Song Qingyu had a meeting at ten o'clock, and now it was just half past eight, she looked at the time and felt that it should be in time, so she didn't rush to go.

Fu Wenzhou finished brushing the dishes and chopsticks and went upstairs to find Song Qingyu, and saw that she was bending down to open his suitcase, and happily stepped forward and hugged her from behind: "Yuyu, you said that I am so handsome, why haven't you taken a fancy to me for a long time, is it because you don't have a pair of eyes that find beauty?" ”

Song Qingyu has become accustomed to his magical brain circuit, such as Erha: "It's because I have a radar that automatically identifies stupid people." ”

Fu Wenzhou was unhappy: "What do you mean by this, do you dislike me for being a vase?" ”

Song Qingyu checked the contents and filled him with some thick clothes and scarves, "You are a little stronger than a vase, you can move." ”

Fu Wenzhou saw her get up, moved some distance, and rubbed the tip of his nose against the back of Song Qingyu's neck, "Will you miss me." ”

Song Qingyu froze as she cleaned up her things, and then whispered, "Yes." ”

Fu Wenzhou had a smile in his eyes, hugged her arms and slapped her in his arms, and kissed her earlobe crookedly: "Admit it, you just love me very much." ”

"......" Song Qingyu stretched out her hand to push him away and picked up the cat on the ground: "I mean Congee will miss you." ”

Fu Wenzhou's eyebrows were lowered, and he snorted coldly: "Duplicity." ”

The corners of Song Qingyu's lips curved slightly, and after noticing that she was laughing, she cleared her throat in disguise, "It's not early, aren't you leaving?" ”

Fu Wenzhou's face darkened: "You drive me." ”

Song Qingyu smiled: "Yes, I'll drive you away, if you don't leave, I'll go, and the Song family will have a meeting later." ”

Fu Wenzhou looked unhappy: "We are about to be separated for a week, you actually don't have any nostalgia for me, and I haven't had a meeting to ...... in your heart." ”

Song Qingyu saw that he was about to start working again, and glanced at him: "If you say one more word, I won't pick you up on the day of the return trip." ”

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were almost round, and he was so angry that he didn't dare to refute.

Finally, he hummed downstairs with that handsome face that broke through the sky.

After arriving at the door, he pestered Song Qingyu and kissed him for more than ten minutes before he was willing to leave.

During the meeting, Song Qingyu glanced out the window, vaguely as if she saw a long line of white fog, and couldn't help but bend her lips.

The people below were almost stunned, who didn't know that this Miss Song was notoriously cold, every time she had a meeting, the other party could say a bunch of sharp words in a soft voice, and she had never seen her smile.

I didn't expect to laugh today, and everyone looked strange when they arrived at the meeting.

After arriving home in the evening, Song Qingyu received a video from Fu Wenzhou as soon as she was lying on the bed after washing, and she answered it with a smile.

"Arrived?"

The other party's deep magnetic voice came from the earphones: "It's been here a long time ago, it's colder here than in China, Yuzu, I miss you." ”

Song Qingyu was speechless for a while, and reminded: "We have only been separated for less than ten hours. ”

Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly: "Then I miss you too." ”

Song Qingyu covered her lips, and there was a shallow smile in her eyes: "Then what should I do?" ”

"Sister." Fu Wenzhou called her.

A low, lazy voice, very seductive breathing.

drilled into Song Qingyu's eardrum through the earpiece.

Song Qingyu's throat couldn't help but slide, and her eyes stared at the screen intently: "Huh? ”

The man's low voice sounded slowly: "Wife, I have insomnia, can you coax me to sleep." ”

That night, all Song Qingyu's sleepiness was lost by his wife.

She lay on the bed, listening to the whirring of the heat, only to feel that the temperature was too high tonight, so she was full of fever and her heart was beating.

Song Qingyu likes to hear him call himself affectionately, as if in this way, they can completely belong to each other.

That night, she couldn't resist the man's repeated entanglement, and really hummed a song to coax him to sleep.

