While waiting for Fu Wenzhou, Song Qingyou looked at the spokesperson's information.

Clearly, having learned from the previous experience, the artists selected this time were much more cautious than before.

Their private lives have been completely exposed.

As long as she doesn't evade taxes, the probability of her career collapsing is not high. As long as the celebrity's career doesn't collapse, it won't affect the interests of her company.

The information consisted entirely of model young people.

However, some slipped through the net.

A boy with delicate features, single eyelids, a straight nose, and thin lips, looked like a college student and had a likable appearance.

Song Qingyou glanced at the profile again. Hmm, not bad. Graduated from a prestigious university, acted in several dramas, and has a good reputation among the general public. But when she scrolled down, she saw a patch of flesh-colored skin.

She was stunned for a moment.

In the photo, the boy is standing on the beach, his white shirt is wet with water, and he is taking off his shirt halfway, just about to fall off, revealing his beautiful abs and faint V-line.

I don't know which employee accidentally posted this photo.

As she was thinking this, the office door opened.

Fu Wenzhou leaned against the door, withdrawing his hand from knocking. "President Song, may we leave now?"

As soon as he arrived, Song Qingyou would habitually put down whatever she was doing.

She closed the tablet and stood up, making a rare joke, "President Song can leave now."

Fu Wenzhou chuckled and quickly stepped forward: "Then I'll serve President Song as he leaves work."

He took her tablet from her and then helped her put on her coat.

He then took her hand, a pleased smile playing on his lips: "Let's go."

Song Qingyou curled her lips into a smile, leaned lazily against him, and enjoyed his embrace.

Back home, Fu Wenzhou habitually went to Yun Nian's place to check on the progress of the treatment, while Song Qingyou went to the study, leaving her tablet and other items casually on the coffee table in the living room.

When Fu Wenzhou returned from Yun Nian's place, he heard from the maid that she was busy, so he didn't bother her.

He took an apple from the refrigerator, went to the coffee table to peel it, and offered it to Song Qingyou. However, he accidentally bumped into the tablet, and then, by accident, the screen recognized his face and turned on.

A photo of a naked man appeared on the tablet.

Fu Wenzhou's initially good mood was instantly tinged with gloom.

He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the man in the photo with a critical eye, then secretly compared his own physique to the image, thinking pettily.

Hmph, not as good-looking as his abs.

But why would Youyou secretly look at another man's abs behind his back?

Song Qingyou had no idea what was happening downstairs while she was busy. After she finished, it was already late.

She took a shower and lay in bed, planning to read for a while before going to sleep.

Fu Wenzhou then came in from outside.

She glanced at him, about to speak, but the man went to the bathroom without any expression.

She paused for a moment, but didn't think much of it.

In the bathroom, Fu Wenzhou's face fell as soon as he entered.

He just came in and Yoyo acted like she didn't see him?

He took a shower with a cold expression, looked at his body in the mirror, and frowned slightly.

Is it because you've been looking at it for too long and gotten tired of it?

Song Qingyou gently turned a page of the book, then heard the sound of water stop, and then the man came out.

She didn't look up, but simply moved her body to the side to make room for him.

A few seconds later, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why is there no movement?

She looked up from the book, and her pupils contracted slightly.

Under the dim light, the man emerged wearing only a bath towel.

His eight-pack abs and V-line were infinitely more attractive than the body of the pretty boy she had seen on the tablet today.

His short hair was still dripping wet, falling drop by drop.

Sexy and alluring.

But she only glanced at it before subtly looking away.

When a man is promiscuous, she's bound to be the one who suffers.

The thought of Fu Wenzhou's actions in bed made her afraid to look any longer.

Abs may look good, but you have to be alive to see them.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world; all unexpected benefits come at a price.

She understood this principle well.

But her reaction was like a bolt from the blue to Fu Wenzhou.

Has Yoyo really lost interest in him?

He reluctantly climbed onto the bed, bringing his head close to hers and kissing her chin and neck repeatedly. "Youyou, your husband is all dressed up like this, how can you still be in the mood to read?"

Song Qingyou thought to herself, "Just as I expected."

She hurriedly pushed his face away, saying, "Stop fooling around, go dry your hair before you go to bed."

Fu Wenzhou moved away slightly, staring at her with a deep, unsettling gaze.

Song Qingyou felt uneasy under his gaze. She put down her book, pulled the blanket over her head, and went to sleep, saying, "It's getting late, let's go to sleep."

Fu Wenzhou: "..."

...

late at night.

Nighttime Bar.

Inside the private room, Fu Wenzhou kept drinking, one glass of wine after another.

There were only a few people in the private room; they were just a few acquaintances he had temporarily brought along.

Gu Bai and Liang Muchuan exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

How long has it been since Fu Wenzhou and Song Qingyou got together?

What's going on today? Is the sun rising in the west?

Liang Muchuan was the first to lean over and pour Fu Wenzhou a glass of wine. Suppressing his gossip-loving fire, he asked with feigned concern, "Old Fu, what happened? Did you have a fight with Miss Song?"

"No." Fu Wenzhou thought, it was even more serious than arguing.

His daughter, Youyou, is disgusted with him.

Thinking about it, he downed another glass of wine, exhaled a soft breath, and asked, "Do you think I'm not charming enough anymore?"

Otherwise, why would Yoyo be able to sleep without batting an eye when he stripped naked to seduce her?

He'd heard of the seven-year itch, but how long had he and Youyou been together?

Is this the time when it starts to "itch"?

As soon as he said that, Liang Muchuan spat out all the wine he had just drunk!

He quickly pulled out a tissue to wipe the few drops of wine that Fu Wenzhou had accidentally spilled, and said sincerely, "Come on, come on, come downstairs with me for a while. I guarantee that once you're down there, countless men and women will want to throw themselves at you. If you, Mr. Fu, don't have any charm, then no other man should live."

Gu Bai immediately saw the reason and leaned back on the sofa with a smile, "Why would he worry about not being charming? He's probably being disliked by Miss Song in his family."

Liang Muchuan looked at Fu Wenzhou: "Really?"

Fu Wenzhou kicked the table and glared at Gu Bai: "You don't know anything."

He actually took Liang Muchuan's advice and went downstairs to the dance floor. Although he didn't look good when he came back, he felt much better.

Since it's not that he lacks charm, then the problem lies with his girlfriend, Youyou.

Could it be that he's too clingy, and it's annoying her?

Gu Bai and Liang Muchuan were giving him advice with great seriousness, but Fu Wenzhou didn't want others to talk about his relationship with Song Qingyou, so he changed the subject.

"Why is it just you? Where is Xu Zezhan?"

Liang Muchuan also said, "Yes, I haven't seen him for quite a while. What has he been busy with lately?"