The moonlight is hazy, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

In the car.

Fu Wenzhou hugged Song Qingyu's slender waist, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What did you say to the old man of the Xu family?" ”

Song Qingyu looked at him sideways, with a smile in his eyes: "You want to know?" ”

"Hmm." Fu Wenzhou rubbed his palm, pinching the soft meat, and felt that it felt quite good.

The corners of Song Qingyu's lips hooked: "Secret." ”

Fu Wenzhou's sword eyebrows raised, and the big hand on Song Qingyu's waist used some force, Song Qingyu subconsciously dodged, didn't dodge, and said in a soft voice: "Itchy, don't pinch it." ”

Fu Wenzhou still didn't let go of his hand, but his strength decreased a lot, and he began to knead and play with it as carefully as he did just now.

"Old man Xu is not easy to fool, you can actually move him." Fu Wenzhou asked in a low voice: "Why do you help Xu Zezhan." ”

Song Qingyu said: "Isn't he your friend?" ”

"Huh?" Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes, and his voice deepened.

Song Qingyu looked back at him: "He's your friend, so it's also my friend?" It's just a favor between friends, it doesn't matter, and this is also an opportunity to make friends with Old Man Xu, and if you have the opportunity to cooperate with Yunrui in the future, the old man will always be able to see a little thin noodles. ”

Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple tightened, and his back straightened: "Yuyu, are you going to help him because of me?" ”

Song Qingyu: "Well, what's wrong?" ”

Fu Wenzhou hugged Song Qingyu into his arms, as if he was about to rub someone into his body, and said in a low voice: "Yuyu, I knew that he Xu Zezhan was a fart worth your effort, and sure enough, you helped him because of Aiwu and Wu." Yuzu, you're so good, I love you so much. ”

Song Qingyu was rarely silent, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

She patted Fu Wenzhou's back lightly, and her smile was a little helpless: "Fu Wenzhou, why do you even want to eat your brother's vinegar." ”

Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly: "Liang Muchuan is also my brother, doesn't he miss you?" Damn, you're so good, I have to be on guard? ”

"Okay, well, on guard." Song Qingyu couldn't do anything about him, so she simply coaxed him to come.

Fu Wenzhou was coaxed to be happy, the curvature of the corners of his mouth couldn't be retracted, and he struck while the iron was hot: "Grapefruit, can I go back to the house to sleep tonight?" ”

Song Qingyu's face changed, and he struggled out of his arms, "No." ”

Fu Wenzhou suddenly wilted, "But ......"

"No, but, no, no, no." Song Qingyu said very decisively.

Fu Nan, who was driving in front, glanced in the rearview mirror, and it took a lot of effort to hold back his laughter.

When passing by a dessert shop, Fu Wenzhou suddenly said, "Stop." ”

Song Qingyu asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Fu Wenzhou kissed Song Qingyu's eyelids: "Wait for me obediently in the car." ”

After speaking, he said to Fu Nan: "Stop on the side of the road." ”

"Got it, Mr. Fu." The person in front of him replied respectfully and slowly parked the car at the intersection.

Song Qingyu held her shawl, her jet-black hair pressed down on her daisy cheongsam like ink, and her plain white hands blocked the slowly rising window.

Fortunately, the driver found out in time and pressed pause, otherwise these white and delicate hands would have to break their appearance today.

Fu Wenzhou frowned imperceptibly, his eyes were heavy, and his expression was nervous: "What are you doing blocking the glass?" What to do with your hands! ”

Song Qingyu coughed lightly, and her curled eyelashes were stained with a layer of mist because of coughing: "Look at you...... I don't want to go through the glass. ”

Her eyes are clear and bright, slightly curled, and they are very beautiful eyes.

When you focus on looking at people, you have a charming style.

Fu Wenzhou stared at those eyes a little distracted, and a sense of pleasure gradually rose in his heart because of her words.

"Then you can't block it directly with your hands, what if you get hurt?"

Song Qingyu played with the beads on her wrist, and her eyebrows and eyes smiled: "It's not in the way." ”

There was only the sound of beads rubbing around.

The cool breeze was blowing, Song Qingyu urged him to go quickly, and after Fu Wenzhou walked away, he began to cough lightly.

