The little kitten was almost angry, the hair on his whole body exploded, and he pounced on Fu Wenzhou, his sharp claws exposed, and he tried his best to express his dissatisfaction.

It's a pity that the disparity in combat effectiveness is too great, and he was easily subdued by Fu Wenzhou.

One person and one cat fought at the door for a long time.

Song Qingyu came out of the shower and saw such a scene-

The cat was carried back and forth by Fu Wenzhou with one hand, and its four paws kept fluttering in the air, but it couldn't scratch the man.

Song Qingyu had a headache, and said with a smile: "Can you not always bully Congee Congee." ”

Fu Wenzhou turned his head, Fang Cai's arrogant arrogance was not there, as if he was full of grievances, he deliberately raised his arm, revealing the paw prints that were accidentally scratched red by the claws of the porridge.

The voice is particularly low: "Yuzu ......"

Song Qingyu saw the red marks on his arm, his face changed, he walked over quickly, and raised his hand with a nervous expression to observe carefully: "How did you get scratched like this?" ”

After speaking, she looked at Congee Congee with a straight face: "Congee Congee, how can you scratch people with your claws?" It's not right, punish you for not having a canned food for three days. ”

Porridge porridge: "??? ”

Fu Wenzhou sighed: "Forget it, it's not intentional, it may be that the estrus period has arrived, and the temperament is more impatient." Or maybe it's in the living room during this time. ”

Song Qingyu frowned slightly, "Well, you come over first, and I'll help you deal with the wound." ”

The corners of Fu Wenzhou's lips hooked very lightly, and he threw the cat outside as he wished.

The little kitten, who was ruthlessly locked out of the door, scratched the door a few times unwillingly.

Inside the house.

Song Qingyu pulled Fu Wenzhou to sit down on the rattan chair, took out the medicine box from the closet, half-squatted beside Fu Wenzhou, and took out iodophor to disinfect him.

In fact, there was a scratch, but when he saw some blood, Song Qingyu was still uneasy after taking the medicine and said, "No, go to the hospital." ”

Fu Wenzhou casually put down the folded cuffs slowly: "It's just a small wound, what to do in the hospital." ”

Song Qingyu frowned and said: "I went to the hospital for tetanus, I have already seen blood, so it is better to take an injection to rest assured." ”

Fu Wenzhou's thin lips pursed slightly, and his eyebrows jumped, "It's so late, it's not necessary, right?" Congee Congee has been vaccinated on time and should be ......"

"What should be?" Song Qingyu got up, took out a long windbreaker from the closet and put it on her body casually: "Get dressed, go to the hospital." ”

Fu Wenzhou: "It's so late, there should be no one in the hospital going to work." ”

"There's a doctor on call." Song Qingyu frowned and urged him: "Hurry up and change your clothes." ”

Fu Wenzhou pursed his lips and was silent, and finally could only obediently change clothes, put on shoes, and go out.

In the middle of the night, I tossed myself into the hospital and received an injection.

But when he thought that he couldn't go into the bedroom to sleep with his pomelo in the future, and he couldn't occupy his pomelo, Fu Wenzhou felt comfortable all over, and suddenly felt that this trip was very worthwhile.

Tossed until the early hours of the morning, Song Qingyu was already sleepy and fell asleep in the car.

When he arrived home, Fu Wenzhou lightly picked up the person from the co-pilot, and his movements were very light and slow, for fear of waking him up.

The moonlight was bright, illuminating the woman's delicate face, and a wisp of green silk covered her eyes, Fu Wenzhou raised his hand to pull the strand of hair behind her ear, kissed it lightly with pity, and left with a touch.

When Song Qingyu woke up the next day, her mind was confused for a while, and she had the impression that she didn't remember how she got to bed at all.

The last scene in memory stays in the car.

When he was still in a trance, he heard Fu Wenzhou's voice at the door.

"Baby, get up."

