The lights were all on in the room, as if it were daytime.

Song Qingyu changed her clothes and went upstairs, and Fu Wenzhou followed closely behind her.

I wanted to speak several times, but I was interrupted by the other party's indifferent attitude.

When Song Qingyu took the clothes out of the master bedroom, Fu Wenzhou was completely panicked and grabbed her.

His eyes were fixed on her, and his voice was obscure: "Where are you going?" ”

Song Qingyu lowered his eyes and glanced at the wrist he was holding: "I think we all need to calm down, so let's start sleeping in separate rooms today." ”

Her face looked flat, but the tremor of the tail note betrayed the calmness she had disguised at the moment.

The trembling was too short, so short that Fu Wenzhou didn't hear it.

The man's eyes widened, and he felt an indescribable fear.

In my impression, even when he was stalking in those years, she had never used such a cold tone to talk to herself.

Fu Wenzhou firmly grasped her and refused to let go, as if he thought that he could keep people in this way: "Why should you be calm? What did I do? I said that I didn't look for that girl, and you can't put a crime on me for something I didn't do. ”

At the end, he added in a trembling voice: "Yuzu, you can't do this, you can't ...... me like this"

"I know." Song Qingyu said.

"What?"

Song Qingyu's voice was very soft: "I know you won't admit me wrong." ”

Fu Wenzhou hurriedly asked: "Since you know, why do you want to do this to me?" If it's because of the daytime, I can apologize to you, if you want to go to SY, you can go to find it, I figured it out, work is work, feelings are feelings, and you can separate. ”

"Did that girl teach you?" Song Qingyu interrupted him and asked in a very soft voice.

Fu Wenzhou paused, then nodded.

Song Qingyu smiled: "I taught you something that you can't learn in a few years, and you will understand it in a few minutes when others tell you?" ”

Fu Wenzhou: "I ......"

Song Qingyu shook his hand away, "Rest early, good night." ”

The door was gently closed, leaving Fu Wenzhou standing alone at a loss.

His eyes were dazed and frightened, like a trapped beast that could not find a home.

When the sky was about to dawn, Fu Wenzhou got up to make breakfast for Song Qingyu with dark circles under his eyes that he hadn't slept all night.

He deliberately made a lot of them, all of which Song Qingyu usually likes to eat.

Estimating that the time was about the same, he set the dishes and chopsticks one by one, and when the people appeared at the staircase, he said curtly: "Sister, breakfast is ready." ”

Song Qingyu walked to the entrance and changed her clothes and shoes.

Fu Wenzhou saw that she was leaving, and said hurriedly: "Don't you eat breakfast?" ”

Song Qingyu didn't intend to ignore him, and after a moment of silence, he said, "You eat, the company has been very busy recently, I'll let Uncle Chang buy some on the way." ”

"But I've already done ......."

He was answered by the cold sound of the door closing.

Song Qingyu really has something to do.

She did two projects overnight, Fu Wenzhou didn't sleep, and she didn't get much better.

Even sitting in the car, she was constantly checking and modifying to see if there was anything wrong.

Song saw that her face was a little bad, and she couldn't help but say with concern: "Didn't you sleep all night last night?" ”

"Sleep."

I did sleep, but it didn't arrive for two hours.

Song Chang asked in a low voice, "You...... Don't you really plan to work with SY? ”

"Hmm." Song Qingyu replied lightly: "I thought about it last night, if Fu Shi expands the industrial territory, it is not impossible, although the process is more troublesome, but the feasibility is still about ten percent." ”

Song Chang was surprised: "For this ten percent, you can't do it all day, and stay up all night?" ”

Song Qingyu rubbed her tired eyes and hooked her lips, but there was no smile in her eyes.

From noon yesterday to more than 10 o'clock in the evening, the project was finally made into a prototype.

originally thought that if Fu Wenzhou really didn't like to cooperate with others, then she would find a way to find the fastest speed, the lowest loss, and the most stable plan to unite with Fu.

Thinking that if he can't understand, forget it, and he can't be accommodating.

At best, it's hard work.

Unexpectedly, she went to find someone with a business plan, but the other party told her that she had figured it out.

It was made sense by other girls in a few words.

