At night, Fu Wenzhou hurriedly came back from outside, still holding the cat in his arms, put the cat in the living room first when he entered the house, and walked quickly towards the bedroom by himself.

Song Qingyu will not be sleepy, hearing the movement, he lifted his eyelids, "Why did you come back so late." ”

Fu Wenzhou closed the door and walked hurriedly: "I got the cat back." ”

Song Qingyu didn't think deeply, closed her eyes tiredly, and let out a coquettish snort from the tip of her nose.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were dark, he took off his coat, walked to the window and carried Song Qingyu back to the bed who was lying on the rattan wooden chair, then squatted down beside her, took off her shoes, and rested the white jade feet on his lap.

A series of movements did not stop, and there was a sense of impatience in his expression, Song Qingyu felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think much about it.

She was a little sleepy, so she said, "Fu Wenzhou, I'm sleepy." ”

Fu Wenzhou's low voice was terrifying: "Then sleep." ”

Song Qingyu was really sleepy, and he didn't care what he wanted to do while holding his feet, so he lay on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

In a daze, I felt as if my feet had touched some hot stone, and I frowned unconsciously, trying to avoid this heat source, but my ankles seemed to be locked by vines, and I couldn't move.

Song Qingyu felt that the soles of her feet were burning badly, the stone was hard and hot, she was curled up by the hot toes, and she didn't know what she had hooked, the stone had become bigger and more scorching.

The beads of sweat on Fu Wenzhou's forehead dripped onto his white jade-like feet, and his breathing became heavier, and he snorted as if he were nothing.

The green tendons on the back of his palms are prominent, and the sweat is sticky, which forms an extreme contrast with the snow-white and tender palms of his palms.

Song Qingyu couldn't stand it anymore, she opened her eyes sleepily, and her consciousness was not completely awake: "Don't mess with my feet, it hurts." ”

Fu Wenzhou's voice was hoarse, and he coaxed in a low voice: "Grapefruit, bear with it a little longer......"

Song Qingyu frowned, closed her eyes again, she was half-asleep and half-awake, she was slower than usual, and she was really obedient and endured.

When Song Qingyu woke up the next day, her first feeling was that her feet were painful and a little numb.

She lowered her eyes and took a look, the red color of the center of her foot was a little abnormal, and the blood had to seep out of the epidermis, but fortunately, the skin was not broken.

What did Fu Wenzhou do to her feet last night?

Song Qingyu had to put her weight on the other foot when she walked, and when she got out of the bedroom, she went to find Fu Wenzhou.

Fu Wenzhou was making breakfast in the kitchen, porridge porridge was lying at his feet, and when he saw Song Qingyu, the little cat got up from the ground and threw herself into her arms.

Song Qingyu bent down to catch it, and the strange thing was that the man who usually likes to compete with cats for favor was quiet and silent today.

Sensing a hint of unusualness, Song Qingyu squinted and called him: "Fu Wenzhou." ”

Fu Wenzhou's hand holding the soup spoon shook, and he almost dropped the soup spoon on the ground, and when he turned around, his face was already calm: "What?" ”

Song Qingyu asked, "What did you do to my feet last night, why do my feet hurt." ”

Fu Wenzhou said in a low voice while serving porridge: "I have done some exercise, I have already helped you rub the medicine, and it will not hurt after a while." ”

When Song Qingyu heard this, her heart let go: "So that's the case, is it good for the body to do this?" ”

Fu Wenzhou's throat rolled, and his voice was hoarse: "It can make people feel happy." ”

Song Qingyu: "? ”

Fu Wenzhou brought the porridge over, "If you like it, you can make it often." ”

Song Qingyu shook his head: "Forget it, it hurts a little." ”

I don't know why, Song Qingyu felt that after refusing, it seemed as if she saw the fire in the man's eyes extinguished.

