Fu Wenzhou's eyes were on her from beginning to end, and when she suddenly said this, she thought that there was something wrong with her ears: "What did you say?" ”

"Fierce." Song Qingyu slapped away the hand he was imprisoning on his waist, those finger bones were slender, and he was very good-looking, but unfortunately he always liked to force her.

Fu Wenzhou's big palm clasped her covered hand, and pulled the person suddenly, Song Qingyu fell off guard, and her lips stuck to his Adam's apple.

The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, Song Qingyu only felt that her lips were numb, she wanted to retreat, but someone didn't let her.

The pose is so ambiguous, like she's ......

Song Qingyu turned her cheek sideways in time, but the distance between the two was too close, and her lips were like grazing his collarbone from his Adam's apple, as if she was deliberately provoking.

Her earlobes were slightly red, annoyed and angry, and her struggling movements became bigger: "Fu Wenzhou! ”

Fu Wenzhou lifted his eyelids, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Don't move." ”

Song Qingyu froze, and then reacted to something, and her originally pale face suddenly became a little more bloody.

There was a little disbelief in his eyes.

Is this man a beast?

Fu Wenzhou pressed her in a deep breath, and his voice was very low: "It's you who are not well-behaved." ”

Song Qingyu simply opened her eyes, she lost her temper at her, and then reacted to her, and now she said that she was not well-behaved.

She just sat on his lap and moved a few times!

When Song Qingyu is angry, her eyes will become rounder and look much more vivid.

Fu Wenzhou likes her eyes very much, he fell in love at first sight when he was young, and he has been even happier over the years, he has always planned for her.

"Ahem!" Gu Bai cleared his throat, feeling that he should be under the car, not in the car: "What, where are we going?" ”

"Yalin Villa."

"Sycamore Apartments."

The two spoke at the same time, and Gu Bai sighed: "Ancestors, where are you going?" ”

Fu Wenzhou glanced at Song Qingyu with heavy eyes, and the tip of his tongue pressed against the lower back molars: "Wutong Apartment." ”

Gu Bai felt a little strange when he heard this, he had known Fu Wenzhou for twenty years, and he had never seen him compromise with anyone, he was beaten by the old man and lay on the hospital bed for more than half a month because of being a soldier, and he couldn't get up for more than half a month, and he refused to agree, so he changed his mind so easily.

Tsk, this little girl of the Song family is not ordinary.

waited until he arrived at the Wutong apartment, and Fu Wenzhou never let go of the hand holding Song Qingyu.

Gu Bai was still there, Song Qingyu really didn't want to quarrel with him in front of outsiders, so he said patiently: "I want to get out of the car." ”

Fu Wenzhou asked, "Why are you by the river tonight?" ”

Song Qingyu didn't expect the topic to come around in a circle, and it actually came back again.

She frowned slightly: "I have no obligation to report to you." ”

Fu Wenzhou's palm went up, extending from the back of his spine all the way to the delicate and soft earlobe, and his fingertips kneaded on it: "Yuyu, don't always stab me with words." ”

His voice was very low, and his tail note rose slightly, as if he was grinding in his ears, but Song Qingyu heard a trace of anger that was not obvious.

He's not happy.

Is it angry that she is alone by the river tonight, or I don't like her soft and hard attitude.

She raised her hand to hold Fu Wenzhou's messy fingers, and her voice was cold: "You were the one who followed me some time ago." ”

Fu Wenzhou's throat was strained, and he looked at her with heavy eyes.

Song Qingyu: "You installed a locator in my car, where I went and what I did, didn't someone report to you one by one?" Uncle Chang returned to his hometown tonight, and the positioning was invalid, so you questioned me again and again. Fu Wenzhou, I have my life and what I want to do, I'm not your appendage, don't always think about controlling me. ”

Before, she could have turned a blind eye and pretended not to know, but tonight his tone was not good at all.

It was so bad that she simply broke this layer of window paper.

Song Qingyu didn't know what was wrong with him, and when he heard him ask himself in a tone that didn't have any negotiation, his heart was as if he was blocked by a stone.

And she knows Fu Wenzhou too well, and it is precisely because of this understanding that she knows his paranoia, his exclusivity, and his dark side.

This man is dangerous, mysterious, full of temptation, but with great poison.

The slightest mistake will be doomed.

She didn't have the heart to provoke the mad dog for the time being.

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyes, his gaze was cold, and the emotion on his face was very light, making people unable to figure out his thoughts.

Gu Bai was sitting on pins and needles, and he didn't understand why this kind of Shura field was touched by himself.

Time passed minute by minute, so long that Song Qingyu thought that he would not speak anymore and planned to break free from the shackles and get out of the car again.

The man spoke in a hoarse voice, "If you don't like it, I won't do this." ”

Song Qingyu's body stiffened for a moment.

Fu Wenzhou's slender fingers rubbed the white jade bracelet on her wrist, and her tone was slow: "Tomorrow I will have people remove the tracker, and I won't be looking for someone to watch your every move." ”

So easy to talk to?

Song Qingyu's eyes were hesitant, as if he was pushing the truth of these words.

Fu Wenzhou let go of his hand, hooked the corners of his lips, and pretended to be a bit gentlemanly: "It's too late, I won't send you up." ”

Song Qingyu got down from him, and until she went upstairs, she still had an illusion of illusion and falsehood.

When did Mad Dog become so obedient?

After realizing that Fu Wenzhou was taking up too much time in his mind, Song Qingyu shook his head and forced himself not to think about these things anymore.

Bent down to pick up the porridge and make himself a cup of Chinese medicine.

She actually doesn't like to drink medicine, it's too bitter.

But lately, her health has been a little worse than before, the frequency of coughing has increased a lot, and her plan has not been successful, and she can't collapse.

Song Qingyu took a deep breath before drinking the medicine, and poured the medicine into her throat in one go, the bitterness spread throughout her mouth, and she was a little worried about Fu Wenzhou's sugar.

I don't know where he bought it, it's so sweet, so sweet that it can wash away such a bitter medicinal taste.

Xu was drunk because of the medicine, and Song Qingyu didn't have insomnia tonight.

For the first time, she had a dream that she had never had before.

She dreamed that Fu Wenzhou was standing under the ginkgo tree when she was a child, and the teenager was wearing a white shirt, holding her favorite rose, and smiling at her with high spirits.

"Yuzu, be my girlfriend, don't refuse!"

Song Qingyu was a little dumbfounded, why was he so domineering in his dream.

The boy approached slowly, the sun behind him, the leaves under the ginkgo tree slid down his handsome eyebrows, and he bent over as if he wanted to kiss her.

The lips were about to touch the moment when the doorbell rang.

Song Qingyu woke up suddenly.

She sat on the bed panting slightly, and the tails of her eyes and earlobes were red.

The doorbell outside the house was still continuing, and Song Qingyu glanced at the time, and it was actually 10 o'clock.

Did she sleep that long?

Song Qingyu casually put on a baby pink cashmere cardigan and went to open the door: "Who ......?"

"Yuzu, Su

p

ise！ ”

Her voice paused abruptly.