Fu Wenzhou raised his hand to hook her chin, and the unique aura that belonged to him suddenly approached, Song Qingyu turned his head and wanted to hide, but someone didn't let him.

His dark eyes pouted her, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Answer me." ”

Song Qingyu didn't like him to talk to him in such a commanding tone, so she raised her foot and stepped his gray slippers, and the latter "hissed" and retreated, so that she could catch her breath.

"Speak well."

Song Qingyu warned expressionlessly.

Fu Wenzhou pressed the tip of his tongue against his back molars, staring at her with a faint look like a deep sea, and he hooked his lips and smiled for a while, and he looked like a hanger again.

"Who's here just now?"

"Song Chen." After Song Qingyu finished speaking, she walked inside, and Congee Congee saw the situation and jumped in from the opposite door.

Also followed by its owner.

Fu Wenzhou frowned, his expression displeased: "What is he doing here?" Trouble you? ”

Song Qingyu said lightly: "Come and find something for him to do." ”

The answer was ambiguous, but Fu Wenzhou didn't care, his eyes swept over the entrance cabinet, and found a small piece of blue and white handkerchief exposed in the drawer, and quietly pulled out the handkerchief and put it in his pocket.

"Have you eaten?"

Song Qingyu was lying on the rattan chair on the balcony with porridge in her arms, she was in a good mood in the sun, and even her tone to Fu Wenzhou was much better: "Uncle Chang made it early in the morning, there are still leftovers in the pot, if you don't have to eat it, go eat some." ”

Fu Wenzhou has always treated Song Qingyu with no sense of boundaries, for him, Song Qingyu's home is his home, and as soon as he heard that there was something to eat, he immediately went to the kitchen and brought out the pot.

Song Qingyu closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, too lazy to care about him.

After eating, Fu Wenzhou consciously went to the kitchen to brush the dishes and chopsticks, and helped Song Qingyu throw away the kitchen waste by the way, and washed a few strawberries after coming back, patiently removed the stems, cut them into small pieces, and fed them to Song Qingyu's mouth piece by piece.

Song Qingyu's eyes were half-closed, and she glanced at the strawberry handed to her lips: "I will eat it myself." ”

Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple rolled: "You touched the porridge, it's inconvenient if you don't wash your hands, so I'll feed it." ”

Her hand was still on top of Congee's head, and she was lying comfortably at this time, too lazy to get up and wash her hands.

He didn't refuse again, his pink lips opened lightly, and he waited for the food to come in.

Fu Wenzhou smiled and fed a small piece of strawberry, watched her chew it in small bites, and then swallowed it.

The red juice overflowed out of his lips, and when he was about to drip down, he was caught in the pink tongue, Fu Wenzhou's eyes were stunned, and he wished that he would become this plate of cut strawberries now.

After feeding a plate of strawberries, Fu Wenzhou was already dry-mouthed, and his handsome face was gloomy.

Song Qingyu twisted her eyebrows: "Why do you look like others owe you eight million all day long." ”

Fu Wenzhou didn't smile: "I'm jealous." ”

Song Qingyu was puzzled: "? ”

Fu Wenzhou didn't speak, just looked dissatisfied.

He can't say he's jealous of a plate of strawberries, can he?

Song Qingyu was full of food and drink, in a very good mood, and she was not in a hurry to drive the mad dog away, and lay on the rocking chair and slept all afternoon.

She often suffers from insomnia, but strangely, as long as Fu Wenzhou is there, his voice, his taste, and even his breath can give Song Qingyu an endless sense of security.

It was as if as long as he was there, she could sleep peacefully without worrying about being woken up by nightmares.

Fu Wenzhou was not in such a good mood.

While Song Qingyu was asleep, he went back to his home, and the moment the handkerchief was pulled out, his eyebrows were gloomy.

The red blood stains on it were very dazzling, and this was the second time Song Qingyu had coughed up blood.

There used to be, but not so often, only half of this month has passed, and he has already coughed up blood twice just by seeing it, so what about what he didn't see?

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were gloomy, and after carefully putting away the handkerchief, he made a call to Gu Bai.

"Is there any news about the famous doctor I asked you to find?"

Gu Bai was shopping with his new girlfriend, and when he heard this, he walked to the corner: "Master Yun Fang has been traveling all over the world, and I spent a lot of money on the black market to buy his whereabouts and didn't buy it, so can't we consider finding another Chinese medicine doctor?" Or Western medicine can do it. ”

"I've looked for it, but it's useless." Fu Wenzhou's voice was low and deep: "Yuyu's illness can only rely on traditional Chinese medicine to adjust internally, and she has coughed up blood recently." ”

"Coughing up blood?" Gu Bai was taken aback: "This little aunt of your family is too difficult to raise!" ”

Fu Wenzhou looked deep: "Even if it's difficult to raise, I have to raise it." ”

Gu Bai: "...... Okay, I see, I'll keep looking, I have news for you. ”

"As soon as possible."

Fu Wenzhou rubbed his eyebrows, and then turned back to Song Qingyu's side.

When Song Qingyu woke up at night, there was no one on her side, the porridge was gone, and there was an extra blanket on her body.

Song Qingyu bent down to pick it up and put it back on the rattan chair.

As soon as Fu Wenzhou left, the house was much empty.

Song Qingyu glanced at the wooden door, and quickly retracted it, secretly annoying that he had been thinking about the mad dog for a moment just now.

This is not a good sign.

Song Qingyu bit her lip, she didn't quite understand why she was like this, could it be that he was dangling in front of his eyes every day, and he suddenly woke up and couldn't see people and was not used to it?

Just as she was annoyed, the bell rang suddenly.

Song Qingyu exhaled a breath of turbidity and picked it up: "Yan Shao." ”

Yan Shaoqin's tone was not as relaxed as before, and it was much more serious: "Do you know lime ventures?" ”

Song Qingyu: "I've heard it. ”

Lime Venture Capital is a venture capital company that has been gaining momentum in the industry in the past two years, and it is said that the boss has a fierce eye and bets very accurately, and he can make money by investing in whichever project.

Yan Shaoqin: "Several emerging project subsidiaries under the Song family have found this venture capital investment, and now other companies in the circle see the Song family doing this, and then follow the example and invest some of their future projects in limes. ”

Song Qingyu said indifferently: "Isn't the Ruan family's project in our hands. ”

Yan Shaoqin took a deep breath: "How far can you go with the Ruan family?" I spent money to open a company with you to make money, not to participate in the infighting of your Song family. ”

This matter is clearly intentional by the Song family, and the purpose is to suppress the venture capital company opened by Song Qingyu.

Now that most of the promising projects in the industry, even the ones that have been contacted before, have been truncated by Lime, how can he not be angry.

Song Qingyu took the water from the kitchen and walked slowly to the balcony to water the flowers and plants: "The Ruan family is just a brick to open the door, the Song family is famous, and the Ruan family is not small, right?" When the Ruan family's project is successful, someone will naturally come to find you, what are you anxious about. ”

Yan Shaoqin smiled angrily: "You are calm in the rear, why didn't you think about me, who is in the front?" ”

"I believe in Yan Shao's ability."

“……”

What is a soft knife.

Here it is.