Zhou Yu was also stupid, looking at the man in front of him in a panic.

Song Jingyu took the opportunity to escape from Zhou Yu's arm, took a few steps back, and looked at Zhou Yu with fear in her eyes.

When Zhou Yu saw Zhou Fusheng, his expression instantly stiffened, and he cautiously hesitated to phrase it.

Zhou Fusheng frowned, glanced at him, and a monosyllable came from his throat: "Get out!" ”

"It's not over." Zhou Yu turned around, glared at Song Jingyu viciously, and then walked out quickly.

In the room, only Song Jingyu and Zhou Fusheng remained.

Song Jingyu was a little embarrassed, so she simply didn't look at him, and stroked her messy hair irritably, "Why are you back again?" ”

Zhou Fusheng replied lightly: "Something has fallen." ”

As he spoke, he walked over to the bed and took the phone that had fallen from the bedside in his hand.

He didn't bother to ask about Fang Cai's affairs, perhaps to save her face, or maybe he wasn't interested in any of this at all.

Song Jingyu's hand was holding the floor and wanted to stand up, a sharp pain came from her calf, and when she looked down, she saw that blood was dripping down the wound, probably because she had been scratched by something just now.

She gritted her teeth and walked to the cupboard, limping, her eyes fixed on the medicine box above.

Zhou Fusheng took the medicine box for her, put her on the edge of the bed, and simply treated her wounds.

Song Jingyu lowered her eyes to look at him, this person was wearing a simple and cheap shirt, and the cuffs had serious wear marks.

Unlike the men who worked in the clubhouse, this week looked like a worker. But these hands are white and slender, and she thinks that no laborer's hands will be so well maintained.

After the wound was treated, Zhou Fusheng washed his hands and planned to leave, while Song Jingyu took out a bank card and stuffed it into the pocket of his shirt.

Seeing that he was puzzled, Song Jingyu added: "This is for you, although it was the first time last night, but ...... I'm satisfied, but I'd like you to think about the question that was raised. ”

The implication is to wrap him up.

Zhou Fusheng looked at her, smiling rather than smiling, "You are quite generous." ”

"If you follow me, I'll be more generous." Song Jingyu was arrogant, took out another wad of cash, and threw it in front of him like discarded waste paper, "How is it?" Have you thought about it? ”

It's like a dirt boss.

Zhou Fusheng didn't mind, he still maintained a smile on his face, but he didn't refuse her at the first time, his tone was playful, "What do you like about me?" ”

Song Jingyu's eyes were contemptuous, she looked up and down, and after a while, she smiled: "It's probably just that this skin looks better, but it doesn't matter, you just want to please me, as long as you don't interact with other women during the period, you can do anything." ”

After saying that, she thought of something and added.

"I'm afraid of getting sick."

Zhou Fusheng stopped, laughing and not speaking.

He didn't stay here long, and then he took an urgent call and left.

Standing on the second floor, Song Jingyu looked at his back, never able to understand the meaning of his smile.

Towards the end of the evening, she received a call from Fang Yuan again.

In the content of the last phone call, Fang Yuan's arrogant tone was still lingering in her ears, and she looked like she was cheap and behaved, so she asked her to leave Zhou Yu quickly.

This time, she called again, and she didn't know what she was going to do.

She didn't hesitate, she just picked it up, but wanted to hear what else she could say.

Sure enough, Fang Yuan's acting skills are good, and she is even more stable than the last time, as soon as she picked up the phone, she could hear the sobbing voice of the woman on the other end.

"Please, save Zhou Yu!"