Song Qingyu rubbed her sleepy eyes, and her voice was still a little hoarse when she just woke up: "Did you bring me back last night?" ”

Fu Wenzhou leaned on the door frame, his posture was lazy, and his tone was lazy: "Could it be that you still want others to carry you back?" ”

Song Qingyu: "...... Why don't you wake me up. ”

Fu Wenzhou snorted lightly: "Where am I willing to give it." ”

Song Qingyu's eyebrows bent, she got up from the bed, and made a rare squeeze: "Take me to wash." ”

Fu Wenzhou was like a dog who had never seen meat, and immediately pounced: "Grapefruit, early in the morning, you want my life......"

Song Qingyu: "......"

There may be something really wrong with this person's brain circuits.

I just let him hug it, as for being so excited.

How did Song Qingyu know that Fu Wenzhou's heart was surging at the moment.

My sister is coquettish and kills the knife.

Fu Wenzhou bent down and picked people up, which was the kind of dad hugging and facing each other.

This posture is too ambiguous, the two bodies fit tightly, and she can feel the subtle changes in the man's body.

Song Qingyu yawned, rested her head on Fu Wenzhou's shoulder, wrapped her hands around his neck, leaned on the side of the man's ear, and whispered, "I'm going to come back later tonight." ”

Fu Wenzhou immediately frowned: "Why?" ”

Song Qingyu: "Deal with Yan Miao's matter." ”

This matter cannot be delayed, and dealing with Yan Miao one day later will hurt one more day, so it must be solved as soon as possible.

Fu Wenzhou snorted, with a slight dissatisfaction in his tone: "Ten o'clock in the curfew." ”

Song Qingyu raised her eyebrows lightly: "That's your access control." ”

Fu Wenzhou: "? ”

He pursed his lips: "What do you mean?" Only the governor is allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light lamps? ”

Song Qingyu got down from him and picked up the toothbrush that had been squeezed in advance on the sink: "Yes, do you have any opinions?" ”

Fu Wenzhou's tone didn't fluctuate: "Don't dare." ”

After washing up, Song Qingyu asked Fu Bei to check Li Yuan's whereabouts, and after arranging everything, he called Yan Miao and asked her to go to a newly opened bar in the city at nine o'clock.

Yan Miao, who received the call, thought that there was something wrong with his ears, and said in disbelief: "Qingyu, don't you like to go to bars?" The sun is coming out in the west?? ”

Song Qingyu chuckled, "Go." ”

"Of course I went!" Yan Miao said excitedly: "You ask me, of course I'm going!" ”

Song Qingyu said "um" and asked, "Did your boyfriend apologize to you?" ”

"No ......" Yan Miao's tone was a little lost: "I haven't seen him since yesterday." ”

Song Qingyu was speechless for a while.

Yan Miao opened the conversation box and couldn't help but spit bitterness: "He is always hot and cold to me, obviously he is very good to me when we are together, and he will think of me first, but once separated, I feel that he is so indifferent, I send him WeChat He often does not reply, every time I think about it, he asks me out again, and then takes care of me meticulously, he is too busy, he has to work part-time every day, I now wonder if I am too unreasonable, alas! ”

Song Qingyu didn't interject.

Yan Miao continued: "Now I have him in my mind every day, I always feel that I am asking too much, I have never been in love, Li Yuan is my first love, I really want to go down with him......"

Song Qingyu suddenly interrupted him: "Yan Miao, what if I say that he is not suitable for you and let you break up?" ”

"Huh?" Yan Miao was stunned, "Why?" ”

Song Qingyu said: "I said hypothesis. ”

"Oh." Yan Miao hesitated: "But he didn't do anything wrong, wouldn't it be good to break up unilaterally?" Or forget it. ”

When she said this, she was cautious, as if she was afraid that Song Qingyu on the other side would be angry.

Song Qingyu was indeed a little angry, she felt that the Yan family's IQ was taken up by Yan Shaoqin alone.

She sighed, knowing very well in her heart that the most effective and fastest solution was to give Yan Miao a dose of fierce medicine.

It just might hurt her.

That's why Song Qingyu wants to solve the problem as peacefully as possible and not let Yan Miao get hurt.

But now it seems that it is clearly not working.

Long pain is better than short pain, let's go according to the original plan.