"It was Fu Wenzhou who beat people."

Yan Shaoqin's leisurely voice came from the earpiece.

Song Qingyu closed the book with a "snap": "What did you say?" ”

"Looks like he didn't tell you." Yan Shaoqin raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that the name Fu Wenzhou could make the always cold and indifferent Qi Xian's mood fluctuate so much: "Zhang Yinan can't be a man for the rest of his life after being beaten, do you think Zhang Song will let him go easily?" Of course, I've heard about it, but I don't know the specifics. ”

He thought that the person surnamed Fu would use this matter to make a bitter plan, but he didn't tell Song Qingyu.

Yan Shaoqin suddenly felt that his call today was really redundant, and before he could continue to speak, the phone had already been hung up, he looked at the extinguished mobile phone screen, and sighed.

Song Qingyu called Gu Bai and asked directly, "What's wrong with Fu Wenzhou." ”

Tossed into the early hours of the morning last night, Gu Bai had just woken up, and when he heard Song Qingyu's voice, he thought he was dreaming.

After confirming it several times, he said quietly: "No, it's just because you were beaten and you were covered in injuries and couldn't get up from the bed." ”

Gu Bai felt sorry for his brother, told Song Qingyu all the causes and consequences, and said that Fu Wenzhou came to find her last night.

Song Qingyu's eyebrows were slightly condensed, and her voice was very cold: "Is it the bodyguard who has been following Zhang Song?" ”

Gu Bai said: "It should be, because it is impossible for Zhang Song to do it himself." ”

"Got it, thanks."

Afraid of hanging up on the other side, Gu Bai hurriedly asked, "Hey, I said, don't you come to see him?" ”

Song Qingyu coughed a few times: "No." ”

Gu Bai looked at the phone that hung up, and said, "This woman is ruthless, Fu Wenzhou, what do you say you are for?" ”

Fu Wenzhou hugged the porridge, his eyebrows and eyes were impatient: "Who asked you to tell her this." ”

Gu Bai snorted: "I'm not thinking that your injury can't be in vain." ”

Fu Wenzhou was lying on the bed, covered in bandages, looking a little funny, but his facial features were sharp and distinct: "There are many words." ”

"Your conscience has been eaten by dogs." Gu Bai said: "I rushed to your house with the doctor at night and waited for you to come back to bandage your wounds, and you would be disgusted." ”

Fu Wenzhou's mind was full of Song Qingyu's sentence on the phone, "No." "I'm very upset right now.

He didn't want her to worry, but seeing that she really didn't care about herself at all, Fu Wenzhou was a little disappointed and unwilling.

Gu Bai glanced at the gauze on his body: "Can you swallow this breath?" ”

Fu Wenzhou stroked the hair of Congee Congee and sneered: "What I Fu Wenzhou hated most since I was born was that others threatened me. ”

Gu Bai said: "Zhang Song is not easy to deal with, you take it easy." ”

Fu Wenzhou got up and untied the bandages wrapped around his body one by one. Gu Bai saw it, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it: "This is finally bandaged, why are you untying it?" ”

Fu Wenzhou snorted: "Go and use the bitter meat meter." ”

Gu Bai: "...... So what are you doing with porridge porridge? ”

Fu Wenzhou: "Two prongs. ”

“6”

Sycamore Apartments.

The wind rose on the balcony, Song Qingyu coughed lightly several times, and Song Chang hurriedly came over and closed the window: "Miss, you said that you can't blow the wind again, so you have to open the window." ”

Song Qingyu put the book on the bookshelf behind him and handed Song Chang a document: "Uncle Chang, send this anonymous to Zhang's house." ”

Song Chang asked curiously, "What is this?" ”

Song Qingyu smiled slightly: "Zhang Yinan and Zhang Song's DNA paternity test results." ”

Song Chang was stunned and puzzled: "Isn't this what Miss plans to use to contain the Zhang family in the future?" Why do you send it now? ”

Song Qingyu rubbed the jade bracelet on his wrist and said lightly: "It's the same in the morning and evening." ”

Song Chang didn't ask any more, and said, "Okay." ”

After Song Chang left, Song Qingyu lay on the rattan chair with her eyes slightly closed, her white jade-like face was almost transparent by the sun, and her facial features were delicate like paintings, and her beauty was dazzling.

