Fu Wenzhou frowned slightly: "Is there something going on outside?" ”

Song Qingyu's action of pouring water paused, and her tone did not fluctuate: "When I went upstairs, I saw Li Ruo in Song Chen's room, and there were many doctors in the back, it should be Song Chen's accident." ”

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows: "He's not dead yet?" ”

Song Qingyu handed him water and chuckled: "He can't die." ”

Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly, "Yuyu, come here." ”

Song Qingyu looked at him suspiciously.

Fu Wenzhou said: "I want to hug you." ”

Song Qingyu pursed her lower lip and walked over slowly, but before she could stand firmly, she was pulled into Fu Wenzhou's arms.

She hurriedly wanted to get up: "Fu Wenzhou, you are still injured!" ”

Fu Wenzhou smiled nonchalantly: "Lao Tzu's injuries when he played underground black boxing are much more serious than this, don't worry, it's okay." ”

Song Qingyu was hugged by him hard, afraid of touching his wound and didn't dare to struggle, glaring at him angrily: "Your leg is almost useless, do you know." ”

Fu Wenzhou stared at Song Qingyu's eyes, his palm caressed a layer of white gauze tied around her neck, and his heart was about to hurt to death.

God knows how scared he was when he saw Song Qingyu being tied, the tip of the knife was against her neck, and the carotid artery would be cut if he moved slightly.

Fu Wenzhou is still afraid when he thinks about it now, let alone stabbing himself twice, even if Song Chen asked him to die at that time, he would not hesitate to go.

He didn't want his pomelo to be hurt in the slightest.

"I can't scrap it, I have a number." Fu Wenzhou whispered.

In every square inch, they could only hear each other's breathing.

Song Qingyu's ears were a little hot, and she still had palpitations when she thought of the injury on Fu Wenzhou's leg.

Fu Wenzhou kissed her earlobe and said in a low voice: "Yuyu, I will find someone to follow you during this time, don't be upset." ”

Song Qingyu nodded.

Even if Fu Wenzhou didn't arrange bodyguards, she would ask Song Chang to send a few people over.

Song Chen had just returned from Binhai, how could he know her itinerary and who told him.

Song Qingyu suspected that she was being followed, and Fu Wenzhou probably guessed it, so she said that she was looking for someone to follow her.

Fu Wenzhou saw that she agreed, and the hanging heart was slightly relaxed, the warm fragrant nephrite was in his arms, and he was not Liu Xia Hui, so he could be indifferent.

After holding it for a while, the man's palm began to become restless.

Song Qingyu slapped him: "Don't mess around." ”

Fu Wenzhou buried his head in her neck, grinding it at her collarbone, breathing heavily: "Yuyu, I'm yi."

Finish. ”

Song Qingyu: "......"

She was speechless for a moment, and then subconsciously lowered her head, and saw the man bulging, her face flushed, and she didn't know whether she was ashamed or annoyed.

"You ......"

Song Qingyu was shocked with a little incredulity, you haven't come out for a long time.

This man is still wounded, how can he still ......

Could it be that all he has in his head is these yellow scraps all day long?

Fu Wenzhou drooped his head, looking quite annoyed: "Yuyu, don't rub it." ”

Song Qingyu was shocked.

What is called reversing black and white, this is called reversing black and white.

The conscience of heaven and earth, she didn't move!

Fu Wenzhou's fingertips were behind her ear, slowly moved to her lips, I don't know whether intentionally or unintentionally, the knuckles rubbed against the tip of her reddish nose, and the touch was gentle. The tails of his eyes were stained with red stains, the bottom of his eyes was gloomy, and his voice was hoarse: "Yuyu, in fact, it's okay to hurt your leg." ”

Fu Wenzhou approached with his head sideways, and the tip of his slightly cool nose seemed to rub her affectionately.

