, and a smile appeared on the corners of her mouth: "Even if you change them a hundred times, I can guess."

"Stay away from me." Song Qingyou raised her hand to press against his extremely oppressive chest. The ends of her eyes were stained with red stains due to coughing, which made people feel pity for no reason.

Fu Wenzhou stared at her eyes tightly. His pupils were darker. When he focused on someone, he would look very deep, as if he could suck someone in.

“Youyou…”

Song Qingyou frowned. At this time, she could only move her seniority, like a warning or a reminder: "Fu Wenzhou, I am your little aunt."

Fu Wenzhou's eyes surged in an instant, and after a moment, he returned to calm, and a curve was drawn from the corner of his mouth: "So what, it's me who holds you, it's me who kisses you, it's me who wants to do with you..."

"Shut up!" Song Qingyou couldn't listen to his bastard words, and was both ashamed and annoyed: "If you hadn't been messing around, every time you broke in and hugged me while I was asleep in the middle of the night, you thought I... "

"How did I think you are?" Fu Wenzhou approached her and breathed in conjunction: "Youyou, don't always use seniority to suppress me. Didn't you say that? I'm just a mad dog, and I can do anything if I'm in a hurry."

Song Qingyou had a split headache. She has been weak since she was a child and rarely had emotional fluctuations. Only Fu Wenzhou can always easily involve her emotions, but she just has no choice but to use this mad dog.

Song Qingyou has divorced Fu Tingshen and since then she just wants to stay away from the Fu family, especially Fu Wenzhou.

Three years ago, when Fu and the two families of Song and Fu were about to marry each other, Fu Wenzhou rushed back from abroad overnight and ran to her in front of her in the rain, begging her not to marry Fu Tingshen, begging her to wait for him again.

Song Qingyou was inexplicably surprised at that time. She had never seen this person in her impression, so she politely asked Uncle Chang to pull the person up from the rain, hand him an umbrella, and then turned around and left.

It was not until a long time later that Song Qingyou learned that Fu Wenzhou had lived in the Song family for a while. The young Fu Wenzhou was withdrawn and taciturn and extremely dissatisfied. At a banquet, Fu Wenzhou was bullied and Song Qingyou rescued him. Later, Fu Wenzhou kept following Song Qingyou, knowing that she was always sick, he would try his best to make her happy, take care of her, and try every means to prevent her from getting sick.

Fu Wenzhou cried very fiercely on the day he left, and insisted that Song Qingyou promised that he would wait for him to grow up and marry her in the future.

Song Qingyou agreed.

Only Fu Wenzhou took the promises he made when he was young and ignorant.

Song Qingyou sighed, unable to understand why the cute little puppy who was a child would become a crazy dog ​​who wanted to swallow her into her stomach when she grew up.

She reached out and put her hand on Fu Wenzhou's arm, trying to push him away, and explained it clearly to him. Before her hand could be used, Fu Wenzhou moved his body and buried his head in her shoulder and said softly: "Sister."

Song Qingyou's fingers that originally wanted to push people out slightly numb.

This is how Fu Wenzhou pleased her when he was a child.

Song Qingyou was lost for a moment, and Fu Wenzhou took the opportunity to turn his head and bit her tender neck, and retreated to a safe distance before Song Qingyou pushed it away.

"Are you a dog?" Song Qingyou covered her neck, and there was no big wave on her face. Obviously, she had almost gotten used to such sneak attacks in the past three years.

A sense of pleasure rose in Fu Wenzhou's eyes, which was so light that it was hard to capture.

Song Qingyou frowned and looked at him, but she didn't know why she scolded him and was so happy.

She pursed her lips: "How did you come back?"

Fu Wenzhou took advantage of this trip and was kicked out of the room with satisfaction.

The next morning, Song Qingyou had a rare good night's sleep. After washing up, she came out to feed the cat. She found that the porridge was taken away. The owner also left a note with his handwriting as frivolous and arrogant as the owner.

I took the porridge home, and I came to my house if I wanted to see it.

Song Qingyou:...

The porridge was originally picked up by Fu Wenzhou. After raising it for a while, he sent the cat to her. From time to time, he would take it back to raise it for a while.

After raising her for a long time, she will have feelings. When Song Qingyou wants to porridge, she will ask Uncle Chang to take her to Fu Wenzhou's home. She will take a sneak peek and go back, but every time she goes back, Fu Wenzhou will stand at the door holding a cat and greet her with a smile.

The cat belongs to someone else, and she has no reason to come back, so she can only sulk.

Song Qingyou crumpled the notes into a ball and gave its owner four words: "It's a lot of tricks."

She glanced at the prepared breakfast on the table, fish porridge, and a cup of stewed pears.

Song Qingyou was stunned. She cut her fingertips on the phone screen and clicked on Fu Wenzhou's WeChat interface. His avatar was a girl standing under a tree wearing a white long dress and hiding from the rain. It was very blurry and it was difficult for others to recognize her.

Only Song Qingyou knew that the back in the avatar was the 18-year-old herself.

She didn't know when Fu Wenzhou took this photo, and she didn't change it every time she asked him to change it. Over time, she was too lazy to pursue it.

Click to transfer the money to him and note the breakfast money. In addition, don’t contact him again in the future and then quickly exit the interface.

On the other hand, Fu Wenzhou was in a good mood and was lying on the sofa, rubbing his head with the porridge. When he received a WeChat message from Song Qingyou, he curled his lips. When he saw the transfer, his whole face immediately sank.

With a "bang", the phone fell to pieces.

As soon as Gu Bai entered the door, he encountered a wild dog going crazy. He said strangely: "Are you angry with your little aunt again?"

Zhuzhu had been scared away long ago, but Fu Wenzhou still maintained the posture of petting his cat, and said nothing with a cold face.

Gu Bai walked to him and sat down. As Fu Wenzhou's childhood friend, he naturally knew about the other party and Song Qingyou. He had not advised him at the beginning. After all, if you like someone, you have to like a married woman, especially her little aunt.

But Fu Wenzhou followed the demon and pestered Song Qingyou, looking for her whenever she could see her. Sometimes she would torture herself to death in order to see her.

Later, he couldn't persuade him anymore, and Gu Bai was too lazy to take care of him, so he could go. Anyway, the sick beauty in the Song family might not be able to pay attention to him.

Fu Wenzhou's breath pressure was very low, obviously on the verge of anger. Gu Bai thought of the task he came today and pushed him: "Don't die, isn't it just a woman? Tonight, Mr. Yan opened a party on his birthday, and there were so many beautiful women. Who do you want? Don't hang yourself on a tree."

Fu Wenzhou suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes lowered and his sinister eyes: "I just like Song Qingyou!"

Gu Bai: "..."

Oh, rotten wood cannot be carved.

He changed his statement: "It is said that Song Qingyou also went."

Fu Wenzhou was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "She doesn't like the fun, why did she go to Yan Shaoqin's birthday party? When did she meet Yan Shaoqin?"

Gu Bai felt that this person was helpless: "She doesn't know Yan Shaoqin, but Yan Shaoqin's sister is her only friend, don't you know?"

"I know, I forgot." Fu Wenzhou said without any expression.

Gu Bai looked speechless.
Chapter completed!