Three watches in the middle of the night, almost dawn.

Fu Wenzhou just came back from outside, it was just summer, and it was still cool at night, he didn't dare to go in to wake her up, for fear that his body would freeze her, so he went to the bathroom of the guest room.

Song Qingyu didn't lock the door, there was a small gap between the door frame and the door, and she could vaguely hear the sound of draining water from inside, in fact, she woke up when she went upstairs from the poisonous Fu Wenzhou, and the darkness around her was infinitely amplified.

Song Qingyu listened to the sound of the water, nestled in the soft quilt, and gradually fell asleep.

When Fu Wenzhou came out of the cold shower, he saw a small lump wrapped in the quilt.

She has a habit of sleeping and always likes to sink her head into the quilt.

He told her more than once that it was bad for her brain, but she couldn't remember.

The mouth says it's good, but in fact it doesn't listen at all.

Fu Wenzhou wiped his wet hair, walked to the side of the bed, and gently pulled the quilt down.

He rolled his throat and sat on the edge of the bed with his eyes fixed on her for a moment.

'Buzz'

The phone vibrated and someone sent a text message.

Fu Wenzhou didn't rush to look, but turned over the quilt and lay down on Song Qingyu's side.

The indoor temperature gradually warmed up, and Song Qingyu covered the quilt with a little heat, so she lifted the thin quilt a little, revealing a pair of white and slender calves.

She is delicate and beautiful all over her body, and her skin is even more delicate and white, as white as jade.

Fu Wenzhou held her ankle and stared at her jade feet.

I don't understand why someone would look so good even with a pair of feet.

Song Qingyu's sleep was too shallow, and although Fu Wenzhou's movements were already very light, she still woke up.

Song Qingyu was already sleeping unsteadily, her ankles moved, and she opened her eyes immediately.

Fu Wenzhou was caught by her, and he was not weak-hearted, with a decent gentleman's demeanor on his face, as if he was not the one who took advantage of others when they were asleep.

"Awake?" The man's voice was particularly low in the night, and his palm was shackled around the thin white ankle, without any intention of letting go.

Song Qingyu struggled for a while and didn't break free, so he gave up and let him hold it.

She yawned and asked softly, "How's it going?" Has Song Ning arrived? ”

Fu Wenzhou made a move, and Song Qingyu felt that the temperature on the surface of the skin was rising, and couldn't help frowning: "What's wrong?"

Fu Wenzhou let go of his ankle, hugged the person into his arms, buried his head in Song Qingyu's shoulder socket, and said in a muffled voice: "Not long after you left, Song Ning arrived at the hospital, signed the consent form for surgery, and then ......"

"What happened after that?" Song Qingyu asked.

Fu Wenzhou took a deep breath: "After that, she was emotional, fell to the ground, spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, and fainted. It was sent to the rescue, and then the rescue failed, and the person died. ”

Song Ning's death was so sudden that Fu Wenzhou even had some inexplicable illusions.

How can someone spit out a mouthful of blood, and the person will be gone directly?

But he only felt strange, and he didn't feel anything else.

is a little worried about his pomelo, no matter what Song Ning is, she is always Song Qingyu's biological mother, if she knows that Song Ning is angry with herself, what if she scolds him.

Fu Wenzhou didn't dare to say it directly, so he had to avoid the important and light.

He thought very well, and felt that his words were seamless, but Song Qingyu asked in the next sentence: "You are angry and vomit blood."

Fu Wenzhou: "?"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he said in his heart Sure enough, his pomelo loves him very much, otherwise how could he know him so well.

Fu Wenzhou was a little proud, but he didn't dare to expose his little caution at this time, so he coughed a few times and said, "She is approaching, and it may have little to do with me."