Song Qingyu woke up suddenly, stretched out her hand to turn on the lamp as if she was in shock, turned her head and saw the handsome face that broke through the sky, and almost became angry.

She coughed violently, coughing until her face turned red, and she almost gritted her teeth and shouted her name: "Fu Wenzhou!" ”

Fu Wenzhou silently turned over and got out of bed, and poured her a cup of hot water: "Add pear paste, moisten your throat." ”

Song Qingyu stared at the man for a few seconds, but finally took the cup, and after drinking it, her throat felt much better.

Fu Wenzhou saw that she finished drinking, so he naturally took the empty cup and went to the kitchen to wash it before turning back.

Song Qingyu frowned slightly: "How do you know that I am here." ”

Fu Wenzhou pulled a chair and sat down in front of her: "The Fu family can't find you, so they came here." ”

Song Qingyu took a deep breath: "I changed the password." ”

"All you can use is the number permutation of porridge porridge birthday." Fu Wenzhou propped his hands on both sides of her, pressed very close, his arms were slightly convex, and the corners of his mouth showed a mixed smile: "Even if you change it a hundred times, I can guess it." ”

"Stay away from me." Song Qingyu raised her hand against his extremely oppressive chest, and the tails of her eyes were red stains because of coughing, which made people feel pity for no reason.

Fu Wenzhou stared at her eyes tightly, his pupils were dark, and when he focused on a person, he would look very gloomy, as if he could suck people in.

"Yuzu ......"

Song Qingyu frowned, at this time, she could only move out of her seniority, like a warning and a reminder: "Fu Wenzhou, I am your little aunt." ”

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were surging instantly, and after a while, he calmed down, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a touch of arc: "So what, it's me who holds you, it's me who kisses you, and I want to do it with you......"

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

"What do I think of you?" Fu Wenzhou was close to her, breathing intertwined: "Yuyu, don't always press me with seniority." Didn't you say that? I'm a mad dog, and I can do anything when I'm in a hurry. ”

Song Qingyu has a splitting headache, she has a weak temperament since she was a child, and rarely has mood swings. Only Fu Wenzhou can always easily involve her emotions, but there is nothing he can do about this mad dog.

Song Qingyu has divorced Fu Tingshen, and from now on she just wants to stay away from the Fu family, especially Fu Wenzhou.

Three years ago, when he learned that the Song and Fu families were about to get married, Fu Wenzhou rushed back from abroad overnight and ran to her, begging her in the rain not to marry Fu Tingshen, begging her to wait for him any longer.

At that time, Song Qingyu was inexplicable, she had never seen this person in her impression, so she politely asked Uncle Chang to pull the person up from the rain, handed him an umbrella, and then turned to leave.

It wasn't until a long time later that Song Qingyu knew that Fu Wenzhou had lived in the Song family for a period of time, and the young Fu Wenzhou was withdrawn and taciturn, and was extremely unsociable. Later, Fu Wenzhou has been following Song Qingyu, knowing that she is always sick, he will change his methods to make her happy, take care of her, and do everything he can to prevent her from getting sick and suffering.

Fu Wenzhou cried fiercely on the day he left, and he had to ask Song Qingyu to promise that he would wait for him to grow up and marry her in the future.

Song Qingyu agreed.

The promise made when he was young and ignorant was only taken seriously by Fu Wenzhou.

Song Qingyu sighed, a little puzzled why the well-behaved and cute little milk dog when she was a child grew up to become a mad dog that wanted to devour her.

She stretched out her hand on Fu Wenzhou's arm, wanting to push him away, and make it clear to him, but before her hand could exert her strength, Fu Wenzhou's body moved, and her head was buried in her shoulder socket and she muffled: "Sister." ”

Song Qingyu's fingers, which originally wanted to push people out, were slightly numb.

This is Fu Wenzhou's way of pleasing her when she was a child.

Song Qingyu lost her mind for a moment, and Fu Wenzhou took the opportunity to bite her delicate neck flesh with his head, and withdrew to a safe distance before Song Qingyu pushed away.

"Are you a dog?" Song Qingyu covered her neck, and there was no big wave on her face, obviously she was almost used to such a sneak attack in the past three years.

A wave of pleasure rose in Fu Wenzhou's eyes, and it was difficult to capture.

Song Qingyu frowned at him, not understanding why he scolded him and scolded people happily.

She pursed her lips: "How did you come here and how to go back?" ”

Fu Wenzhou took advantage of this trip and was driven out of the room satisfied.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Qingyu had a rare good night's sleep, and after washing, she came out to feed the cat, but found that the porridge was taken away, and the owner also left a note, the handwriting was as arrogant and arrogant as the owner.

I took it home with me, and if I wanted to see it, I came to my house.

Song Qingyu: ......

The porridge porridge was originally picked up by Fu Wenzhou, and after raising it for a while, she sent the cat here, and from time to time when she was in a good mood, she would take it back and raise it for a while.

After raising it for a long time, she has feelings, and when Song Qingyu wants to make porridge, she will ask Uncle Chang to send her to Fu Wenzhou's house, thinking that she will go back after a sneak peek, but every time Fu Wenzhou goes back, she will stand at the door with a cat and greet her with a smile.

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

Song Qingyu crumpled the note into a ball and gave a four-word evaluation to its owner: "Scheming." ”

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

Song Qingyu froze, his white fingertips swiped the mobile phone screen, and clicked on Fu Wenzhou's WeChat interface, his avatar was the back of a girl wearing a white dress standing under a tree to hide from the rain, very blurry, difficult for others to recognize.

Only Song Qingyu knows that the back in the avatar is his eighteen-year-old self.

She didn't know when Fu Wenzhou took this photo, and every time she asked him to change it, she didn't change it, and she didn't bother to pursue it over time.

Click on the transfer to him and note the breakfast money, and don't contact him again in the future, and then quickly exited the interface.

On the other side, Fu Wenzhou was lying on the sofa in a good mood and stroked his head, and when he received Song Qingyu's WeChat message, he hooked his lips, and his whole face immediately sank when he saw the transfer.

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

As soon as Gu Bai entered the door, he encountered the scene of wild dogs going crazy, and said "hey" strangely: "Is this angry with your little aunt again?" ”

Porridge was scared away a long time ago, but Fu Wenzhou still maintained the posture of petting the cat, and said nothing with a cold face.

Gu Bai walked across from him and sat down, as Fu Wenzhou was young, he naturally knew about the other party and Song Qingyu, and he didn't persuade him at the beginning, after all, who he liked was not good, he had to like a married woman, especially his little aunt.

However, Fu Wenzhou followed Song Qingyu like a demon, looking for her with needles, and sometimes he did not hesitate to toss himself half to death in order to see her.

Later, he couldn't be persuaded anymore, Gu Bai didn't bother to care, so he left it to him, anyway, the sick beauty of the Song family might not be able to take care of him.

Fu Wenzhou's body pressure was very low, obviously on the verge of anger, Gu Bai thought of the task he came to today, and pushed him: "Don't be mourned, isn't it just a woman, tonight Yan Shao's birthday, a party, beautiful women like clouds, buddy want which one?" Let's not hang ourselves from a tree. ”

Fu Wenzhou opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were low: "Lao Tzu is rare Song Qingyu!" ”

Gu Bai: "......"

Oh, rotten wood cannot be carved.

He put it another way: "It is said that Song Qingyu also went." ”

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

Gu Bai felt that this person was hopeless: "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 expressionlessly.

Gu Bai was speechless.