There was movement in the living room, and Song Qingyu thought that Song Chang was back again: "Uncle Chang, I'm a little thirsty, you can pour me a glass of water." ”

The warm water was handed to her, Song Qingyu reached out to take it, and when she wanted to take it away, the back of her hand was suddenly covered by a piece of warm skin, her eyes suddenly opened, and she looked at the tall man in front of her in a daze.

The cat jumped into Song Qingyu's arms, meowed, and pasted her with her head.

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows and reached out to take the porridge down.

The kitten meowed at him dissatisfiedly, and the girl ran away.

Song Qingyu raised her eyes, looked at the person from top to bottom quietly, and finally asked, "Why didn't you go to the hospital?" ”

Fu Wenzhou squatted down beside her, his head resting on her arm on the armrest, and his voice was low: "Yuyu, I thought you really didn't care if I lived or died." ”

Answering the question, Song Qingyu frowned: "Get up." ”

Fu Wenzhou then said: "You know I don't like the smell of disinfectant water in the hospital. ”

Song Qingyu didn't pull her hand away, she didn't bother to worry about the injury: "Zhang Yinan is really useless?" ”

Fu Wenzhou took the opportunity to rub it again, taking advantage of enough: "It's wasted." ”

"Oh." Song Qingyu responded.

She finally pulled her arm away and got up from the wicker chair: "Come here." ”

Fu Wenzhou obediently followed.

Song Qingyu found the medicine box from the utility room and looked at the man: "Take off your clothes." ”

Fu Wenzhou's eyebrows were raised, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with an uninhibited smile: "Pomelo, this broad daylight is not suitable." ”

Song Qingyu glanced at him, his eyes were cold.

Fu Wenzhou smiled: "I'm fine, Gu Bai has already found someone to give me medicine in the morning." ”

"Take it off." Song Qingyu coughed.

Seeing that she began to cough, Fu Wenzhou didn't dare to fight her anymore, and unbuttoned his shirt with one hand with his back to her.

The man's back is broad and thick, with distinct furrows, and every bundle of muscles seems to be carved out of a good look, and the lines are smooth, and with his face, it is impeccably perfect.

Song Qingyu's face became more and more cold.

Originally, Fu Wenzhou was dressed tightly and couldn't see the specific wound clearly, Song Qingyu thought that Zhang Song would not be heavy-handed no matter how he was, but he didn't expect to beat him without a piece of good meat.

"You don't know how to fight back?"

Fu Wenzhou's narrow eyebrows and eyes were raised, and his Adam's apple rolled lightly: "Yuyu, you're not happy." ”

Song Qingyu lowered her eyes and opened the medicine box to help him take medicine: "This medicine will not leave scars." ”

Fu Wenzhou was born with a hot body, and the cold touch of the ointment was just right, he stared at the person who gave him the medicine without blinking, Fu Wenzhou was very tall, although Song Qingyu was one meter six or eight, he was still twenty centimeters taller than her.

He took a step closer and easily approached her, so close that his jaw lowered as if he were about to kiss her forehead.

"Shhh

Song Qingyu's aggravated movements returned to their original state: "Be honest." ”

Fu Wenzhou smiled, leaned over slightly, his eyes stared at her, and his voice was hoarse: "Yuyu." ”

His voice seemed to have a dense little hook, deliberately flirting.

Song Qingyu's fingers trembled, and after a moment of silence, she threw the ointment to him: "Wipe it yourself, once in the morning and evening, you can go." ”

Fu Wenzhou's figure froze.

Two seconds later, his gaze slowly closed, and his eyes were depressed little by little.

"You're bothering me like that."

His voice was hoarse.