Song Qingyu turned off the light and was about to close her eyes.

In the dark, Fu Wenzhou propped his chin and his eyes burned: "Yuyu, what did you just call me?" ”

It's been a night of asking, it's terrible.

Song Qingyu silently pulled the quilt to cover her head: "It's nothing, sleep." ”

Fu Wenzhou pulled down the quilt, turned over and knelt on both sides of Song Qingyu on both legs, sandwiched the person in the middle, and bent down to hold her face: "Who am I?" ”

Song Qingyu replied: "Boyfriend." ”

Fu Wenzhou asked again: "Song Qingyu and Fu Wenzhou have a few months to get married?" ”

Song Qingyu said: "Four months." ”

Fu Wenzhou was kind and persuasive: "What am I to be yours at that time?" ”

Song Qingyu said good-naturedly: "Partner." ”

"What else?" Fu Wenzhou's tone was a little impatient.

Song Qingyu "hmm": "Lover? ”

"Wrong!" Fu Wenzhou lowered his head and kissed her ruddy mouth: "It's husband and wife." ”

Song Qingyu nodded.

Fu Wenzhou touched her hair with a big palm, and her voice was particularly sexy and seductive in the night: "What should be called between husband and wife?" ”

Song Qingyu blinked, wondering if he would fulfill his wish.

Fu Wenzhou is very patient, and it seems that he will not give up until she has an answer.

A hint of cunning flashed in Song Qingyu's eyes, and she smiled: "Call a partner." ”

"......" Fu Wenzhou was obviously not satisfied with this answer, and continued to ask unwillingly: "Why is it a partner, Yuyu, are you the one who has your heart?" ”

"yes." Song Qingyu was very frank: "Fu Wenzhou, have you forgotten one thing?" ”

Fu Wenzhou frowned and said, "What? ”

Song Qingyu smiled again: "Go to the guest bedroom to sleep." ”

Fu Wenzhou paused, gritted his teeth and said, "It's only three days away, can't you be accommodating?" ”

"I can't." Song Qingyu: "Who made you not have a long memory." ”

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were deep, and his tone was complaining: "It's okay to sleep in the guest bedroom, even the husband is limited, sister, you are so ruthless." ”

Song Qingyu hesitated for two seconds: "But ......"

"You kiss me, kiss me for ten minutes." Fu Wenzhou said: "It should be compensated." ”

Song Qingyu glared at him: "You only want to think about whether these are these, don't kiss." ”

Fu Wenzhou fixed her arms on the top of her head, bent down and kissed her on the lips: "Sister take the initiative, otherwise it will be the day of sex next month, in case I am dissatisfied with my desires on weekdays, and then I will be beastly and ...... you."

The thin lips pressed two soft petals, and Fu Wenzhou's eyes oozed a trace of a triumphant smile.

Song Qingyu's cheeks were flushed, and she didn't know whether she was ashamed or annoyed, and kissed Fu Wenzhou in no order.

Fu Wenzhou let her take the initiative, and she really didn't move at all, and honestly and obediently knelt there waiting for his fairy to kiss mortal.

This night, Fu Wenzhou still didn't sleep on the sofa, and after Song Qingyu fell asleep, he took a blanket and shrunk down to sleep in the square inch of her door, and left with the blanket when it was about to dawn, messing up the bed in the guest bedroom, creating the illusion that someone had slept.

The next day, Song Qingyu woke up to look for Fu Wenzhou, but found that he was not in the kitchen, but sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a mobile phone resting on the coffee table in front of him, and the mobile phone was placed upright on the stand.

Song Qingyu's consciousness was still a little vague when she woke up, she took a sip of the hot milk that Fu Wenzhou put on the table, and asked curiously, "What are you doing?" ”

Her tone was a little coquettish that she didn't even notice, and Fu Wenzhou looked at her with a smile on his face: "Meeting, overseas meeting." ”

Song Qingyu was stunned, and she was almost about to walk into the video screen.

She silently withdrew her long legs, returned to the table, took a slow sip of milk, and asked him when he would finish it with her eyes.

Regarding Fu Wenzhou's sudden meeting, Song Qingyu was a little surprised.

After all, her family hasn't seen him do anything serious all day long, and this is the first time I've seen him in a serious meeting.

Song Qingyu thought it was quite strange.

However, she didn't want to affect Fu Wenzhou when he was in a meeting, so she didn't answer again, bypassed the dining table, deliberately avoided the range of the mobile phone camera, went to the sink to flush the milk cup, and stood in the kitchen with a bowl of porridge to drink it slowly.

However, at this moment, Fu Wenzhou called out without warning: "Wife." ”

The hot porridge in Song Qingyu's hand almost spilled.

I saw Fu Wenzhou pointing to his stomach and said, "Wife, I'm hungry, can you feed me?" ”

Song Qingyu's eyelids jumped, I don't know what kind of play he is doing, and I don't have to guess how much impact his wife has caused to those people on the other side of the video.

Seeing that Song Qingyu had not moved, Fu Wenzhou began to complain: "Wife, can you bear that my husband is hungry all the time, I spent a lot of physical strength last night, and I urgently need to replenish my energy now." ”

Song Qingyu's little face was dark and dark, and he didn't dare to speak out because he was still in a meeting over there, and asked him with his eyes: What kind of wind are you smoking?

Fu Wenzhou pretended not to see it, and he had to say it when the posture was clear.

Song Qingyu was afraid of him, so she hurriedly went to the kitchen to make a bowl of porridge, carefully bypassed the camera, and tried to control her body outside the camera.

But when she just put the bowl on the table and motioned Fu Wenzhou to get it herself, the other party suddenly turned the camera and said with a smile: "Wife, you can help me have a meeting, I'm hungry and I want to have breakfast." ”

If his eyes could kill, Fu Wenzhou would have been slashed by Song Qingyu ten thousand times.

Song Qingyu saw her stunned stupid appearance reflected on the screen, and in another picture, there were more than a dozen people sitting around the long table, all of them looking at her with a smile and inquiry.

Song Qingyu felt that she would be like a monkey in a zoo.

She was already embarrassed to deduct a castle in her heart, and her face remained calm: "Good morning, everyone......"

Fu Wenzhou pushed a document in front of her while drinking porridge, and pointed to several places on the document.

Song Qingyu roughly understood what this meeting was about, and after listening to other people's opinions, Song Qingyu gave a few summary suggestions.

A blonde woman on the other side of the screen began to applaud and said in broken Chinese, "Are you the wife of President Fu?" It's beautiful, very beautiful! ”

Song Qingyu smiled politely: "Thank you, you are also beautiful." ”

Someone boldly joked: "Madam, when are you going to inspect an overseas company?" ”

"Boss, we're all waiting for you."

“……”

Song Qingyu's face was flushed by their left lady and right lady lady, she was thin-skinned, but in the face of their enthusiasm, she still replied seriously: "I will definitely go if I have the opportunity, I hope you are safe and happy in a foreign country." ”

Song Qingyu's blessings have always been very simple and unpretentious, but it is precisely such simple blessings that hit people's hearts the most.

After the person on the other side of the screen chatted with Song Qingyu for a few more words, Fu Wenzhou couldn't help it, and stretched out his long arm to take the phone over: "It's over, right, warn you, don't covet the beauty of the boss lady." ”

Song Qingyu supported his forehead.

What a shame, this conspicuous bag.