In the room, Song Qingyu stretched out her hand to turn on the light, and the room suddenly became as bright as day.

Fu Wenzhou stuck behind her like a large dog, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the stains on the hem of her clothes, twisted his eyebrows, and grabbed Song Qingyu's wrist: "Why are the clothes dirty?" What happened? ”

Fu Wenzhou knew that Song Qingyu had always loved cleanliness, and even if there was a little dust on his dress, he would immediately wipe it with a handkerchief.

He stared at her tightly, if it wasn't for what happened, Song Qingyu would definitely not have so many stains on her dress and didn't notice it.

In fact, Song Qingyu did forget.

The mind is chaotic, more than uncomfortable.

She paused for a moment, slowly pulled out a smile and said, "I guess I accidentally got it, I'll go take a shower and change my clothes." ”

Fu Wenzhou didn't let go, his eyes locked on her firmly.

Song Qingyu handed the cat to him: "Change your clothes and come out to tell you." ”

Fu Wenzhou looked at her silently, and slowly loosened the shackles of her hand.

The bathroom door closed, Fu Wenzhou went downstairs, and after settling the porridge, he made a phone call to the prison.

His voice was cold: "Send me the video of Song Yuan's visit to prison today." ”

He hung up very fast, and he moved very quickly over there.

After a while, Fu Wenzhou's mobile phone received an anonymous email.

Fu Wenzhou clicked on the video attached to the email, and his face became more and more gloomy.

"Song Qingyu, the truth of the matter is Song Ning, your mother abandoned you, and after she gave birth to you, she left one of your babies in the delivery room and ran away by herself! And your grandfather Song Zhi, do you think he hurts you? I'm telling you, in fact, he hates you so much! Song Zhi felt that if it weren't for you, Song Ning wouldn't have died. I saw him put his hands around your neck. ”

"Just like that, you almost got strangled to death on that snowy winter night! If I hadn't stopped you, do you think you'd be alive today? Of course, I didn't save you because of any father's love, but because you are alive, I can use you to get the equity of the Song family, otherwise if you die, I will completely become a person who has nothing to do with the Song family. ”

"Song Qingyu, your revenge all the time is a joke, hahaha...... Take back the Song family, avenge your mother and grandfather who you thought were dead, and do everything possible to put me to death, but the people you love don't love you. ”

"No one in this world loves you at all, you are destined to be born an orphan and an abandoned baby in this life, and you will never get the slightest love!"

"Song Qingyu, you are a garbage that no one wants!"

Fu Wenzhou's black eyes surged, hiding a strong bloodlust and anger, his green muscles burst out, and he roared in a low voice: "Song Yuan! ”

In the huge study, Fu Wenzhou dialed a phone call.

The black dripping ink on his face was like the cold wind of the cold winter moon mixed with ice slag, which made people feel chills down their spine.

"Before the end of tomorrow, I want to see the news of Song Yuan's death in a mass grave on the outskirts of the city."

Outside the window, there was a violent wind and rain, lightning and thunder, and the rain hit the glass window, making a rustling sound.

The house was peaceful and quiet.

When Song Qingyu came out of the bathroom, Fu Wenzhou sat on the edge of the bed and flipped through her medical books, and when she heard the movement, she raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Song Qingyu wiped her hair, let Fu Wenzhou press her on the edge of the bed and sit down, and then stroked her hair with her big palm.

Fu Wenzhou skillfully helped her dry her hair, and her fingertips were tied between her hair and she was reluctant to leave, but Song Qingyu reminded: "If I blow it again, my hair will be blown out." ”

Fu Wenzhou turned off the hair dryer and snorted: "My skills are so good, how can I blow your hair bad." ”

Song Qingyu was noncommittal, there was one thing to say, Fu Wenzhou was indeed talented in serving her.

Housework, cooking, as long as there is something about her, he seems to take care of it himself, and he does it better than the maid at home.

It's even better than Song Qingyu's own cooking.

It is a person who likes to enjoy.

You don't have to do it yourself, Song Qingyu can't avoid the bad habit of laziness, and she is naturally happy to be taken care of by Fu Wenzhou.

Fu Wenzhou got up and put the water fan away, then walked up to Song Qingyu and opened his hands.

The thin lips were slightly raised, with a vague smile: "Song Qingyu, come and hug." ”

Song Qingyu raised his eyes to look at him, the man's eyes seemed to be filled with an ocean of love, which was irresistible and couldn't help but indulge in it.

At this moment, her desire to be skin-to-skin with this man reached its peak.

Song Qingyu didn't hesitate to pounce on him and hugged him tightly, her eyes were slightly sour, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for a day today had finally found an outlet.

Fu Wenzhou patted her back gently, his eyes were gentle like water, and the thick affection in his eyes was undisguised.

"Song Qingyu."

"Huh?"

"I love you."

"I know." Song Qingyu said softly.

Fu Wenzhou slapped her on the back, and his voice was hoarse: "I love you, and I will always love you." ”

Song Qingyu's face was a little red: "Why did you say this suddenly." ”

"Because I want to tell you." Fu Wenzhou said: "No one will love you more than Fu Wenzhou, so it doesn't matter if you don't want that little love from others." ”

Song Qingyu was stunned for a moment, her fingertips tightened slightly, and she slowly closed her eyes: "Hmm." ”

This is a simple but extremely powerful hug, which gives Song Qingyu an unprecedented sense of security.

Let her from birth, that floating heart has finally found a place.

In her heart, which was full of holes, Fu Wenzhou surrounded it again with love, and stitched it up little by little with love.

For more than twenty years, it had hidden in a dark corner and did not dare to catch a glimpse of the day, and now, a beam of light pierced through the thick haze, illuminating the sad and lonely desert that was not rich.

Fu Wenzhou felt that his chest was wet, and his heart suddenly panicked, he broke Song Qingyu's face, and his voice was low and eager: "Why are you crying?" ”

Song Qingyu smiled and wiped her tears: "Fu Wenzhou, do you know, my health is not good, I drink those unpalatable Chinese medicines every day to hang my life, just to avenge my mother and grandfather, once my life plan and the belief that supported my life is to take back everything in the Song family and seek justice for my mother and grandfather." But today...... Today Song Yuan told me that all this is fake. ”

Song Qingyu's heart was full of grievances and sadness.

How can you not be wronged, and how can you not be sad?

She is not made of iron, she has always believed that Song Ning and Song Zhi love her, and there are people in this family who love her, but they all have unavoidable reasons to choose to leave her one by one.

Before seeing Fu Wenzhou, Song Qingyu thought, this is nothing, maybe Song Yuan is lying.

Or even if what Song Yuan said was true, it was normal for Song Ning to have her own choice, and Song Yuan treated her badly, so she risked her life to flee just after giving birth.

Grandpa lost his only daughter, if it weren't for being pregnant with her, Song Ning wouldn't have had a difficult birth, so it was understandable that Song Zhi wanted to kill her.

There's nothing wrong with their choice.

Song Qingyu comforted herself like this.

She thought, there's nothing to be sad about, she and Song Ning don't have much affection, and her grandfather once loved her.

Song Qingyu had always thought so before she got this hug.

But she was wrong, it turns out that people are animals with feelings, and she will also be sad, hurt, and wronged.

It's just that she is used to suppressing her emotions, but in front of Fu Wenzhou, she can be herself, she doesn't have to care so much, she can cry whenever she wants.

Because she knew that Fu Wenzhou would never leave her, he would not leave her like her mother, like her grandfather, and like her favorite nanny and aunt when she was a child.

He would always be there for her.

Because Song Qingyu is Fu Wenzhou's blatant partiality and well-known selfishness.