Song Qingyu's breathing was slightly panting, her voice gradually hoarse, and in the end, she had no strength to struggle anymore.

Fu Wenzhou tasted it lightly, but he felt that it was not enough, and when he wanted to go deeper, a cat behind him barked a few times dissatisfiedly.

Song Qingyu's blurred pupils gradually focused, and the thoughts that were submerged in the sea of desire slowly returned, her cheeks burned red, and her original pale face was gone.

She stretched out her hand to push away Fu Wenzhou's body, which still wanted to go further, and said with a low breath, "...... first Eat first. ”

Fu Wenzhou let go of her very obediently this time, and his voice was low: "Hungry?" ”

Song Qingyu wasn't hungry, but in this situation, she had to be hungry even if she wasn't hungry: "Hmm." ”

Fu Wenzhou didn't move anymore when he heard this, and picked her up and went downstairs.

Porridge followed closely behind, meowing and meowing, Fu Wenzhou kicked it lightly: "It's not yours to call again."

The hair on Congee's whole body exploded, and he looked like he was ready to attack Fu Wenzhou.

Fu Wenzhou said "hey": "Yuyu, see it, it's betrayed."

Song Qingyu's breathing was about to be even, she glanced at him, and beckoned to Congee Congee: "Let me go."

Fu Wenzhou took a few steps and put the person on the chair and sat down, and he followed a few steps after walking a few steps.

The little cat opened its teeth and claws, and in a blink of an eye, it rushed in front of Song Qingyu, and the hair on its back was smoothed back, and it immediately changed its attitude.

Fu Wenzhou couldn't get used to its dog-legged appearance, snorted coldly, and went to the chef to serve Song Qingyu rice.

Song Qingyu reached out and touched the head of the porridge, and the little cat looked comfortable and let the owner fiddle with it.

Fu Wenzhou came out of the kitchen, put the dishes and chopsticks in front of Song Qingyu, and went back to the kitchen, and when he came out again, he had a few more disinfectant tissues in his hand.

The man squatted in front of Song Qingyu and said in a low voice, "Stretch out your hand."

Song Qingyu hadn't touched it enough, and couldn't help but stroke it a few times, the cat's fur was very soft and felt very good.

Fu Wenzhou grabbed the messy white wrist and carefully wiped it with a disinfectant tissue.

Song Qingyu propped up her arms and looked at him: "I'm about to be taken care of by you and become a waste."

Fu Wenzhou hooked his lips and smiled lowly: "My pomelo has been too bitter in the first twenty years, so I want her to live in favor for the rest of my life."

Song Qingyu's eyebrows were bent, and she raised her hand to rub Fu Wenzhou's black hair.

The feel is actually harder than that of a cat, but Song Qingyu feels that it is just right.

Fu Wenzhou is tall, squatting next to him, tall and tall, like a large dog sticking to his master's side.

Song Qingyu touched his ears along the ends of his hair, and pinched the blue studs on the earlobes with his fingertips: "Replace this."

Fu Wenzhou was stunned, these earrings were Song Ning's "relics" back then.

Now things have changed, and everything is not the same as before.

The meaning of this stud earring is also different.

Fu Wenzhou was silent.

Song Qingyu simply raised his hand to help him pick it personally: "Change it, I'll pick it for you personally."

The corners of Fu Wenzhou's lips hooked up a ruffian: "Cheng, I can't ask for it."

Song Qingyu was used to his poor mouth, so he didn't talk about him, and said in a low voice: "I want to set up a charity."

"Huh?"

Song Qingyu pursed her lips: "I think it's worth it to exchange these studs for a healthy body for the children."

Fu Wenzhou paused, and pinched Song Qingyu's jaw with his big palm: "Song Xiaoyu, it's worth the money."

Song Qingyu finally smiled: "Then you go and get it."

"Done." Fu Wenzhou has always taken Song Qingyu's words as a holy decree: "I'll get it."