Song Qingyu held the inspection report, and her heart was not shocked.

As a result, as she expected, she looked back at Fu Wenzhou, who was silent and calm, and couldn't help but laugh: "Isn't there still Master Yunfang, when you find him, my illness will be cured." ”

She was probably coaxing him, but Fu Wenzhou took it seriously, gritted his teeth and said: "We won't come to this hospital in the future, we are all quacks." ”

Thinking that the doctor just said that his pomelo was a chronic disease and that it was difficult to cure it, Fu Wenzhou's heart ached one after another.

She had been listening to these words in the hospital for many years, and she had long been immune, so she chuckled, "Okay, not coming." ”

The depression that Fu Wenzhou gathered in his chest was a little dissipated, but he was still worried in his heart, he had to speed up and find Yun Fang.

After returning home, Song Qingyu rested, and Fu Wenzhou moved all the things by himself, for fear of disturbing her, so he didn't dare to clean up now. Sitting alone in the study, staring at the screen of his mobile phone, his eyes looked like he was looking at some precious treasure.

He took out the tattoo needle from the drawer, found the mirror, and carefully stabbed it on the back of the neck, his eyes intent.

Time passed slowly, and the tattoo gradually took shape - it was the back of Song Qingyu lying on the bed after the two had their first happy day that day.

The red mole on his back was lifelike, and his hair was flowing and flying, holy and charming.

This extreme sense of contradiction has a fatal attraction, and the flesh on the back of the neck seems to be alive.

Fu Wenzhou's fingertips rubbed on the back of his neck for a long time before he carefully put it away and put it on his neck.

Song Qingyu found out that he had carved this thing two days later.

The news was overwhelming, and it was difficult for her to think about it.

Song Qingyu clicked on the hot search video sent by Yan in seconds.

P.S. it, it's you!! I remember you had a red mole on your back???

In the video, Fu Wenzhou is being interviewed by a financial live broadcast.

The host asked him: "What is the significance of this tattoo on the back of Mr. Fu's neck?" I looked like a woman. ”

Fu Wenzhou's neckline is very low, and if he turns slightly sideways, he can see the whole picture of the tattoo.

The voice is low and sexy: "It's the love of my life." ”

Song Qingyu's breath was suffocated, and she suddenly coughed loudly, coughing until the flush on her face faded and was replaced by paleness, and the itching in her throat was barely suppressed.

As soon as this interview was exposed, it occupied the first place in the hot search, and many people began to speculate about who the 'love of this life' in the mouth of the powerful Beijing Xiaofu was in the mouth.

Later, someone picked up a photo of Fu Wenzhou getting drunk late at night and kissing a mysterious woman on the street, but this photo was at night, the woman's face was hidden in the night, and only her fair and beautiful neck could be seen in the photo.

Regarding the identity of this 'beloved', there were different opinions for a while.

Song Qingyu stared at the photo, her fingertips faintly white.

This was the first time Fu Wenzhou looked for her when she was drunk two years ago, and she was afraid that he would really drink too much and go to the hospital, so she had to look for her.

I didn't expect this madman to come up and kiss, she couldn't escape if she wanted to, the disparity in strength between men and women was huge, and she could only be forced to bear it.

Song Qingyu was a little lucky, but fortunately she didn't get a picture of her face.

If you get a picture of your face......

Song Qingyu closed her eyes and smiled bitterly.

Then he and Fu Wenzhou will become the laughing stock of the whole capital.

The little aunt and nephew are together, how can such a relationship be messed up.

The wealthy family is the most famous, and no matter how bad the appearance is, it has to be packaged brightly, once such a shameless relationship is exposed, how will she and Fu Wenzhou deal with themselves in the future.

At least until she takes back the Song family, this relationship must not be made public.

Otherwise, how could she stand up in front of those old foxes.

In the middle of the night, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and in the midst of the wind and snow, the sound of machinery sounded, and the door was gently shut.

Someone approached Song Qingyu, and before she could lean over, Song Qingyu spoke first: "Go to the second bedroom." ”

The man froze obediently in place, didn't step forward, but didn't turn to leave, "I want to tattoo you on my body, and when the man asked, I answered, I didn't think about it so much, and I didn't know it would make such a big fuss." ”

Song Qingyu was shocked by his shamelessness and turned over and ignored him.

The moonlight lingered on the side of her face, shining on her earlobes like a white jade, white and moist, making people want to bite on it and ravage it red.

Fu Wenzhou looked at it again and again, and only after he was too addicted did he move, turned over on the bed, stuck it behind her back, and passed his hand under his waist to hold the person in his arms: "I know that you are afraid of being known about our relationship, so I didn't mention your name." Are you going to be angry too? ”

Song Qingyu closed her eyes and didn't speak, listening to him talk to himself.

"Is it such a shame to be with me? I'm Fu Tingshen's nephew and not yours, if you divorce him, we don't have that title, what's wrong with being together? Is it the turn of those old guys to gossip? If you still feel bad, then I will go and cut off relations with Fu Tingshen. ”

His voice lowered, and his voice became even hoarse: "Yuyu, I am not responsible if you can't sleep." ”

Song Qingyu couldn't bear to turn over, reached out and poked at his chest: "It's so good that you have left you alone, are you finished?" Did I say I'm angry? ”

Fu Wenzhou hugged her, rubbed the corner of her lips, and rubbed the tip of her nose: "If you don't get angry, you let me go to the second bedroom, I won't go anywhere, I'll just sleep with you." ”

Song Qingyu struggled and didn't break away, "Also, who of the two of us sleeps with whom?" ”

Fu Wenzhou sniffed the smell on her body, the more he smelled it, the more addicted he became, just like spiritual nutrients, he reached out and touched Song Qingyu's earlobe, and kneading it wantonly as he wished: "Sister, am I uncomfortable serving you?" ”

Song Qingyu was dumbfounded, and her cheeks were hot.

"Y-Can you stop talking about that in the future?"

Fu Wenzhou lowered his head and sucked the piece of soft meat that he had just played with his fingertips, "Sister, can I kiss you." ”

Song Qingyu blushed and was a little embarrassed.

If you want to kiss, you have to ask a deliberate question, and you will be tempted to provoke her.

Song Qingyu stretched out her hand to push him, wanting to turn around and ignore him.

His hands were held by his backhand, and his big palm wrapped her into the quilt, and when the tender palm touched, Song Qingyu's face flushed, and she trembled and wanted to take it back, but she was firmly imprisoned, and her fingertips wanted to retract it, but she accidentally touched it again.

Fu Wenzhou suddenly gasped and said in a low voice: "Goblin." ”

Song Qingyu was used to hearing that he had played too much and blamed her for teasing him, so he raised his eyes and glared at him.

Fu Wenzhou didn't see it, and lowered his voice to coax her: "Yuzu ......"

"Shut up, no!" Song Qingyu refused without hesitation.

Fu Wenzhou breathed heavily, kissed her eyes, and whispered coaxing: "Sister, help me, okay?" ”

Song Qingyu: "......"

The night was thick and the snow was falling.

Song Qingyu couldn't tell whether it was the wind or the wheezing in her ears for a while.