Song Qingyou stood at the top of the stairs, two or three steps higher than Fu Wenzhou, so she could see the man's eyes perfectly.
Fu Wenzhou's eye sockets are not deep, his eyelids are thin, his eyes are slightly upturned at the corners, and his eyelashes are very thick, like the shimmering moonlight reflected on the boundless sea. With just one glance, one can be drawn into a deep vortex.
Song Qingyou lowered her eyes to look at the food box in his hand, her eyes flickered slightly, and her heart felt a little hot.
After a long pause, he slowly spoke: "Don't disturb other people's sleep in the middle of the night in the future."
Fu Jinhan said nonchalantly, "Yeah, you didn't eat dinner. Are you hungry?"
Song Qingyou had slept until now and was indeed a little hungry. She took a step down and reached out to hold Fu Wenzhou's hand. "You need to report where you go from now on."
Fu Wenzhou's eyes and brows were full of roguish charm. He raised his eyes and said, "Youyou, do you remember what you said before?"
Song Qingyou turned to look at him, her face full of questions.
Last time?
What did she say last time?
Fu Wenzhou said, "You said we should give the other person enough space."
Song Qingyou: "...Is that so?"
"Yes." Fu Wenzhou nodded firmly: "That's what you said."
Song Qingyou choked for a moment, then said, "I'll let you know too."
Fu Wenzhou was finally satisfied and took out a bracelet from his pocket.
Song Qingyou looked down and asked, "What is this?"
Fu Wenzhou said, "It's for monitoring heart rate."
Seeing him casually put the bracelet on her wrist, Song Qingyou felt for some reason that it wasn't that simple. "Besides this, what else is it used for?"
By the time she asked the question, Fu Wenzhou had already entered his fingerprint into the lock.
"It can also locate."
Song Qingyou frowned slightly and reached out to untie it.
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow and placed his palm on the back of her fair hand: "No one but me can untie it."
After saying that, he put his arm around Song Qingyou's waist and led her to the dining table: "Eat first, otherwise it won't taste good if it gets cold."
Song Qingyou lowered her eyes, glanced at the little trinket on her wrist, and said nothing more.
The Xu family's chef really did a great job with Cantonese cuisine; Song Qingyou ate a little too much, which was unusual for her.
After she finished eating, Fu Wenzhou took the initiative to kiss Song Qingyou's lips, a gesture that was both affectionate and ingratiating.
Fu Wenzhou rubbed the Buddhist prayer beads on her wrist, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and clung to her like an antagonist: "I want you to always be in my sight, but I know that's impossible. With this bracelet, every step you take, every movement you make, the red dot on my phone will move with it, and I feel at ease watching it."
Song Qingyou reached out and poked his cheek: "Mmm."
The next day, when Song Chang opened the car door for Song Qingyou, he noticed the bracelet that had suddenly appeared on her wrist and couldn't help but ask, "Miss, when did you start liking these technological things?"
Song Qingyou got into the car, her voice flat and monotone: "Fu Wenzhou bought it."
Song Chang had seen this thing before; the CEO of Qingning had asked him to buy it for his daughter. It was said to be able to monitor heart rate and track location very accurately.
He glanced at his young lady again through the rearview mirror, a little worried about whether she knew about the location tracking function, and whether she had been tricked by Fu Wenzhou.
Song Chang thought about it for a long time and felt it was inappropriate. After hesitating for a long time, he finally tentatively asked, "Miss, do you know what functions this bracelet has?"
Song Qingyou turned a page of the document without lifting her eyelids: "Hmm."
Song Chang: "Are you sure?"
Song Qingyou lifted her eyelids: "Checking heart rate and location, what's wrong?"
Song Chang was taken aback. Wasn't his young lady the one who hated being controlled? Why would she be wearing this bracelet?
He swallowed hard, suddenly remembering that Young Master Fu had also sent people to follow her before, but Miss didn't seem to have said anything.
Song Chang felt a strange feeling, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
As he was pondering, a huge figure suddenly rushed into view. His pupils contracted sharply, and he slammed on the brakes.
With a "bang".
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