Song Qingyu was really a little angry.

He even asked her what he was.

Is it unclear to him what it is? She even asked for marriage, if he wasn't old enough, the two would have taken home the marriage certificate, and he asked her what it was now.

Song Qingyu's throat was dry and itchy, she endured it stubbornly, not letting herself cough in front of him, and letting the smell of blood spread in her mouth.

The man stood there stubbornly and waited for her to answer.

Song Qingyu's throat rolled and swallowed back the blood foam that poured up.

After a while, he spoke in a low voice, and his voice was obscure and hoarse: "I think your mood is not very stable now, you should calm down, I still have something to deal with, so I will go first." ”

Fu Wenzhou tightened his fists, his eyes were so sour, even his shoulders were trembling, and the moment she turned around, he said in a dumb voice: "You haven't answered my question yet." ”

Song Qingyu doesn't want to quarrel with him anymore, the Song family is now a mess, she must make the plan as soon as possible and talk to SY, there is no time to waste on personal feelings.

She looked back and said: "Fu Wenzhou, these are two groups, not playing at home, I am choosing a partner, not a husband, I hope you can understand this." ”

He understands a fart!

Fu Wenzhou was short of breath, his chest rose and fell violently, and at the moment when Song Qingyu went out, he reached out and pulled the person back, directly against her behind the door, and pressed her lips up.

"Hmm!"

The man's kiss was possessive, fiercer than ever.

The corners of Song Qingyu's mouth ached, and her eyes widened.

He actually bit her!

She struggled to push him away, but Fu Wenzhou refused to let him go, chewing on those lips repeatedly, as if he had to leave his own breath on her.

I don't know how long it took to kiss Fu Wenzhou before she let go of her hand, helped her wipe away a trace of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth with her fingertips, and smiled fiercely: "Yuyu, you ......"

"Smack!"

Song Qingyu slapped her hard, and her voice trembled: "Childish!" ”

With a "bang", Song Qingyu threw the door and strode away.

There was silence in the huge conference room, dead silence.

After a long time, the man clutched his chest and suddenly laughed in a low voice, but his eyes were extremely aggrieved and unwilling.

Song Qingyu walked away, not hearing the bursts of seeping sneers.

She hid in the pantry, and as soon as the door closed, she could no longer suppress her cough, and she gasped for breath, and her white handkerchief was stained red.

Song Qingyu lowered her eyes and looked at the scarlet blood stains on her handkerchief, she had recently started coughing up blood again, and this time she didn't even use Fu Wenzhou's precious medicinal materials.

Even though I drink medicine every day, my condition shows no signs of relief.

I have to go through all those medical books by myself, and I can't find a way to treat the symptoms.

Song Qingyu exhaled slowly, leaning on the table, her face pale and tired.

She couldn't understand why she had to die, nor did she understand why Fu Wenzhou cared so much about who to cooperate with.

Song is a conglomerate company with more than 100,000 employees, and any decision she makes may affect Song's survival.

Finding SY to cooperate is already the best solution she can think of.

She made a phone call.

"Teacher, it's me, have you had time lately? …… Well, there are signs of aggravation...... Yes, so I'd like to ask you to take another look...... Okay, I'll go to you when I come back from Jiangcheng, thank you, teacher. ”

Song Qingyu hung up the phone, adjusted her breathing, and walked out of the pantry.

Song Chang waited on the top floor, saw Song Qingyu come out, and stepped forward: "Mr. Fu went back?" ”

Song Qingyu paused, said "um", and then said, "Notify all departments, and the meeting will start at three o'clock in the afternoon." ”

Song Chang: "Okay. ”

The sun sets, and the north wind at night is colder.

Song Qingyu was busy until more than eleven o'clock, and when she came out of the Song building, she flipped through her mobile phone, but there was no message or phone.

Her face was cold, and Song Chang didn't dare to ask more.

Drive the car all the way back to Yalin Villa.

Song Qingyu stood at the door of the villa, but the usually brightly lit villa was dark tonight.

She silently pushed the door in, and walked back and forth in the villa, but she didn't find Fu Wenzhou's figure.

Song Qingyu's fingers tightened, and she sat motionless on the sofa.

Ten minutes later, she dialed Fu Wenzhou with a cold face.

The last one fell, and there was no one over there.

-

Night.

VIP box.

"Gu Bai! What the did you come up with, let me bear with it and wait for her to hit the second one. Wait for your mom and wait! I said she wouldn't fight the second one! Fu Wenzhou's body was hidden in the dark, and his face was gloomy and ugly.

Gu Bai said embarrassedly: "When my ex-girlfriend called me, she was bombarded indiscriminately, who knew that your Song Qingyu really only hit one, or would you go back to the past?" ”

Xu Zezhan took a leisurely sip of wine, "What are you yelling at Gu Bai, just go back." ”

Fu Wenzhou's face was calm, his cold and hard jawline seemed to be shouting a dead cold anger, and his eyes were scarlet like a beast.

After a while, he covered his face, and his voice was bitter: "Forget it, she won't even call me for a second time, and it's not interesting for me to go back." ”

Shen Guannan glanced at Fu Wenzhou, he had not been back to China for a long time, and he rarely had gatherings with them, and when he saw this, he asked Xu Zezhan: "He is usually like this?" ”

Xu Zezhan shrugged his shoulders: "We are all used to it, you should also get used to it as soon as possible, in the future, this kind of drama of pulling the brothers out to vent their anger when they are hurt will be often staged." ”

Shen Guannan: "......"

"Ahem!" He covered his lips and coughed dryly, "Actually, I don't think there is anything wrong with Song Qingyu's approach, in business, looking for a partner is not a relationship, after all, it is a company, not a husband and wife industry." And isn't SY yours? What's the difference between her looking for SY and looking for Fu, isn't it all you? ”

Shen Guannan's tone sounded a little puzzled, and he didn't understand why Fu Wenzhou was persistently competing on this.

Fu Wenzhou leaned lazily on the sofa, his narrow eyes were full of gloom: "She didn't know that SY was mine at all." ”

In other words, as long as SY is SY, it can be replaced by anyone.

But Fu's is his, it belongs to Fu Wenzhou, and Fu Wenzhou will never be chosen.

Xu Zezhan snorted, "Stupid." ”

Fu Wenzhou's face suddenly turned cold, "Xu Zezhan, who the are you scolding." ”

"Scolding you." Xu Zezhan lit a cigarette, "Eat your own vinegar, aren't you stupid." ”

"......" Fu Wenzhou didn't bother to tell them, this is not the same thing at all.

This group of people doesn't know a fart!

He poured a sip of wine sullenly, he was addicted to smoking, he was angry, and he couldn't care about Song Qingyu's explanation, so he asked Xu Zezhan to bring a cigarette and bite it between his lips.

Shen Guannan smiled, and when he caught a glimpse of a white figure, he looked stunned.

It wasn't until I saw the girl holding the wine plate that I was sure that this should not be Song Qingyu, but someone else.

"Fu Wenzhou." Shen Guannan kicked him: "Look over there." ”