On the deck, Song Qingyu looked at Ruan Mingshen without any emotion: "Do you want to say, people like Fu Wenzhou won't cherish it if they get it?" Or do you want to say, he is not a long-term person, let me leave him early? ”

Ruan Mingshen smiled: "It seems that you trust him very much." ”

"I have encountered so many ups and downs along the way with him, and I know better than you what the outside world says about me and him. Mr. Ruan, do you think that now, will people's hearts change, do I still need you to tell me? ”

When Song Qingyu said this, she smiled briefly, very lightly and full of sarcasm.

"I thought you were a respectable opponent, but it seems like I'm looking away. You're in the wrong place. She looked bored.

Ruan Mingshen's hand holding the armrest of the wheelchair was slightly forced, and his eyes stared at her for a few seconds with complicated eyes, "Are you so sure that he won't change his mind?" Or to put it another way, you don't really care if he changes his mind, right? It is said that you will not live long, do you pity him, or do you really love him to be with him? ”

Yun Nian couldn't listen to it anymore, this Ruan Mingshen, why was he so shameless, couldn't he see that Sister Qingyu didn't want to pay attention to him?

He couldn't help but look at Fu Wenzhou, who usually jumped out as long as the opposite sex approached Song Qingyu, but at this time he was smoking, extremely indifferent and calm, and there was a kind of laziness that had nothing to do with himself.

Yun Nian was about to count him down, but saw him take off the cigarette butt and dust off the ashes, and his fingertips were trembling slightly.

At this moment, Song Qingyu's voice came unhurriedly.

"Ruan Mingshen, do you know why you lost?"

Ruan Mingshen: "Oh? I would like to hear about it. ”

"Because you don't know Fu Wenzhou too well, and you don't know me too well. Where did you see that I, Song Qingyu, would be the one who was with him because of pity? Song Qingyu glanced at his leg, "I think it's pitiful for Mr. Ruan that you broke your leg, but I don't look down on you from beginning to end." ”

"If I make you feel like a bully, or Fu Wenzhou makes you think that he will change his mind about me, then I can only say that you have no eyes."

Ruan Mingshen: "......"

He could see that this Song Qingyu was the same person as Fu Wenzhou.

If you look at it, you will be rewarded, and you can't suffer a loss.

He sneered, and he was not angry: "Everyone said that he Fu Wenzhou is a dog beside your Song Qingyu, and the rope is tied to your hand." He poured out his heart and lungs to you, and you dare to say that you are not with him because you pity him? ”

He looked somewhere, where a wisp of green smoke was shattered by the sea breeze.

Song Qingyu didn't seem to notice it.

She admitted without changing her face: "At the beginning, I did have a little pity, thinking that I would not live long anyway, and I fulfilled his wish." ”

Yun Nian subconsciously looked at Fu Wenzhou, and suddenly felt that he was a little pitiful.

Oops, it turns out that this man has been hot all along.

The sea breeze blew Song Qingyu's voice a little erratic, probably she was really sleepy, and even her tone became lazy, as if the person sitting opposite was not a sworn enemy, but an old friend worth talking to.

"Later, I couldn't bear him, and I wanted to go with him all the time, I was afraid that he would be lonely and boring in this world. But no matter when, I've always been with him because I love him. ”

"It was, it is, and it will be."

At the railing, Yun Nian was still working on the draft, thinking about how to comfort Fu Wenzhou, but he didn't expect Song Qingyu's words to change suddenly.

Before he could react, the man in front of him curled his fingers and flicked the cigarette butt into the sea, and then strode over.

Bang!

He punched Ruan Mingshen is punch, and he used ten percent of the force for this punch, Ruan Mingshen fell directly to the ground, and the whole person was embarrassed.

But he wasn't angry at all, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and was helped up by Ding Bo, staring at Fu Wenzhou with a faint look in his eyes.

The latter didn't give him any extra looks, and ran to Song Qingyu's side after the fight, his tall body half-squatting in front of her.

Loyal, and religious.

Ruan Mingshen instantly understood why Song Qingyu was so determined.

"Let's go, Timber." Ruan Mingshen was helped into a wheelchair by Ding Bo and left the area.

He understood that Song Qingyu was confessing to Fu Wenzhou through himself.

But he couldn't think about it himself, so he came to this experience, was used for nothing, and was punched.

There is a saying that Song Qingyu is right, he still doesn't know her well enough.

In three or two sentences, Fu Wenzhou was arrested to death.

This woman has a really deep heart.

As soon as the irrelevant people left, Song Qingyu's ears began to swell with a trace of heat.

Fortunately, half of her face was buried in a shawl, and the man couldn't see it.

But the straight look in her eyes made her have nowhere to escape.

Fu Wenzhou touched her hair, touched her face again, and finally held her hand, not saying a word, but it was very rare.

His face was tense, his thin lips were pursed, as if he had something to ask, and he seemed to be trying to restrain himself.

The smell of water after bathing is mixed with a faint smell of smoke.

got up slightly and leaned towards Song Qingyu.

"Do you smell it?"

Song Qingyu's eyelashes trembled, and he only felt that the air around him was occupied, and between his breath and breath, it was all the smell of his body.

She lifted her eyelids slightly, and her gaze fell on the man's tense jaw and thin lips.

It was the first time she felt Fu Nan's uneasiness so intuitively.

He's like a taut string that can make him feel overwhelmed with a slight pluck.

At this moment, Song Qingyu was full of distress.

She took advantage of the situation and got into his arms and sniffed deeply a few times: "It doesn't stink." Fu Wenzhou, when are we going back? ”

Fu Wenzhou stroked her hair lightly: "What's wrong?" Don't like it here? ”

"There are a lot of people, annoying." Song Qingyu has always disliked crowded places, but she has never expressed it so clearly, let alone in such an almost coquettish way.

Her tone was not too squeamish, but it was like a feather, sweeping on the tip of Fu Wenzhou's heart accurately, softening his heart.

He unconsciously lowered his voice: "Then let's go home?" ”

"Hmm." She was lazy and grabbed his hand: "You carry me." ”

Fu Wenzhou was stunned for a moment: "Huh? ”

"I don't want to leave, you carry me."

She has always been cold and self-controlled, rarely doing anything out of the ordinary, because of physical reasons, she has too many things to do, she can't afford to delay half a time, she is too tense, and wants to do everything she can and wants to do in a limited time.

From childhood to adulthood, it is impossible to have anything to do with her if she is coquettish and cheating.

She has also heard people say that only those who are favored are qualified to be spoiled.

Because someone will care, will be distressed, and will be connived.

And she was never hurt by anyone, no one spoiled her, and no one connived at her before.

But now, she has Fu Wenzhou.

She lay on the man's back, her chin resting on his shoulder, her body trembling with his movements, but it was extremely reassuring.