One o'clock in the morning.

"Grass! Why hasn't Wenzhou come out yet? Gu Bai squatted on the steps at the entrance of the hospital, looking worried: "It's been more than an hour, no, I have to go in and have a look." ”

He said that he stood up and was about to rush in, but was stopped by Xu Zezhan: "The door is guarded by the army, can you get in." ”

Gu Bai hurriedly said: "Then what do you say?" The surname Zhang is not a small mouth, can Wenzhou beat him? Could it be that Zhang Song really plans to ask Wenzhou to compensate his son for an egg? ”

"I'll give my second uncle a call." Liang Muchuan frowned. He didn't stop today because he wanted Fu Wenzhou to vent his emotions, who would have thought that he would directly cripple people.

Xu Zezhan: "Damn, isn't it just bullying Wenzhou that his grandfather died early, and there is no one behind his parents who died early, this Zhang Song, how many years have he been out of power, and he is still holding his mouth." ”

Liang Muchuan said while calling: "Zhang Song doesn't have the courage to really treat Wenzhou, don't worry." ”

Gu Bai just wanted to speak, but suddenly saw a person limping out of the door, covered in blood, his shirt and pants were torn several holes, and the wounds exposed were particularly oozing.

"Wenzhou!" Gu Bai immediately ran forward to support the person, and when he saw that he was covered with injuries from the beating, he was almost so angry that he lost his speech: "Don't you just waste his son?" As for beating you like this?! ”

Xu Zezhan snorted: "You don't know how to fight back!" Beaten by someone else? What about your ability to fight underground black boxing in country M before? ”

Liang Muchuan stepped forward and glanced at his injuries: "Go back to the hospital." ”

Fu Wenzhou's black hair was stained with blood, and he wiped it casually, involving the wound on his arm, and "hissed": "If you don't go, you can't die." ”

Gu Bai saw that he still had a stubborn and indifferent attitude, and he was angry: "You can be strong, I won't collect your corpse if you die!" ”

Zhang Song's position is wonderful, picking where it hurts the most and where to fight the most, Fu Wenzhou didn't say a word the whole time, until the wall clock on the wall pointed to the hour, the man stopped and left, and Fu Wenzhou forced his body to come out.

He moved his muscles and bones, and the wound oozed blood with his movements: "Okay, you all go back, I still have something to do." ”

"What's the matter with you at such a late hour? You don't want to go back to recuperate from this injury? Gu Bai said angrily.

Fu Wenzhou took out the car keys from his pocket and said in a lazy tone: "Such a little injury is far from when I was in country M." ”

Xu Zezhan wanted to hold him, but his hand rested in the air for a long time and found that he was injured and had no place to start, so he could only watch Fu Wenzhou start the car.

The three of them took a mouthful of car exhaust.

Liang Muchuan: "Eighty percent went to find Song Qingyu again." ”

Gu Bai: "If you are injured like this, you still have to go to her, bitter meat?" ”

Xu Zezhan: "I see that it is all flesh wounds, Zhang Song should not have a dead hand, that is, he is looking at the infiltrating people." ”

As the night gets darker, the street lamps emit a dim light on the quiet path, and the occasional breeze blows, bringing a hint of coolness.

Fu Wenzhou's car stopped on the side of the road, limping slowly forward.

There are voice-activated lights in the corridor, Fu Wenzhou's steps are very light, and there is darkness in front of him, but fortunately, he has good eyes, and he has been here too many times, and it is always in the middle of the night, so he easily groped for Song Qingyu's door.

The suit was casually draped over his shoulders, and the white shirt was red with blood.

Fu Wenzhou slowly sat down against the door, the bruises on his waist suddenly pulled, he snorted, his exposed chest was covered with stick wounds, and the tight muscles under him were screaming in the middle of the night, even if he was embarrassed at the moment, it was difficult to hide the ruffian in his bones.

Fu Wenzhou took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, slowly took out one from it, and beat it twice with trembling hands before turning on the lighter.

A drop of blood left along his narrow eyebrows, swirling around his collarbone, sliding unwillingly.

He leaned against the doorframe, a cigarette in his mouth, and his body was full of uninhibited energy.

I don't know how long I sat there, until the sky was white and there were cigarette butts on the ground, Fu Wenzhou stood up, picked up the cigarette butts and threw them into the trash can at the end of the corridor.

When he turned around, he found that there was a small piece of blood on the door frame, Fu Wenzhou's brows suddenly twisted, and he searched for a long time on his body before finding a piece of clothing that was not stained by bloodstains, and wiped the dirty part clean.

Fu Wenzhou drove to Xu Ji to buy breakfast and turned back, and when he got out of the car, he ran into Song Chang.

Song Chang saw his injury and was taken aback: "Mr. Fu, who are you fighting again?" ”

"No, I was bitten by a dog." Fu Wenzhou said lightly.

Song Chang was suspicious, but he didn't ask more if he shouldn't ask, and only said, "Why don't you drive the car in?" ”

The apartment where Song Qingyu lives is in the back building, and the car is parked at the intersection, and you have to walk for at least ten minutes to get there.

"She sleeps lightly, and driving past her downstairs is afraid of noisy her." Fu Wenzhou's voice was low and calm, and he handed over the food box he was carrying: "Xu Ji, who likes to eat grapefruit, you help me bring it over, just say that you bought it, don't tell her that I have been here." ”

"Uh......" Song Chang was speechless for a while, this little Fu was always injured like this, and he still cared about his young lady's breakfast.

Doing good deeds without leaving a name, it is really a contemporary living Lei Feng.

Song Changmu sent the silver Maybach away, and his impression of Fu Wenzhou rose another degree.

Song Qingyu rested on the recliner on the balcony, and the morning sun was always exceptionally warm.

Song Chang pushed the door in: "Miss, it's time for breakfast." ”

Song Qingyu got up slowly, she was wearing ordinary home clothes today, but even so, it couldn't hide her amazing beauty.

Song Chang took out the contents of the food box one by one and set up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Xu Ji's morning tea?" Song Qingyu sat down with a smile in her eyes: "How do you know that I am hungry for this." ”

Song Chang smiled and said, "Miss, eat it while it's hot." ”

"Uncle Chang, sit down together." When Song Qingyu eats the food she likes to eat, she will be in a happy mood, and her cold tone will rise gently on weekdays.

Song Chang said: "I've eaten it." ”

After breakfast, Song Qingyu received a call from Yan Shaoqin.

She sat on the recliner and flipped through the books, and her voice was faint: "Has the approval of the Hesheng Building passed?" ”

Yan Shaoqin said: "How can it be so fast, it is estimated that it will take three or four days." ”

Song Qingyu's eyes lifted slightly, and she asked puzzledly, "Then what are you calling me for?" ”

"......" Yan Shaoqin's eyelids jumped, and then he laughed maliciously: "I heard that someone was angry at the crown last night and sent the youngest son of the Zhang family to the hospital, and the old man Zhang lost his temper for a long time. ”

Song Qingyu rubbed her eyebrows impatiently: "Are you calling just to talk about these gossip?" ”

Yan Shaoqin said: "It was Fu Wenzhou who beat people. ”