In the next few days, Fu Wenzhou would video with her every night, even if the two of them didn't talk and just looked at each other like this, Song Qingyu would feel extremely relieved, plus Song's business was gradually on the right track, she was in a good mood recently, and she was willing to spend time and energy coaxing the puppy.

A week is not a long time, but it is not a short time.

This week, Song Chang retired, delivered the house he bought with Liu Rong, and the two of them moved in together.

And Fu Bei officially took over Song Chang's work and became Song Qingyu's confidant.

The ability of the people cultivated by Fu Wenzhou will naturally not be bad, and Chen Chuan's matter will be solved quietly under Fu Bei's handling.

Song Qingyu is quite satisfied with Fu Bei, this man has few words and is absolutely obedient.

On the afternoon of the weekend, Song Qingyu received a call from Liang Muchuan, saying that Liang Jingkang had been released from prison, and the Liang family had a banquet at home and invited her to be a guest as a thanksgiving.

But was rejected by Song Qingyu.

The Liang family completely cut off the way for future generations to enter politics in exchange for Liang Jingkang's life, and in this matter, Song Qingyu thought that he had not helped much.

She just gave a suggestion.

Reactive power is not punished.

Besides, she has to pick up Fu Wenzhou's plane later.

After coming out of the Song family, Song Qingyu called Fu Wenzhou and wanted to ask him about the specific time, but strangely, no one answered there.

She frowned slightly, turned her head and asked Fu Bei: "Give me Fu Nan's mobile phone number." ”

Fu Bei didn't speak, and handed over the phone directly.

Song Qingyu found Fu Nan from the address book and dialed it.

"Fu Bei, what's wrong?"

"What about Fu Wenzhou."

There was a pause for a few seconds, and then he said, "Madam, Xiao Fu is always in a meeting." ”

Song Qingyu asked, "Didn't you go back to China today?" Not over yet? ”

There was a noise in his ears, and soon, a voice changed on the other side, low and hoarse, with Fu Wenzhou's exclusive lazy energy: "Yuyu, I can't go back today, this time the partner is a little difficult, I have not agreed to sign the contract, and I may have to delay it for a few days." ”

Song Qingyu heard Fu Wenzhou's voice, her heart settled down, and she asked him gently, "Is it troublesome?" ”

Fu Wenzhou smiled solemnly: "A little, what's the matter, does my sister want to fly over to help me solve it." ”

Seeing that he was still in the mood to joke, Song Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that it shouldn't be particularly troublesome.

"Okay, you're busy."

"Did you miss me?"

When Song Qingyu was about to hang up, the man suddenly spoke.

She paused and said, "Want to know?" ”

"Yes."

"Then go home early." Song Qingyu touched her earlobe uncomfortably: "I'll tell you when I come back." ”

The man chuckled and said, "Okay." ”

Until the phone hung up, Song Qingyu still felt a little tingling itch in the cochlea.

Fu Bei stood behind and took the phone without squinting: "Madam, are you going to the airport?" ”

Song Qingyu shook his head: "Go back to Yalin Villa." ”

Fu Bei got the instruction, so he helped Song Qingyu pull the car door, and waited for her to sit down before turning around and walking into the driver's seat.

Although it has been a week since Fu Wenzhou left, Song Qingyu is still a little unaccustomed to facing the darkness of the house after returning home.

The kitten circled around her legs, meowing slimily.

Song Qingyu bent down and hugged the porridge into her arms and rubbed the kitten's fluffy head: "Your master won't come back today, and there are two of us left." ”

She shuttled through the huge villa, pouring cat food and water for the kittens, her body was slender and weak, as if she could find a little vitality when Fu Wenzhou was there.

Now that Fu Wenzhou is not there, Song Qingyu's back looks even more lonely.

The little cat seemed to notice, rubbed its head against the owner's palm, its two eyes were round, and licked the back of Song Qingyu's hand with its tongue.

Song Qingyu was licked and itchy, broke free gently, put down the porridge, picked up the medical book that I saw half of last time and continued to read.