Song Qingyu's fingertips turned slightly white, and he quickly raised his eyes: "Uncle Chang, go to Fenglin Garden." ”

"Maple Grove?" Song Chang was surprised: "Are you going to find Dong Lao?" ”

"Hmm."

Song Qingyu herself is a medical student, and she is very clear about her physical condition.

During this time, she could clearly feel the frequency of palpitations increasing and the symptoms of coughing up blood became more and more severe.

Song Qingyu looked at the time, and went on a field trip at one o'clock in the afternoon, and it should be too late to go to Fenglin Garden.

Dong Lao is a master in the medical field, with peach and plum all over the world, and Song Qingyu used to be her most proud disciple. As a result, as soon as she graduated from college, Song Qingyu gave up studying medicine, because of this, Dong Lao did not contact her for a year.

It wasn't until Song Qingyu came to apologize in person that she reconnected with this proud protégé.

When I saw Song Qingyu, the first thing I did was to help her take the pulse.

Song Qingyu sat on the sofa and smiled softly: "Teacher, don't frown so deeply, otherwise I will think that my life is short." ”

Her joke eased the tension and oppression.

Dong Lao looked at her and couldn't help but sigh.

Song Qingyu was stunned, and then smiled: "Teacher, just say it directly." ”

Dong Lao didn't say it directly, he only prescribed two doses of medicine for her, and asked Song Qingyu to take it every morning and evening.

Song Qingyu smelled it through the smell, it was a medicine that was angry.

When parting, Dong Lao took her another medicine bottle and explained: "Taking one pill in half a month can protect the heart and veins." ”

Song Qingyu was dumbfounded: "This medicine ...... It's rare. ”

Dong Lao waved his hand: "Medicine is used to treat diseases, and there is no such thing as being precious or rare." ”

Song Qingyu's throat was bitter: "Thank you, teacher, for so many years, I have been bothering you ......"

Boss Dong raised his face: "I am not only your teacher, I am also a doctor, as a doctor, it is appropriate to save people and cure diseases." ”

Song Qingyu said earnestly: "But I still want to thank you." ”

Dong Lao waved his hand again.

After saying goodbye to Dong Lao, Song Qingyu went to the construction site to inspect, and then held another meeting, and was busy until more than nine o'clock in the evening.

When I came out of the company, the cold wind hit, and before I noticed the cold, my body was hugged, and my tall body blocked the gust of cold wind.

Song Qingyu frowned slightly, "Let go." ”

Fu Wenzhou didn't hear it, and after carrying the person into the car, he stepped on the accelerator and didn't give Song Qingyu time to resist.

After arriving home, Song Qingyu was the first to get out of the car, followed by Fu Wenzhou.

Most of his leg injuries have healed, and although he has a faint pain when walking, this pain is less than one-ten-thousandth of what Song Qingyu ignored.

Fu Wenzhou followed her into the second bedroom, turned around and locked the door.

Song Qingyu heard the voice, and her face was not very good-looking: "Is it because what I said yesterday wasn't clear enough?" ”

Fu Wenzhou's voice was hoarse, his eyes were gray, and he obviously hadn't rested for a long time: "You said it very clearly, but I don't want to, I don't want to be calm, and I don't want to sleep separately from you." ”

Song Qingyu lowered her face coldly: "We are in love, I am not your property, I hope you can respect my wishes." ”

Fu Wenzhou gritted his teeth, and his tone almost collapsed: "But we just quarreled!" Quarrels can be reconciled! ”

"Then I don't want to reconcile with you now, okay?" Song Qingyu's face turned red: "Fu Wenzhou, can you only understand other people's words, not me?" ”

Fu Wenzhou pressed the tip of his tongue against his back molars: "What do you mean by not wanting to reconcile?" ”

"Literally." Song Qingyu trembled in her voice: "Now, please go out, if you don't go, then I'll go." ”

Fu Wenzhou felt like he was going crazy, his chest seemed to be squeezing something heavy, his throat seemed to be grabbed by a hand, and every breath had to be extremely forceful.

Eventually, he turned around and slammed the door slammed.

But when the door was about to make a loud noise, he used his arm to resist it again.

In the end, the door that was supposed to carry the anger was unharmed.