After hesitating, she relented: "Occasionally." "After all, it's good for the body.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes suddenly lit up, he kissed her on the eye, and laughed in a low voice: "Sister is so good." ”

Song Qingyu always felt that what he said sounded a little awkward, and he didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so he sat down for breakfast.

In the evening, the plane landed on the waterfront.

As soon as he got off the plane, Fu Wenzhou put on the down jacket he was carrying with Song Qingyu, the cold wind outside was blowing badly, and Song Qingyu felt cold in the heavy down jacket.

Fu Wenzhou took the person in his arms and turned sideways to block her from the wind.

The Jiang family's car was waiting at the airport, and when they saw someone coming out, they hurriedly greeted them, and respectfully shouted: "Mr. Fu, Miss Song, please come with me." ”

No matter how big the coast is, it is not as big as the capital of every inch of land, and the top wealthy family at the foot of the imperial city, Rao is the Jiang family, and he does not dare to slack off.

In the evening, the flickering neon lights of the ship's hull are very dazzling, and the lights on both sides of the river are far away, making it particularly charming in the night.

Fu Wenzhou is a distinguished guest, and there is a special waiter to lead the way.

The cruise ship has six floors, a café, a meeting room, a club, a lounge, a casino, almost every floor, and is extremely luxurious.

There are a lot of people coming tonight, and the fun in the upper circles is all famous wealthy aristocrats from all over the world.

At the same time, each layer is also divided into three, six, nine and so on.

The higher the floor, the higher the status and the bigger the stakes.

Fu Wenzhou grabbed Song Qingyu's waist and went to the top.

Song Qingyu actually doesn't like to swagger through the market like this, the identities of her and Fu Wenzhou are an insurmountable gap after all, others don't say it on the surface, and they don't know how much to chew behind their backs.

Not to mention that now Fu Tingshen has no such person in the capital, Fu Changlin and Qin You are crying at the gate of the Fu family all day long.

The rumor gradually disappeared from Fu Tingshen to Fu Wenzhou snatching a woman from his uncle, and did not hesitate to deal with his uncle in private for her, and turned against his relatives.

The two of them now have a bad reputation in the capital circle, and outsiders feel that they are unethical.

Public opinion never cares about the truth of the matter, but only follows the clouds.

The strange eyes around him overwhelmed Song Qingyu.

She sighed softly.

The puppy looks quite happy today, so don't spoil his interest.

The top floor is very large, and several areas are divided, and the waiter leads people in, and meets many acquaintances along the way.

Liang Muchuan is also there.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Fu Wenzhou holding the cat in one hand and Song Qingyu in the other hand walking towards this side with a dignified step, raising his hand and waving: "Wenzhou, this way." ”

There is also a person standing next to Liang Muchuan, wearing a black professional skirt, his facial features are very superior, his face is very beautiful, but his temperament is cold and capable.

If Song Qingyu is the holy snow lotus on the iceberg, then the one next to Liang Muchuan is a poppy who is extremely aggressive and dangerous everywhere.

The poppy crossed Liang Muchuan and stretched out his hand towards Fu Wenzhou: "Little Mr. Fu, there is a loss of welcome." ”

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows, squinted at the palm in mid-air, and said lightly: "I'm sorry, I can't make a move." ”

He was holding the cat and Song Qingyu again, and he really didn't have hands.

Jiang Xun withdrew his hand expressionlessly, not feeling embarrassed: "When my father heard that you were coming, he specially told me that you must go to Jiang's house to see him tomorrow." ”

Fu Wenzhou looked arrogant and lazy, and replied indifferently: "Let's talk about it." ”

After speaking, he looked down at Song Qingyu, his expression and tone seemed to have changed, "Yuyu, is it cold?" ”

The heating was on in the cabin, and there were many people, Song Qingyu didn't feel cold, so she shook her head.

Jiang Xun glanced at Song Qingyu, and his gaze did not fluctuate: "I'm sorry, female companions are not allowed to come in here, your position is on the third floor." ”