Snowflakes danced in the air, and the north wind howled in my ears.
Fu Wenzhou wrapped Song Qingyou tightly in his black coat, and the kiss didn't last long.
It was too cold outside, so Fu Wenzhou carefully held her in his arms, his nose touching hers: "Youyou, let's go home."
"Okay." Song Qingyou responded softly, then turned back and called out towards the car, "Uncle Chang, Fu Bei and Fu Nan, let's go home!"
Fu Wenzhou and Song Qingyou walked ahead, while Song Chang, Fu Nan, and Fu Bei followed behind, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
Song Qingyou's earlobes were red from the cold, and Fu Wenzhou tenderly tied the scarf he had brought with him around her neck: "Is everything resolved?"
Song Qingyou sniffed and said softly, "It's resolved."
Fu Wenzhou didn't ask any questions, he simply put his arm around the person and led them inside.
The New Year's Eve dinner had been prepared long ago. Fu Wenzhou personally cooked several of Song Qingyou's favorite dishes, fearing that she wouldn't be used to the food made by the servants.
Song Qingyou said to Song Chang and Fu Nan and Fu Bei, who came in from behind, "Let's eat together."
Fu Nan and Fu Bei exchanged a glance, and were about to refuse when they were threatened by their boss's look. They silently stepped forward, pulled out chairs, and sat down together.
Song Chang always spent every year with Song Qingyou, so they weren't strangers and naturally wouldn't refuse.
After the New Year's Eve dinner, around 10 p.m., the villa gradually became lively.
First, Yan Miao and Yan Shaoqin came over with gifts. Song Qingyou hadn't seen Yan Miao for a while, and she was very happy to see her: "Miaomiao, Yan Shao, what brings you here?"
Fu Wenzhou was clearly surprised by Yan Shaoqin's arrival. He raised his eyebrows and looked wary: "What are you doing here?"
Yan Shaoqin got angry just looking at the couple, especially Fu Wenzhou's attitude. He snorted coldly, resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and walked past them as if no one else was there.
Yan Miao, standing behind him, explained with a grin, "I've come to wish you a Happy New Year and keep watch at the same time. Gu Bai and Liang Muchuan will be here soon."
She leaned close to Song Qingyou's ear and said mysteriously, "My brother and his friends usually go to Liang Muchuan's house to play mahjong every New Year's Eve, but this year your Fu Wenzhou has a leg problem, so everyone decided to just come to your house instead."
Song Qingyou was taken aback: "Every year?"
As Yan Miao walked, she said, "That's right, but Mr. Fu always leaves early every year. You can't find him until just after 11 o'clock."
Song Qingyou touched her earlobe uncomfortably. She thought she probably knew why Fu Wenzhou would disappear by 11 o'clock every year at the gathering.
Yan Miao put down her things and excitedly hugged Song Qingyou: "Qingyou, I missed you so much!"
Normally, her brother wouldn't bring her to gatherings, but as soon as she heard it was Song Qingyou's house, Yan Miao immediately insisted on coming. Her brother couldn't refuse her, so he brought her along.
Song Qingyou chuckled, just as she raised her hands to hug back, an arm suddenly appeared in front of her, forcefully blocking the two of them.
Fu Wenzhou squeezed in, shielding Song Qingyou behind him, and said lazily, "She's mine."
Yan Miao: "???"
The latter continued casually: "Keep your distance."
Yan Miao: "..."
She twitched her lips and glanced silently at Song Qingyou, hoping she could stand up for her.
Song Qingyou had a faint smile in her eyes, and didn't seem to intend to make the decision for herself.
Yan Miao pouted, quite jealous. Qingyou used to always side with her!
She really wanted to curse Fu Wenzhou, but she was too timid and cowardly, so she only dared to curse him in her heart before angrily running off to find her brother.
Song Qingyou said helplessly, "Why are you jealous of everyone?"
Fu Wenzhou cupped her face and kissed it hard, making a loud thud: "I don't care, you're mine, no one else can touch you."
Song Qingyou wiped her face with a handkerchief, a gesture that immediately displeased Fu Wenzhou.
The man's voice was deep and muffled. "You're complaining about me again."
Song Qingyou casually took a candy from the cabinet in the entryway, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into his mouth, coaxing him like a child: "Is it sweet?"
"Sweet." Fu Wenzhou smacked his lips twice, but still felt that it wasn't as sweet as Youyou's.
Thinking of this, he felt a surge of anger rising within him. He wondered who had come up with the crazy idea of keeping watch at his house. He had originally planned to spend New Year's Eve in bed with Youyou, and he had even prepared the condoms and tools, but now it was all ruined.
Fu Wenzhou had a stern face, as if someone owed him eight million, but he could tell that Youyou seemed quite happy. He didn't want to spoil her mood, so he refrained from kicking her out.
In fact, Song Qingyou believed that Fu Wenzhou must enjoy having gatherings with his friends every year, and she naturally welcomed Fu Wenzhou's friends.
The doorbell rang, and Liang Muchuan, Xu Zezhan, and Gu Bai arrived together. Unlike Yan Shaoqin, these three were not polite and came empty-handed.
Gu Bai, beaming with joy, immediately gave Fu Wenzhou a bear hug: "What's so good about your legs, little one?"
Fu Wenzhou pushed him away in disgust: "The doctor said it will take another half month."
"Damn it!" Gu Bai cursed, "It's been this long!"
Fu Wenzhou glanced at him sideways, his gaze cool: "Don't swear in front of my girlfriend."
Gu Bai: "?"
He gave Xu Zezhan and Liang Muchuan, who were taking off their shoes, a look that said, "Are you alright?" and said, "Listen to him, is he even speaking human language?"
Xu Zezhan chuckled and said, "Stop joking around, let's get this mahjong started. Tonight I have to get that piece of land in the northern suburbs that Wenzhou won from me last year back."
Gu Bai rubbed his hands together: "That's true. Where's the table? Let's set it up."
Liang Muchuan leaned against the wall, not in a hurry to speak, his eyes leisurely.
There were firecrackers going off outside. Fu Wenzhou asked, "Aren't Guan Nan and Jiang Zhiyuan coming?"
Gu Bai said, "They've organized another party, saying they're going to drink until they drop tonight. Do you think they're all like us, coming all this way to keep you company, you injured person?"
It was cold outside, so Xu Zezhan reached out and closed the door. His WeChat pinged, and he opened it without thinking.
It's a picture posted by Shen Guannan.
The woman's back view; the background appears to be a bar.
Shen Guannan quickly sent a second WeChat message.
"Isn't this Fu Wenzhou's aunt?"
Xu Zezhan paused, thinking that Shen Guannan had sent the wrong photo, but upon closer inspection, although the figure in the photo was blurry, it did indeed resemble Song Qingyou somewhat.
But isn't Song Qingyou right here?
He looked up at Song Qingyou, who was talking to Yan Miao, his brows furrowed deeply.
Could it be... a ghost?
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