The wind was blowing outside.

Fu Wenzhou kissed her eyelids and gently pity: "You have a home, you and I still have a home for porridge." ”

Song Qingyu was suddenly stunned, and the tip of her nose was unbearable.

Why does this man always poke her heart with unmistakable precision?

She didn't say anything, but he knew what he really wanted, what he was afraid of losing, and what he had always longed for.

This night, Song Qingyu snuggled quietly in Fu Wenzhou's arms and slept very peacefully.

When she woke up the next day, Song Qingyu felt more relaxed than ever, and Song Yuan's words yesterday were silent in her heart, and she couldn't stir up any ripples.

Regardless of whether his words were true or not, Song Qingyu did not plan to find Song Ning and the truth.

If it is false, her revenge has already been avenged.

If it is true, then she hopes that Song Ning can live a happy life after escaping.

Since Song Ning chose to leave, she never wanted to have anything to do with the Song family again.

Why bother.

In the future, she only needs to run her and Fu Wenzhou's small family.

Thinking of this, the corners of Song Qingyu's mouth hooked up a light and shallow smile, which was not obvious, fleeting.

But Fu Wenzhou, who was still pushed in by the door, saw that the man walked in briskly, and stuck to it strangely: "Yuyu, you have to go to work today?" ”

"Hmm." Song Qingyu pushed him: "Go away, I'm going to get dressed." ”

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows dissatisfied, bent down and took Song Qingyu out of the bed, put it on his lap, and kissed her face to face.

It's the end of March, and after yesterday's heavy rain, the weather is getting cooler again.

But the heating in the house was turned on very much, and he was holding him in his arms, Song Qingyu didn't feel cold.

Song Qingyu rubbed his long wolf tail, like a dog, and asked softly, "Who upset you?" ”

Fu Wenzhou looked at her very intently: "I don't want you to go to work." ”

Song Qingyu smiled when she heard this: "When the Song family is on the right track, you can help me hire a professional team." ”

Fu Wenzhou's eyes lit up: "Really? ”

Song Qingyu nodded: "Do you want me to swear?" ”

"Don't." Fu Wenzhou snorted: "I want my wife to kiss." ”

Song Qingyu suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, thought about it and said, "Okay." ”

Then he was embarrassed to add: "Kiss." ”

As soon as the words fell, the man's kiss came in a surge, with a strong possessiveness, wantonly plundering in her mouth.

At the end of the kiss, both of them were out of breath.

Song Qingyu's lips were kissed, she reached out and rubbed them, and glanced at him: "What should I do if I am seen by my colleagues." ”

Fu Wenzhou smiled unhesitantly: "If you see it, you will see it, you know that you are a master of the people." ”

Song Qingyu glared at him, got off Fu Wenzhou, and went to wash.

Fu Wenzhou followed behind, his legs were still a little sloping, and it was more obvious when he didn't hold a cane.

Where did Song Qingyu go, he followed, Congee Congee didn't know when he got in, one person and one cat, one left and one right, kept circling around Song Qingyu, and just followed him to the living room downstairs.

Song Qingyu had to leave after breakfast, and Fu Wenzhou pestered her and kissed her for a long time before letting her go.

Closing the door, Fu Wenzhou brushed the dishes first, and then tidied up the house again, and now the wounds on his body have almost recovered, and the injuries on his legs can be dealt with by himself.

Halfway through the medicine, Yun Nian came.

He was carrying a package on his back, holding his master's urn in his hand, and looked at Fu Wenzhou: "What about Sister Yuyu?" ”

After his hard work, he finally got the Great Demon King to agree to this title.

Fu Wenzhou's eyelids were too lazy to tease: "Go to work." ”

Yun Nian said "oh": "I'm here to say goodbye to you, I'm going to Master's hometown to fulfill Master's last wish before leaving, so that he can return to his roots." By the way—"

He handed over a small box and put it on the table next to Fu Wenzhou: "I will probably leave for a month, this is Sister Yuyu's medicine for the next month, and I will come back when it expires." ”

Fu Wenzhou frowned: "When are you leaving?" ”

"Now." Yun Nian said with a grin.

Fu Wenzhou said a lazy "um", "I'll find someone to follow you, and he will protect your safety."

"Who?" Yun Nian was like a curious baby: "Could it be Fu Bei?" ”

Fu Wenzhou glanced at him, "Fu Kang, you call him Uncle Kang." ”

Yun Nian had no objection to this arrangement: "Okay." ”

He stared at Fu Wenzhou for a few seconds, and suddenly said, "Why do all your bodyguards have your surname?" Don't they have their own names? ”

The man's eyebrows and eyes are naturally cold, but at this moment, he is a little hanging: "You are curious? ”

Yun Nian nodded wildly.

Fu Wenzhou beckoned to him, and Yun Nian immediately ran over and turned his right face towards Fu Wenzhou to listen.

Fu Wenzhou leaned on the sunken wooden chair, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a ruffian, and reached out to pat Yun Nian's face: "I won't tell you." ”

Yun Nian: "......"

Who will tell him why Fu Wenzhou is so badly beaten!

His angry cheeks bulged, like a pufferfish, and glared at Fu Wenzhou fiercely, "Hmph! I don't want to know at all! ”

Fu Wenzhou pulled down his trouser legs, his eyelids were lazy and lazy, his expression was idle and light, he walked to Yun Nian's side with a puff, picked up his back collar, and carried people out like a little chicken.

"Fu Wenzhou! I'm going to sue Sister Yuzu, and you're bullying me again! Yun Nian struggled with teeth and claws.

Fu Wenzhou didn't bother to pay attention to him, looked at the time, and looked up just when a car was driving over.

A middle-aged man who looked to be about fifty years old walked down, the man was very tall, with a three-centimeter scar on his eyebrow bone, and a pair of eyes as black as a deep pool, looking unfathomable.

Yun Nian subconsciously took two steps back, this uncle looks so fierce!

Fu Kang glanced at Yun Nian, then looked at Fu Wenzhou, and called out respectfully: "Little Mr. Fu." ”

"Hmm." Fu Wenzhou responded lightly, opened the car door, stuffed Yun Nian in, and locked the car window directly regardless of Yun Nian's resistance: "Stay honest." ”

"How's it going?" Fu Wenzhou put away his idle expression and asked in a cold voice.