Afterwards, Song Qingyu hid in Fu Wenzhou's arms, and two of the cheongsam plates were buckled, and the spring was shining.

Fu Wenzhou used his coat to cover the person firmly, and he held her until she went home, and didn't let her get down and take a step.

Song Qingyu had just experienced an affair, and she was still in such an exciting and thrilling state, she was very sleepy, she felt that her energy was exhausted, her consciousness was confused, and she seemed to feel that her body was wrapped in tenderness in a trance.

Someone was helping her take a bath, with very gentle movements, holding her head in the palm of his hand, as if he was afraid of waking her up.

Fu Wenzhou scooped the person out of the water, held it in his arms and wiped it carefully, regardless of the water stains he brought up to wet the expensive shirt, he was afraid that the action would be too big and wake people up, so he kissed the corner of Song Qingyu's lips in distress.

When she woke up the next morning, Song Qingyu's body was quite comfortable, there was no discomfort there, and someone thought that someone had helped clean it up.

She hooked the corners of her lips, put on slippers and went to the bathroom to wash, only to find that the escaping bead on her wrist was missing, and she couldn't find it after looking around, so she had to give up looking.

When he went downstairs to look for Fu Wenzhou after washing, he didn't find anyone, and Song Qingyu just wanted to call him to ask, but he heard movement at the door.

Voices of people arguing.

Song Qingyu casually found a cashmere shawl and walked out, only to find that it was an acquaintance who was not familiar.

Fu Bei stopped at the door with an indifferent face and didn't let people in, and the Fu family squeezed in.

A number of bodyguards dressed in black rushed out and drove the group out of the door.

Song Qingyu was slightly surprised when she saw that there were so many more people suddenly in her courtyard.

Where did all these people come from?

Didn't Fu Wenzhou dismiss all the people in the villa?

"What about Fu Wenzhou? Let him come out and meet us! What's the matter with hiding? ”

"That's right! I'm his cousin and an elder of the Fu family, why did you stop me at the door! ”

I don't know who saw Song Qingyu and shouted: "Miss Song, we are here today to have something very important to say to Wenzhou, what do you mean by letting people stop us at the door!" ”

"You haven't entered the door of the Fu family yet, what's the matter? Are you going to be the master of our Fu family? ”

"Hurry up and let us in! Otherwise, we will make trouble with Fu Shi and find a reporter to comment on the theory! Let the people outside see what Fu Wenzhou, a wolf-hearted dog, has done to us! ”

Song Qingyu frowned slightly, and said to Fu Bei: "Let them in." ”

"Ma'am." Fu Bei hesitated a little, but still let go, and the group of black-clothed bodyguards saw Fu Bei get out of the way, so they didn't stop anymore and stood on both sides in an orderly manner.

The two uncles who took the lead in the Fu family spat at Fu Bei and scolded: "It's just a dog, what's so crazy." ”

Song Qingyu paused, looked back at the scolding person, and a trace of coolness flashed in his eyes.

Everyone followed into the house, and Fu Bei followed closely behind, still without expression on his face.

There were seven or eight people from the Fu family, including relatives and relatives who couldn't get along, both the older and the younger.

Song Qingyu glanced at it, sat on the main seat, Fu Bei made a cup of tea and stood next to her: "Madam, drink tea." ”

Song Qingyu took a sip, put the teacup aside, and looked up at everyone: "Say, what is the matter with Fu Wenzhou." ”

"Fu Wenzhou took back all the shares in our hands, what is the difference between him and asking us to die? It didn't matter if he kicked us out of the Fu family three years ago, but now he doesn't even want to give such a little dividend, we are all his elders, is there a junior like him! ”

It was Fu Changze who spoke, and he was the oldest among these people.

"Song Qingyu, this is our Fu family's business, if you don't interfere, we will sit here and wait for Fu Wenzhou to come back!" I'm going to see what he plans to do with us. ”

"That's right! Wait for him to come back! ”

Song Qingyu rubbed her temples, very bored, making such a fuss early in the morning.