Song Qingyu's nose was full of the faint cold fragrance on his body, the dry person was hot, his head was gradually dizzy, and his mouth was dry inexplicably, she couldn't help but lick her lips, "No...... No, it doesn't. ”

"Yes, Yuzu." Fu Wenzhou's rapid breathing hit the back of Song Qingyu's neck, causing her goosebumps.

Song Qingyu's fingertips were numb, which could only be relieved by a moment of wandering on the skin, and the moment he was really taken by him to grasp it, Song Qingyu only felt that his hands were amazingly hot to the touch.

It was getting dark outside, and I don't know how long it took, Song Qingyu finally heard a low snort from a man's ear.

Her hands were free.

Song Qingyu came to her senses, this was the first time she had done such a thing to him in a sober state, she was a little panicked.

Seeing him venting, Song Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't care about the stickiness of her palm, quickly took out a tissue to help him wipe it clean, and then went to wash her hands, after doing all this, her ears were red.

There was a low laugh behind Fu Wenzhou after he was satisfied, and Song Qingyu was angry.

A head poked out of the bathroom and glared at him angrily: "Don't mess with my hands in the future!" ”

Fu Wenzhou's mind turned a thousand times, he didn't just want to get her hand, he also wanted to get her mouth.

"Grass!"

Just thinking about it, Xiao Fu Wenzhou couldn't stand it.

He gritted his teeth and couldn't help but murmur: "Hooking little goblin." ”

Song Qingyu washed it for a long time before it came out.

Fu Wenzhou snorted dissatisfiedly: "You dislike me." ”

Song Qingyu was really annoyed: "You shut up for me." ”

Fu Wenzhou obediently shut up and didn't dare to hum anymore.

In the evening, Song Qingyu stayed overnight to take care of Fu Wenzhou and muted her mobile phone.

This night, Fu Wenzhou was quite honest and didn't mess around again.

Song Qingyu didn't sleep well, and she was always worried that Fu Wenzhou would touch her legs when she turned over at night, so she would wake up every hour or two to take a look at Fu Wenzhou's situation.

It was just dawning outside, with early morning fog, and the temperature was very low, so Song Qingyu wrapped her clothes tightly and took a taxi to buy Xiaolong on Chang'an Street.

She remembered that Fu Wenzhou seemed to like to eat this xiaolongbao.

When Song Qingyu arrived, the store had just opened, and the boss had never seen such a beautiful woman, so he stared at that face for a while before speaking: "Little girl, you are too early, it's only half past five." ”

Song Qingyu's ears hurt from the wind, and she pulled the brim of her hat down: "I'm afraid my boyfriend will be hungry when I'm late." ”

"You're in good shape." The boss smiled and said, "Okay, it's about ten minutes away." ”

Song Qingyu nodded.

It was exactly seven o'clock when I turned back to the hospital.

Fu Wenzhou just opened his eyes and saw her coming in from outside, his eyes were a little puzzled: "When did you go out?" ”

Why didn't he notice it at all?

Song Qingyu came in with a food box: "Uncle Chang bought breakfast and called me to get it." ”

She put the food box down and went to the bathroom to get a basin and a toothbrush cup.

Fu Wenzhou touched his nose: "Yuyu, just let others do these things." ”

Song Qingyu's tone didn't fluctuate: "I don't like it." ”

Dislike? Don't like people to do these more intimate things for him?

Fu Wenzhou immediately took the cup happily.

Song Qingyu just held the basin and asked Fu Wenzhou to brush his teeth and wash.

The mobile phone rang at an inopportune time, Song Qingyu glanced at it, didn't care, and waited for Fu Wenzhou to wash her face before she said, "Eat breakfast, I'll go out to answer the phone." ”

Fu Wenzhou was reluctant and wanted to eat with her, but Song Qingyu had to repeatedly promise that he had eaten it before he was willing to let her go.

The door of the ward closed, Song Qingyu's face suddenly turned cold, and the phone was connected.

Song Yuan's angry scolding sounded.

"Song Qingyu! Get the hell out of here! ”