Fu Wenzhou sat there very well, waiting for Song Qingyu to give him medicine.

She said she wasn't allowed to move, and he really didn't move.

Song Qingyu's fingers covered him and gently smeared on his wound, the pair of thin white and tender hands shook into people's hearts like hooks, and even the coldness with that little ointment warmed up on his body.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes drooped, and all the surging emotions were suppressed by him.

On the one hand, the desire is rising, and on the other hand, the suppression of reason, he didn't dare to let the little fairy in his heart see his posture, so he could only endure it, restrain himself, and pretend to be a decent man.

With Song Qingyu's voice, "Okay." Fu Wenzhou finally ended this masochistic drug application process.

Fu Wenzhou's slender fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, his movements were careless, his forehead hair drooped naturally, half covering his dark and narrow eyes, his eyelashes were thick, and the tails of his eyes were slightly raised.

obviously has a pair of indifferent and amorous eyes, but he has loved Song Qingyu for more than ten years.

Song Qingyu saw her own reflection in the other party's pupils.

In this long and unresponsive process, Fu Wenzhou seemed to have no one around her, and the person who pretended to be her was always her.

Song Qingyu shook her head slightly, sometimes she also wondered, can the throbbing of her youth really make a person pursue for so many years?

Fu Wenzhou is unwilling to love her or not get it.

If she hadn't married Fu Tingshen at the beginning, there wouldn't have been much of this relationship between their little aunt and nephew, if she hadn't been sick and could have lived longer, maybe she would be willing to give Fu Wenzhou a try.

It's just that there are no ifs.

Fu Wenzhou said in a hoarse voice, low and lazy: "Porridge porridge will be placed here for you first, I have something to do in the past two days." ”

Song Qingyu was dumbfounded, and subconsciously asked, "What can you do?" ”

"......" Fu Wenzhou stared at her with a faint look in his eyes: "Yuyu, it is necessary to explain to you that your future husband is not an idle second ancestor." ”

Song Qingyu was a little embarrassed because of her knee-jerk reaction, and she didn't notice his "future husband" for a while: "I'm sorry, I just think you're really idle." ”

After all, the people who came to her twice in three days really couldn't see how busy they could be.

Fu Wenzhou held his breath for a few seconds, pulled his lips and sneered, and left.

Song Qingyu was in a daze for two minutes, and he didn't understand what kind of anger he was having.

Porridge Porridge came out of the crack in the door at the right time, ran to Song Qingyu's leg and rubbed gently.

Song Qingyu bent down and hugged the porridge into his arms, rubbed its little head, and there was a gentle smile in his eyes: "Why does your master always love to be angry." ”

"Meow~"

Two days later, the Ruan family held a charity dinner in Beijing.

On the day of the dinner, many reporters gathered at the door of Ruan's house, and the charity auction set up in this dinner attracted much attention, because it is said that the finale work is a cheongsam sewn by Lin Qingshan, who has been known as the national hand for many years, and is made of Suzhou embroidery, a traditional intangible cultural heritage technique.

The process is complicated, and a needle is worth a thousand gold.

Mr. Lin's work after many years has attracted many celebrities.

Song Chang got out of the car first, then walked to the back and bent down to open the car door.

Song Qingyu got out of the car, her well-proportioned and fair calves were particularly conspicuous, she wore a plain white cheongsam today, with a shawl of the same color, and her skin was like snow.

The delicate small standing collar holds up Song Qingyu's white and fragile swan neck, and the seaweed-like long hair is only pulled up with a wooden hairpin, and the eyes are like spring, and the figure is graceful. Even though he didn't wear any jewelry, he was still beautiful.

Not only the people gathered at the door, but even the rows of reporters were attracted to attention, and it was not until the woman's steps disappeared from their field of vision that they suddenly realized that this was the daughter of the Song family who had just divorced.

The reporters suddenly felt sorry for missing a big news, originally they rushed here and couldn't get in to shoot the inside of the dinner party, even if they couldn't take pictures, thinking about squatting at the door and squatting at the recent uproar about Song Fu's divorce, they didn't expect to be so confused by their beauty that they even forgot to take photos.

Just as they were frustrated, there was a sudden movement in the distance.

It turned out that Fu Tingshen and Lin Yuan walked side by side.

The reporters didn't dare to miss the headlines on the front page tomorrow and rushed over.

Lin curled Fu Tingshen's arm, smiling proudly, facing the reporter's question, she looked at Fu Tingshen shyly: "Yes, my wedding date with Ting Shen is scheduled for the third day of the next month, well, the wedding venue is all Ting Shen to get, I am pregnant with a baby now, Ting Shen is reluctant to let me do this." ”

Fu Tingshen looked displeased, and stretched out his hand to push the reporter away: "We're going in, let's go." ”

Lin Yuanxuan hadn't shown enough yet, she pulled Fu Tingshen and showed another wave of affection before pulling him in.

Leaving the congested crowd, Fu Tingshen frowned and said, "Don't publicize our marriage everywhere. ”

He just divorced Song Qingyu and was about to marry Lin Yuanyuan, and the rumors in the outside world have not been broken recently, but Lin Yuanyuan always likes to show off everywhere, which makes Fu Tingshen very annoyed by the reporters who blocked the door for a while.

Lin Yuan froze slightly, his eyes were hurt: "I'm sorry, I'm just too happy, Ting Shen, you know, I waited so many years to wait for this day, I thought you would be as happy as me, it seems that I thought wrong." ”

Fu Ting took a deep breath: "Wrap up, our relationship doesn't need to be witnessed by others, don't you know how I've treated you all these years." ”

Lin Yuanxuan knew the degree of "doing" in front of Fu Tingshen, and nodded obediently when he heard this: "I know Tingshen." ”

"That's good." Fu Tingshen imprinted a kiss on Lin Yuan's lips.

Unlike the silence in the courtyard, across the corridor, there was a lot of people.

Fu Tingshen almost saw Song Qingyu chatting with people in the distance almost at a glance.

She was wearing a plain white cheongsam, her eyes were slightly drooping, her facial features were faintly emotional, and suddenly, her lips were bent, and in an instant, it was like a spring breeze.

Fu Ting's dark eyes were gloomy, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

Lin Yuan followed his gaze and looked over, and suddenly became angry, her eyes were full of jealousy and hatred, but there was a forced smile on her face: "Ting Shen, what are you looking at?" ”

Fu Tingshen retracted his gaze, as if he had never stopped somewhere: "It's nothing, let's go." ”