Sure enough, as Fu Wenzhou said, the lime market went unexpectedly very smoothly, and several emergency plans she prepared were useless.

Song Qingyu sat in the car, and a big stone in her heart fell to the ground.

Back at the hotel, seeing a large table of food, Song Qingyu looked at Fu Wenzhou who came out of the room in some surprise: "You haven't left yet?" ”

Fu Wenzhou's eyebrows were frivolous: "Let's go?" Where to go. ”

"Go home."

After all, I have to return to China tomorrow.

Fu Wenzhou almost laughed angrily, he sat on the sofa with the cat in his arms: "I, just, no, go." ”

Song Qingyu: "......"

She stared at the man's crisp back, her expression a little indescribable: "Do you know what you look like now?" ”

Fu Wenzhou was very frank: "Scoundrel." ”

Song Qingyu stopped talking.

Oh, so you know.

She didn't continue to look at him, and called Song Chang to ask him to come and eat together, anyway, if she didn't eat it, it would be a waste of food on this big table.

Song Chang lived next door, and he came quickly, and when he pushed the door in and saw Fu Wenzhou, his face was full of surprise: "Little Mr. Fu, why are you here?" ”

Fu Wenzhou didn't smile: "I miss your old man." ”

The corners of Song Chang's mouth twitched, the soles of his feet were cold, and he said embarrassedly: "Xiao Fu really tortured me, an old man." ”

Fu Wenzhou patted him on the shoulder and motioned him to look at the table: "Uncle Chang, what do you think of today's dish?" ”

He had a smile in his eyes, but Song Chang felt that there was a knife hidden in this smile, and bowed his head and said, "In the future, Miss's diet will follow this standard." ”

Fu Wenzhou nodded with satisfaction, and Lasong often sat down, which seemed to really respect him as an elder: "Uncle Chang, eat." ”

Song Qingyu raised her eyelids lightly: "Uncle Chang, don't worry about him." ”

Song Chang actually didn't scare Fu Wenzhou, he just looked at Song Qingyu, who had recently lost weight, and felt ashamed, it was his responsibility that the young lady didn't eat well, so Fu Wenzhou blamed him for this time.

Song Chang thought about it for a while, and decided that he would have to learn from Mr. Fu to be cheeky in the future, so that the next time Miss didn't want to eat, he would be able to show his old face and win Miss sympathy by selling miserably like Mr. Fu, so that she could eat obediently.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but glance at Mr. Fu, who was sitting next to the young lady and peeling the shrimp shell for her seriously and carefully. He peeled one and put it in a porcelain white bowl, even helping to dip it in vinegar.

Miss ate slowly, and after a while, the bowl was piled up into a hill, and then Xiao Fu always began to attack the fish again, and was very patient when removing the fish bones, Song Chang watched him pick out a very small soft thorn, this length is difficult to detect with the naked eye, but he is meticulous.

When the young lady was full and couldn't eat, Xiao Fu always took the rest of her food to himself, and ate it all clean without disgust, without wasting it at all.

Song Chang ate mixed flavors at this meal.

Before leaving, he paced again and again, and said euphemistically: "Where does Mr. Fu sleep at night?" Why don't you spend the night with me, an old man? ”

Fu Wenzhou: ......

The corners of Song Qingyu's lips pursed slightly, and she couldn't help but smile: "Uncle Chang, it's not that he can't open a room." ”

Song Chang patted his head, right! He almost forgot that Fu Wenzhou was a rich man, how could he be reduced to sleeping in the same bed with an old man like him. I was worried that he would take advantage of Miss and even forgot about this for a while.

Song Chang relieved himself and walked out of the room.

Song Qingyu didn't close the door, and turned around: "You can go too." ”

The corners of Fu Wenzhou's lips hooked: "I didn't bring any money." ”

Song Qingyu looked hesitant, as if to confirm the authenticity of his words, and after a while, he took out a card from his bag: "No password." ”

Fu Wenzhou pressed the tip of his tongue against his back molars, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and he tasted a little righteous and awe-inspiring: "A gentleman doesn't eat the food that comes from him." ”

Song Qingyu is almost going to listen to music, does Fu Wenzhou have a half-dime relationship with the word gentleman?

