Upon hearing this, Fu Wenzhou raised his glass to him from afar and said, "Keep it up."

He couldn't even be bothered to ask who dumped him. As long as Yan Shaoqin didn't have designs on his Youyou, it was none of his business if Yan Shaoqin dated a sow.

At eight o'clock, Fu Wenzhou received a message from the driver informing him that Song Qingyou was going home.

He stood up abruptly and said, "I'm leaving."

In the past few days, in order to put Youyou at ease while preparing, he made various excuses to stay outside, and even his phone calls and text messages were carefully sent, for fear of disturbing her.

Seeing him just abandon a bunch of people like that, Liang Muchuan, who organized the gathering, was dumbfounded.

What kind of person is this? They asked him to organize the gathering, and then abandoned them halfway through and left on their own?

If it weren't for Fu Wenzhou, he would have died countless times over.

Fu Wenzhou returned home first, washed off the smell of alcohol, and came out just as Song Qingyou entered the house.

He had already brewed the medicinal tea that Yun Nian had specially prepared for her, and got up to welcome her in.

Seeing the weariness in her eyes, I felt a pang of heartache.

"Why are you so late?" he complained, patting her head and then her hand, as if he were checking her for some precious treasure, afraid that she might be hurt somewhere.

Song Qingyou was already used to his little habits, letting him check her over and looking at him with a smile on her lips.

Although she was physically tired, she was very excited.

She gazed at the man's handsome face and asked softly, "Fu Wenzhou, what are your plans for tomorrow?"

Fu Wenzhou's throat tightened, but he asked calmly, "There's nothing special planned. What's wrong?"

In fact, he canceled all his schedules for tomorrow.

Not only tomorrow, but also the day after tomorrow, and even the following week, he has freed up his time.