Meng Fuguang's hands were a little cold. He put them on Xie Yuzhou's ears and coaxed him like a child, "Don't listen to her nonsense. Even if you owe her brother, you don't owe her. Xie Yuzhou, you don't have to spend your whole life atoning for it."

She actually heard from Wei Ji that during the New Year, Xie Yuzhou went to the Song family's house. The old couple still had a bad attitude, mocked him, and threw away all the things he sent.

When Wei Ji talked about what happened that day, he was so angry that he wanted to curse. If Xie Yuzhou had not forbade him, Wei Ji would have gone crazy and smashed the Song family's house.

Wei Ji actually knew what happened back then, and he also saw Song Zhiyu fall with his own eyes. In Xie Yuzhou's heart, Song Zhiyu's death was like a thorn in his heart, which hurt whenever it was touched.

However, the president has been paying off his debts for so many years, and the Song family's parents have been sucking his blood. It's time to repay all the favors.

In these years, apart from Song Zhiqing, who else has been close to the president? He has been scolded so much for her, and has done so many things for her. It is time to repay all the favors.

Seeing Gou Zi's sad face, Meng Fuguang felt a little sorry for him. "She is trying to pua you. She is morally blackmailing you. Do you hear me? Ignore her. She is who she is and her brother is who she is. What do you owe her?"

"Xie Yuzhou, no one blames you, it's not your fault..."

Xie Yuzhou stared into her eyes, his lips trembling slightly.

How come it's not his fault?

If it weren't for him...

In the past, Meng Fuguang didn't want to get involved in their affairs, but now that she was dancing in front of Meng Fuguang, how could she bear it?

"Don't be so useless, Gouzi! She thinks of you as a backup!"

"If you have nothing to do with your kindness, just donate some to me. I'm poor. She has everything she wants. Why is she so pitiful? Why are you feeling guilty for running out and barking?"

"Xie Yuzhou, it's not your fault."

It wasn't Xie Yuzhou who begged Song Zhiyu to save him. In Meng Fuguang's opinion, life and death were not a big deal. If the person being saved had to carry the debt for the rest of his life, it would be better for him to die.

This was the first time someone told him that it was not his fault. After Song Zhiyu's death, Song's parents had been cursing at his bedside, and even his sister had become increasingly cold towards him.

People around him always say behind his back that if nothing had happened to the young master of the Song family...

Seeing that he was beginning to have wild thoughts again, Meng Fuguang slapped him on the head, "Dog! You've got a lot of potential!"

Meng Fuguang... Xie Yuzhou grabbed her little hand and rubbed it on his face, calling her in a hoarse voice, "Meng Fuguang, will you leave?"

How should she answer this?

Xiao Meng was slow to react, but this time she roughly understood what Xie Yuzhou meant. She had already felt the difference in Xie Yuzhou. When Xie Yuzhou was trying to please her, he became cautious and humble in front of her.

She could feel that Xie Yuzhou regarded her as very important.

Meng Fuguang didn't want to lie, nor did he have the heart to hurt him at this time.

"Xie Yuzhou..."

Meng Fuguang pulled his hand back and punched him in the chest, "I let you touch my hand! You took advantage of me?!"

Xie Yuzhou staggered when she punched him again, and once grabbed her hand, "Hit me, I want to touch you even if you hit me."

Meng Fuguang: ...

Why is Gouzi becoming more and more shameless?

Song Zhiqing was very upset when she was ignored. How could Xie Yuzhou be so disgusting? The Xie Yuzhou she wrote about was not like that at all!

"Xie Yuzhou! You are the president of Xie Group! You are the king of Yu City! What are you doing!" Song Zhiqing was being held by the bodyguards on the shoulders, but he was still able to shout out such awkward lines. Meng Fuguang felt like he was getting goosebumps.

"Stupid X, this is socialism, what king are you talking about! How dare you say that? Was your household registration issued by wholesalers?"

Xie Yuzhou: ...

He didn't even look at Song Zhiqing, and waved to have her taken away, "Send her back to the Song family, have someone look after her, don't let her come out and cause trouble again!"

That’s right!

Meng Fuguang expressed his support!

"Xie Yuzhou, you will regret this!"

Meng Fuguang scratched his ears and finally couldn't hold it anymore, "Big sister, what era are we still talking about? The thoughts are from ancient Greece and the words are from ancient Rome. It's so embarrassing that I feel like scratching a pyramid with my feet."

The bodyguard was speechless. Their wives had no serious thoughts. He couldn't stand it any more, and dragged Song Zhiqing away before Meng Fuguang could open his mouth again.

"Meng Fuguang..."

Xie Yuzhou was still holding Meng Fuguang's hand. Little Meng tried to pull it a few times but it didn't move. He was forced to look him in the eye. "What are you doing? Such gentleness, it's disgusting..."

It makes people feel a little embarrassed.

Meng Fuguang blushed as he stared at her. "If you have something to say, tell me now..."

"Meng Fuguang..." Xie Yuzhou stared at her red ears and said softly:

"It stinks. Even your hair stinks." It smells like snail noodles.

Meng Fuguang: ...

"Xie Yuzhou, you're dead!"

......

No one knows what Fu Muchen is busy with recently and he hasn't appeared recently. Meng Fuguang's scenes have been filmed for the time being, and he took Xie Yuzhou's private plane back to Yu City.

After Xie Yuzhou sent her back to Meng's house, he hurried back to the company for a meeting. Meng Fuguang entered the house alone under Meng Feng's angry gaze.

Lao Meng was very angry, but he didn't say anything. Lao Meng sat on the sofa with his arms folded, with an expression that said, "I'm very angry, come and comfort me."

"......Dad, Mom, what's wrong?"

Could it be that the old couple are angry again because I am close to Xie Yuzhou?

Lin Wanshu glared at Meng Feng, "Why are you making such a nasty face when our daughter just came back? Honey, let's just ignore him!"

"Mommy, why is my dad so angry?" Why doesn't he go to the company in broad daylight and wait for her at home?

"Let's not talk about this for now. Come, Mom has something to ask you." Lin Wanshu took Meng Fuguang's hand and walked into the bedroom. After closing the door, she took her into the cloakroom and closed the door.

"What's going on? You're so mysterious. It must be because we have money. Otherwise, you would have to dig a cellar."

"Don't be sad, tell mom the truth, you and Xie Yuzhou...you two..."

"Um?"

"You two...do you two have...that~?"

Why is her mother so shy and making faces when she speaks? Meng Fuguang scratched his head, not understanding what she meant, "What?"

"You girl! How come you don't understand?" How could she, as a mother, say this!

Meng Fuguang was even more confused. "What's wrong? What rules mean that we can't use strange and taboo words? How about you use sign language?"

Does the sign language make sense?

Lin Wanshu thought for a moment, clenched his hand into an O, and poked the finger of the other hand into the "O".

"Are you two asleep?"