Knowing that he was planning to rely on her, Song Qingyu couldn't get rid of him, so he simply treated him as air and took care of his own business.

Fu Wenzhou surrounded her like a large dog, and he followed her wherever she went.

Song Qingyu was so annoyed that the tail of his eyes was dyed red, and he turned around and glared at him angrily: "Why are you more sticky than porridge!" ”

Fu Wenzhou frowned slightly, and his face showed displeasure: "You compare me to a cat?" ”

Song Qingyu thought that he was angry and compared him to an animal, but he didn't expect the man to say the next sentence.

"Where does it compare to me? What does it do besides barking? Will it peel shrimp for you? Does it make as much money as I do? Does it have my handsomeness? And even if it's called, it doesn't necessarily sound as good as my name, Yuzu, you can try it in bed someday......"

"Shut up!" Song Qingyu kicked his calf angrily, and his eyes became round because of anger, which would not be like a fairy like an elf.

Fu Wenzhou was not annoyed when he was kicked, and his two eyes stared at Song Qingyu, as if he couldn't see enough.

His grapefruit would only be angry with him, and it seemed that he really mattered to her.

Otherwise, why didn't she get angry with Zhang San and Li Si?

Fu Wenzhou's brain circuit didn't know how to turn to this, in short, instead of being angry, he was very happy, and he couldn't wait for Yuyu to kick him twice.

He honestly shut his mouth, bent down to pick up the porridge on the ground, and obediently stayed in the corner so as not to disturb her.

The ears were finally cleared, and Song Qingyu prepared the information and sent it to the current CEO, and asked Song Chang to schedule the plane tomorrow afternoon.

Song Chang hesitated and asked, "Do you want to buy Mr. Fu's?" ”

Song Qingyu originally wanted to say that he didn't need it directly, he seemed to like it very much, but when he thought of the fact that he didn't bring any money at night, he changed his words again: "Hmm." ”

After explaining, Song Qingyu walked to the bench and lay down, she has insomnia now, only when she lies down like this, can she sleep for a while.

She has a keen sense of smell, and the unique cold fragrance of Fu Wenzhou's body wafts in with the air, and she feels a little sleepy in the fog.

Fu Wenzhou walked over lightly, and his broad palm reached in from her waist and carried the person away from the recliner.

"Don't touch me." Song Qingyu seemed to be asleep and awake, those affectionate eyes didn't know when to open, and her eyes were no longer cold, and she was a little more confused.

Fu Wenzhou looked down at her: "The weather is cold, you can't sleep here, you will sleep more comfortably in bed, don't you like jade?" I picked up a little item the other day and put it on your bedside table, go and see it, huh? ”

His voice was low, and there was more coaxing in his arms, and he hugged her and walked straight forward.

Song Qingyu's consciousness was withdrawn, and she was in chaos, thinking that she was dreaming.

Fu Wenzhou put her on the bed, moved gently, and took things out of the drawer on the eve of her closing her eyes.

It is actually a string of jade Buddha beads with a whole body of turquoise, which is worth a lot of money at a glance.

Remove the jade bracelet between her bays and replace it with Buddha beads, carefully and carefully, for fear of hurting her.

Song Qingyu stared at Fu Wenzhou twice, then raised his wrist and shook it: "What is this?" ”

Fu Wenzhou's voice was hoarse, and his tone was very serious: "The Escaping Pearl, which can ward off evil spirits and keep peace, is the only one in the world, but I have begged for a long time to ask for it." ”

"Oh." Song Qingyu's arms slowly hung down on the side of the bed, her eyes closed, and she fell asleep completely.

Fu Wenzhou's slender fingertips grinded reluctantly and obsessively on her lips.

"Little without conscience."