Early the next morning, when Song Qingyu woke up, her side was already empty.

The bedroom door was not closed tightly, and the sound of knives cutting boards could be faintly heard in the kitchen.

The corners of her lips couldn't help but bend, and she washed up twice as fast as usual to find Fu Wenzhou.

The pink apron on the man's body was still bought at the supermarket on a whim before, thinking that she could support herself with her hands, but then she reluctantly followed the recipe and made a meal that was really difficult to swallow.

Since then, Song Qingyu has finally recognized that there are some things that may not be able to be learned no matter how hard he tries.

But Fu Wenzhou is different, he seems to be born with everything, looks good, and cooks well, except for a little bad temper.

Someone with a bad temper was bending over patiently fiddling with the fruit bowl when he heard movement.

Song Qingyu walked behind him, reached out to hug the man's thin waist, and pillowed his head on his crisp back.

The voice was a little soft when he first got up: "Fu Wenzhou, I'm hungry." ”

Fu Wenzhou's back trembled because of her sudden approach, he was secretly annoyed that his concentration was poor, and he thought to himself, anyway, he didn't have the strength to Song Qingyu at all.

He turned around, his hands were still wet, and he didn't touch her, but his lips lightly touched her lip flap, which was very soft, and Fu Wenzhou couldn't help but roll it down with the tip of his tongue.

Song Qingyu's lips were wet and itchy, and her eyes widened, "You kiss it, lick what I do." ”

Fu Wenzhou snorted, lowered his head and repeated the action again, and said in a special voice: "Your whole person is mine, can't you lick it." ”

Song Qingyu pursed her lips, but she didn't expect words to refute him for a while.

Seeing that she was eating deflated with red earlobes, Fu Wenzhou's bad taste was finally satisfied, and his voice was lowered, a bit like coaxing: "There are still five minutes of porridge to boil, you go to the living room and sit down first." ”

Song Qingyu pursed her lips slightly: "Oh." ”

Even she didn't realize that in front of Fu Wenzhou, she was different from usual.

She has some little tempers and habits that are difficult to detect, like coquettishness between lovers.

In the past, Gu Bai said that Fu Wenzhou had a tendency to be abused, and he used a hot face to paste Song Qingyu all day long, and when she was unhappy, she had to be criticized.

Fu Wenzhou replied to him proudly and proudly: "You know a fart, you don't have a chance to see the good of my pomelo." ”

Song Qingyu would use his small body to block himself when Fu Tingshen led someone to bully him and said that he had no father or mother. will give him serious make-up lessons because he failed in Chinese, and as a result, he cries angrily when he fails next time. will tell him that love is more important than suitability when the old man forces him to become a soldier and everyone persuades him to take the political path regardless of his preferences.

He will ask the maid to hand him an umbrella when he turns around in the heavy rain, will give him medicine to take him home when he is drunk, and will endure and indulge in his endless entanglement.

From the joy of first sight when I was young to the love that has lasted for many years.

Song Qingyu is good, what can Gu Bai and them understand.

Fu Wenzhou forgave the back when he was 18 years old when he trampled his dignity with his own hands and knelt on the ground and begged, she still turned to leave.

Or rather, what he never complained about was not that she gave up on him.

It's that she actually forgot about him.

How can you forget? Obviously, he told her before he recovered from his injury and went abroad that he would come back to her.

It's only been a few years, how can you forget it.

After learning that she was going to marry Fu Tingshen, he threw away his studies, rushed back from abroad overnight, knelt on the ground and begged her not to marry, give him two years, as long as he was able to pull Fu Tingshen off the horse from Fu's family in two years, and then the marriage object would become himself.

Song Qingyu didn't wait.

In the next three years, Fu Wenzhou was like a ruthless lone wolf, he took charge of the Fu family at the age of twenty, his methods were ruthless, and his crazy reputation was outside, and no one dared to offend him.

Under such overwhelming growth, his temper is getting worse and worse, and his personality is becoming more and more perverse.

He tried his best to force Song Qingyu to divorce Fu Wenzhou, and he was reluctant to really do anything with her, last year, he bought an island and found a professional management team to take care of Fu and SY.

is going to tie up Song Qingyu to that island, just live with him for the rest of his life, and he can't go anywhere.

At the last minute, he gave up.

Because he found that he couldn't see Song Qingyu crying.

Just kissed her like this, and they were all angry and crying, coughing and wheezing. What if someone forcibly takes her to that island and she cries every day?

The island's plan was not realized, but Fu Wenzhou realized a better way.

Song Qingyu is most afraid of stalking this set.

Fu Wenzhou is like discovering a new world, pestering her all day long, coming to her room when there is nothing to do, kissing her and hugging her, he likes to see her angry and helpless.

Delicate to death.

In the entanglement day after day, his desire for exclusivity towards Song Qingyu became more and more serious, and if she said one more word to Fu Tingshen, he could be half angry.

So he instigated in front of Congee Congee every day, causing Congee Congee to scratch him with his claws as soon as he saw Fu Tingshen.

The number of times Fu Tingshen came back changed from less to none.

Fu Wenzhou was very satisfied with this, and approached Song Qingyu even harder.

He knew she annoyed him, so what.

The fierce woman is still afraid of pestering her.

He didn't believe it, and Song Qingyu was not moved at all.

Fu Wenzhou loves Song Qingyu with all her life, if she doesn't want him, then he doesn't want himself.

Luckily, she asked for it.

Fu Wenzhou's fingertips trembled a little, and the spoon spilled out, and the back of his hand suddenly turned red, he frowned, and wiped it with a kitchen towel.

Walked up to Song Qingyu with porridge and fed her with a spoon.

Song Qingyu lowered her eyes and glanced at the palm wrapped in gauze, and reached out to take the bowl: "I didn't break my arms and hands, so I don't need you...... What's wrong with the back of your hand? ”

Her voice changed, and her voice became a little sharper.

Fu Wenzhou glanced at it and didn't take it seriously: "It's hot when the porridge is served, how about you taste the porridge today, I put a little medicinal herbs in it." ”

Song Qingyu put down the porridge with a cold face, and went to the room to find the scalding cream and apply it to him.

The cold touch relieved the burning, but in fact, it was just a piece of red skin, and it didn't even bubble, Fu Wenzhou used to fight black boxing and was covered with wounds, and he didn't pay attention to small injuries like yesterday and today.

But seeing Song Qingyu's unhappy appearance because of worry, he was happy for no reason, and the corners of his mouth were casually hooked with a ruffian smile, and he stared at her so fixedly.

"Yuzu." Fu Wenzhou asked, "When did you start liking me?" ”

Song Qingyu paused his fingertips, glanced at him, and said slowly: "Forget." ”

Fu Wenzhou frowned unhappily: "Why did you even forget this?" Don't you like me at all, those words before were all coaxed to me. ”

Song Qingyu: "......"

This man is really ...... As naïve as ever.

Seeing the man's face getting darker and darker, Song Qingyu had no choice but to say: "I haven't liked anyone, but you are special to me, so I think I should like you." ”

What is the answer? Fu Wenzhou's eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and suddenly a sense of crisis arose.

His eyes were shining, and he lowered his voice and asked, "You tell me clearly, what should be." ”