Sick and weak, he can't stand a little cold.

Song Qingyu slowly lifted her eyelids: "Fu Nan." ”

The car was silent, and Song Qingyu smelled the intoxicating cold smell of tobacco again, the first smell was clear and cold, and after smelling it for a long time, it felt lingering and intoxicating.

She had seriously exceeded the limit of exercise today, and now she had time to breathe, clutching her chest and whispering evenly.

The interior space in the car is actually very large, and it is a little far away from Fu Nan in the front row.

Fu Nan turned around, only to feel that his wife's aura was too strong, it was difficult for people to ignore it, and she was cold and cold, and it was difficult to approach.

I don't know what method Xiao Fu used to pick off these many holy snow lotuses and bring them into the dust from the iceberg.

Song Qingyu sat there with her eyes slightly closed, exuding a lazy and cold temperament, and her fingertips casually flicked the escaping pearl.

Song Qingyu wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief, and groaned with a smile: "You are all by Fu Wenzhou's side, so who did he let escort Yun Nian?" ”

"Ahem!"

It's not Song Qingyu who coughs, it's Fu Nan.

The casual words made Fu Nan's back break out in a cold sweat.

Why did Madame suddenly ask about this?

What does she mean?

Why do you want to ask him this kind of question, whether it is said or not.

If you say it, you will betray Mr. Fu, but if you don't say it, offending Mrs. is estimated to be even more serious than betraying Mr. Fu!

Fu Nan thought for a while, weighed left and right, and finally said in a deep voice: "It's Uncle Kang, his full name is Fu Kang, he is the young master's right-hand man, and the recovery of the Fu family before was thanks to Uncle Kang who was dealing with those people in the Fu family outside. Before, your father's death was also Uncle Kang asked the people in the prison to beat him to death and then throw him into a mass grave, this matter has nothing to do with me, madam, it was all done by the young master and Uncle Kang, and Fu Bei and I only found out later. ”

Song Qingyu said a word, and Fu Nan handed over all the big moves.

There is no way, Fu Nanshen feels that in the future, the family is estimated to be in charge of the wife, and their little Fu always has to listen to the lady, so those of them who are subordinates might as well go to the city as soon as possible.

I don't know if Mrs. will be able to promote him for the sake of being so honest and loyal.

Fu Nan's head circled three times, and he imagined that he would be promoted and make a fortune in the future.

Song Qingyu didn't raise her eyelids, her thin white fingers folded her handkerchief, she was docile and well-behaved, and her voice was weak: "So that's the case, can I see Uncle Kang when he comes back?" ”

Fu Nan was a little embarrassed: "Madam, Uncle Kang only listens to the young master's words...... Anyway, I'll tell him then, but it's hard to meet Uncle Kang and his dragon without seeing the end. ”

"Well, thank you." Song Qingyu said softly.

Where did Fu Nan dare to let Song Qingyu thank him, and hurriedly said: "Madame's words are serious, this is what we should do as subordinates, isn't it tormenting us when you say thank you." ”

Fu Wenzhou, who turned back from the dessert shop, didn't know that his subordinates had already recognized the master, he got into the car with two cans of colorful candy, moved to Song Qingyu's side, got very close, and said excitedly: "Yuzu, I have tasted this candy, it is very sweet, as sweet as you." ”

Song Qingyu looked at the jar in his hand: "Isn't there still one at home?" ”

Fu Wenzhou shook his head: "This one is sweeter, you won't be bitter if you drink the medicine and eat a candy." ”

Song Qingyu was stunned, Fu Wenzhou would buy her many kinds of candy in the past, there were countless of them, and he would taste each one himself, and he would give it to her which one was the sweetest and not greasy.

Song Qingyu's most important thing in the home of Wutong Apartment is all kinds of candy jars.

She doesn't have any collecting habits, but she is reluctant to throw them away every time she eats them.

"Yuzu?"

Fu Wenzhou called her: "What do you want?" ”

Pulled Song Qingyu back from his memories and held the candy jar in his hand, Song Qingyu raised his eyes to look at him, and he didn't know why he suddenly wanted to ask him a word.

"Fu Wenzhou."

"Huh?"

"What would happen to you if I never got divorced?"