"What you said is a little wrong, this share originally belonged to Fu Wenzhou, and he could naturally take it back if he could give it back at the beginning."

Fu Chang said coldly: "Don't think that we don't know why he suddenly withdrew his shares, isn't it because we stopped at the door of the Fu family's ancestral hall and didn't allow you to enter the door of the Fu family!" This is his deliberate revenge! ”

Song Qingyu was stunned, but she didn't expect Fu Wenzhou to withdraw her shares for this reason.

"I'm here today, if Fu Wenzhou doesn't return the shares to us, then don't blame us for turning our faces and denying people, justice is at ease in the hearts of the people, he forced us into a corner, then we can only leave a way for Fu to live." Fu Chang said with a sneer.

Song Qingyu raised her eyebrows lightly: "Are you threatening me?" ”

"I'm threatening Fu Wenzhou!" Fu Chang sneered: "If you want to meddle in the affairs of our Fu family, you don't have to weigh yourself first." ”

When Song Qingyu heard this, she just lifted her eyelids, and her cold gaze swept over everyone's expressions: "If you want to die and break the net, you have to see if you are qualified." ”

"Song Qingyu, what do you mean!"

"A group of stinky fish and rotten shrimp, still want to stir up the ocean of Fu's?" Song Qingyu wiped her lower lip with a handkerchief, and her voice was faint: "I called you to come in, I want to advise you, people must be self-aware, and everything must learn to stop in moderation, otherwise I don't mind breaking out one by one those things that you can't get on the table, and when the time comes, my wife will be separated or end up in prison, but it has nothing to do with me Song Qingyu." ”

Fu Chang and the others were very angry, and one by one they came up and pointed at Song Qingyu and scolded.

Just when her patience was about to run out, someone at the door shouted: "Madam, Mr. Fu is back!" ”

Song Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and looked out of the door uncontrollably.

The black Maybach stopped in the courtyard, the car door opened, and a cool breeze blew in.

Fu Wenzhou stepped out of the driver's seat, carrying several large bags of shopping bags in both hands.

The movements are slow and methodical, without the slightest embarrassment.

From Song Qingyu's point of view, he could only vaguely see half of his figure.

Dressed in black, with a long body, he has a kind of rugged temperament.

There is a string of Buddhist beads hanging in his hand, and his fingers are slender and his bones are distinct.

Song Qingyu recognized the Buddha beads, which were the strings of escaping beads he had given him before. She said that when she got up in the morning, the Buddha beads were missing, and it was estimated that she picked up his wrist when she took a shower last night.

With a sound of "Mr. Fu is here", everyone in the room stood up and looked out of the door.

Fu Chang's heart jumped, and he felt like a catastrophe was coming, but thinking of his purpose today, he didn't dare to show his cowardice on the surface.

Looking at each other through the door, his facial features were not real.

Song Qingyu's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, she couldn't help the itching in her throat, and her red lips closed slightly: "Do you have anything else to say?" ”

The timing of her words was so abrupt that the eyes of the crowd turned back to the house.

Song Qingyu's white fingertips stroked the handkerchief: "If you have nothing to say, please leave my house, otherwise I can only ask my assistant to kick you out, after all, dogs who like to bark are not very welcome in our family." ”

Fu Changze's face changed abruptly, and he said angrily: "Who do you say is a dog?!" ”

Song Qingyu looked out of the courtyard with a pair of cold eyes, and the man gradually approached.

In the early morning, the sun was just right, and the man stepped on the light, and Fu Nan next to him handed over an angry lion cane and called out respectfully: "Little Mr. Fu." ”

Song Qingyu pinched the fingertips of the handkerchief tightly, and a faint and demure smile hung on her face: "You might as well go back and think about my words, after all, if I can send Song Yuan to prison, I can naturally send you in." ”