Fu Wenzhou didn't stop the movement of his hands. His broad and tall back looked a bit weak and pitiful. He rubbed his hands vigorously, and there was no reaction even though his knuckles were rubbed red.

From this angle, Song Qingyou could only see his slightly trembling shoulders. She frowned, walked up and held the man's wrist and pulled him back.

Fu Wenzhou was unprepared, staggered for a moment, and quickly regained his balance, "Youyou..."

His voice was very hoarse and vaguely nasal.

Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment, and her eyes stopped on his hands with distinct phalanges. The backs of the hands were red, and there were a few fish scales on the palms. The fish scales seemed to be clamped into the flesh, which showed how much force he used.

There was a bit of displeasure in her eyes, and she raised her hand to pick off the scales in the man's palm bit by bit. Just as she was about to take it back, her palm was held back.

Fu Wenzhou pursed his lips tightly and pressed Song Qingyou against the stove behind him. His eyes turned red and he gasped slightly: "I will deal with those reporters. Fu Changlin and Qin You will not appear in front of you again. If you don't want to announce it,

Our relationship will not be made public, and it doesn’t matter if we have no status. I was asking too much before, and I was wrong..."

Hot breath lingered in Song Qingyou's ears, and he lowered his voice: "Don't leave me, sister."

Song Qingyou's breath was suffocated, and her back stiffened for a moment.

Did you think you would be angry and leave him?

Song Qingyou suddenly began to reflect on herself. Is she usually too much? Does she not care about him at all?

Otherwise, the puppy would not feel safe at all.

She slowly raised her hand, paused in the air for a moment, and then landed on his back. The moment her fingertips touched, she could clearly feel the skin under her palm stiffen.

"Wenzhou." Song Qingyou called softly.

Fu Wenzhou froze, his dark eyes locked tightly on Song Qingyou's face, his breathing quickened and his voice low and hoarse: "Sister, what did you just call me?"

Song Qingyou's palm went up his back, grabbed the man's neck, and pressed down. The two lips were already close, but she only used a little force to make them touch.

Their lips touched each other, breathing intertwined.

No one can tell who made that wheezing sound on the tip of his nose.

When the man couldn't help but want to go further, Song Qingyou pressed his lips with her index finger, and her cold voice was mixed with indescribable desire: "Three years ago, I was sorry for you and caused you to be soaked in the rain all night.

This will never happen again."

Fu Wenzhou was suddenly stunned, his eyes dark and complicated.

Song Qingyou rubbed her fingertips and traced the shape of his lips: "I will handle Fu Changlin and Qin You, you don't need to interfere."

Fu Wenzhou raised his dark eyes, emotions surging behind them.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Qingyou frowned and said, "Did you hear that?"

Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple rolled up and down: "Yes, I heard you, sister."

After a long while, he tried again patiently and cautiously: "So you won't leave me behind again?"

Song Qingyou raised her eyes to look at him, raised her finger that was originally on her lips, and patted his face very lightly: "Fu Wenzhou, do I look like that kind of heartless and heartless scumbag?"

Fu Wenzhou's eyebrows were heavy, his palms rubbed her slender waist, and the tip of his tongue touched her back molars and said: "Throw it away after you sleep, don't you?"

Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was talking about what she said after the two had sex for the first time.

Song Qingyou raised her eyebrows slightly and reached out to hold Fu Wenzhou's wrist to prevent him from causing trouble. "Well, I am. Then you can go."

Fu Wenzhou: "..."

"Don't kill the fish either."

"..." The man's low and sexy voice sounded faintly: "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing. Sister, can you forgive me?"

Song Qingyou held her chin up, with a faint smile in her eyes: "Barely."

Fu Wenzhou's black eyes narrowed slightly, he came close to her and bit her earlobe in revenge.

Song Qingyou felt numb all over and wanted to move back, but he couldn't move because he was holding her back. She gasped slightly, enduring the sudden and uncontrollable surge of love.

In the end, the fish was not finished. Fu Wenzhou cooked a bowl of noodles as quickly as possible, hugged the exhausted person in his arms, and coaxed her to eat in a low voice: "Youyou, be good, open your mouth."

Song Qingyou was so tired that she didn't even bother to open her eyelids.

I can’t figure out how this man can switch between a wolf-dog and a milk-dog so easily.

Seeing that she refused to eat, Fu Wenzhou had no choice but to continue coaxing: "Youyou..."

"Fu Wenzhou." Song Qingyou interrupted him, opened his eyes and said, "Don't do it for so long in the future."

Her bones are falling apart.

How can I stand doing this again and again!

Fu Wenzhou almost dropped a pair of chopsticks in his hand and looked at her aggrievedly: "I only did it once..." If he hadn't been concerned about her body, how could he have done it just once?

Do you want to be deprived of even this opportunity?

When Fu Wenzhou thought that he would be unable to touch and see from the future, it would be no exaggeration to say that the sky was falling.

Song Qingyou's eyes complained with shame: "You did it once, but it lasted nearly three hours!"

She was really a little angry. He was obviously controlling/s, but he felt comfortable, grinding her to death.

Song Qingyou must put an end to his behavior.

Fu Wenzhou pursed his lips tightly, feeling a little guilty after all. He discussed with her in a low voice: "I will try to be faster in the future."

"..." Song Qingyou's ears felt hot. Why did Fu Wenzhou's tone sound so like she turned away after eating and drinking.

She rubbed her eyebrows and decided to avoid the topic: "Feed me some noodles."

How dare Fu Wenzhou disobey her orders at this time, and hurriedly carried the bowls and chopsticks to feed her carefully.

Song Qingyou had a small appetite and was full after eating a few mouthfuls. Fu Wenzhou kissed her lips and took out the bowls and chopsticks to wash them.

Afterwards, Fu Wenzhou took Song Qingyou to take a bath. After the hot water was washed away, Song Qingyou's body felt much more relaxed and she was no longer so tired.

Leaning in Fu Wenzhou's arms, he suddenly thought of what happened in prison, "Didn't you pull out Fu Tingshen's tongue?"

"It's picked up again." Fu Wenzhou said casually: "I still prefer to hear him beg for mercy."

Fu Tingshen should understand the despair of shouting until his throat is broken and no one can save him.

After saying that, his eyes suddenly narrowed and his tone was lazy and sinister: "Youyou, you went to Prison No. 12."

Not in a questioning tone.

Song Qingyou's heart skipped a beat and she said in a calm voice: "I'm sleepy."

Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly, domineering and possessive: "You are not allowed to see Fu Tingshen."

Song Qingyou: "..."

Who wants to see him?

She turned over, closed her eyes and ignored him.

When he turned around, a strand of black hair ran through Fu Wenzhou's fingers. The man stared at his hand in a daze, and for a long time, he sniffed it like a demon.

How could his pomelo be so fragrant?

Want to kiss, want to hug, want to sleep...
Chapter completed!