"Fu Wenzhou, did a dog chew your hair?!"
A scream shattered the previously harmonious atmosphere in the room.
Fu Wenzhou's temples throbbed with veins, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes held a menacing air.
Unaware of anything amiss, Yun Nian walked over and reached out to touch his hair, mercilessly mocking, "Hahaha, who cut this for you? It's hilarious!"
If it weren't for Fu Wenzhou's facial features, this hairstyle would be a disaster!
Song Qingyou's lips twitched: "I cut it."
Yun Nian's grin gradually faded, and she said awkwardly, "It has a unique charm, it's very unconventional and individualistic, and most importantly, it's a good match for him."
Fu Wenzhou shoved away his outstretched hand, his eyes like knives: "If you can't speak properly, then shut up. If you have bad eyesight, go get it treated. Don't shit your ass in front of me."
Yun Nian paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "How was I supposed to know it was Miss Song who cut it?"
Fu Wenzhou sneered twice, turned to look at Song Qingyou, and coaxed her in a low voice, "Youyou, don't listen to his nonsense. You cut it very well. I like it very much."
Song Qingyou covered her mouth and coughed twice, too embarrassed to expose him for believing that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
"I will improve my skills next time."
Yun Nian exclaimed in surprise, "You're planning to mess with his hair?"
“I’m happy to be messed with.” Fu Wenzhou shot him a dagger and threatened, “It’s none of your business.”
Yun Nian remained silent.
Isn't this simply a case of one party willing to hit and the other willing to be hit?
He strongly suspected that Fu Wenzhou had the potential to be a submissive.
Yun Nian had doubts, but she dared not say them.
Song Qingyou tugged at Fu Wenzhou, "You apply the medicine first, I'll go out and call Uncle Chang."
"Okay," Fu Wenzhou replied, then added reluctantly, "Then don't fight for too long."
Song Qingyou smiled and said, "Let's talk about company matters. It won't take long. You should apply the medicine obediently."
Is there a reward for applying the medicine obediently?
"Stop thinking about the reward all the time," Song Qingyou said reproachfully.
Fu Wenzhou shamelessly said, "I'll reward you with a kiss."
Yun Nian: "..."
His eye twitched, and he chuckled, "Gentlemen, don't treat monks like they're not human."
Fu Wenzhou glanced at him coldly: "A monk who was expelled from his sect?"
Yun Nian was so angry she almost jumped up, pointing at Fu Wenzhou and shouting, "That's a personal attack, a magical attack!"
Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Song Qingyou's eyelids twitched, and she immediately walked out.
With the door closed, it's much quieter now.
She went up to the rooftop and found a secluded corner before calling Song Chang.
Song Chang quickly replied, "Miss, as you instructed, I have already gone to see Song Yuan, but he still refuses to sign the equity transfer agreement and insists on seeing you."
Song Qingyou frowned slightly, her voice indifferent: "Well, let's talk about the signing when I get back. How's the company doing lately?"
Song Chang said, "Don't worry, everything is fine."
Song Qingyou: "Where's Zhouzhou? Does she eat her cat food on time every day?"
Song Chang smiled and said, "I have them all, but it refuses to leave with me. I can only feed it cat food on time every day. Zhouzhou must miss you guys. It's been depressed these past few days."
Song Qingyou's face stung from the cold wind, and she walked a little further inside: "I'll be back in another month."
"Miss, you and Mr. Fu must be careful over there. I heard there's been war going on there recently. It would be better if you could come back as soon as possible."
"I know, Uncle Chang, you don't need to worry."
After hanging up the phone, Song Qingyou breathed a sigh of relief. When she returned to her room, Fu Wenzhou's medicine had not yet been applied.
No matter how many times she had seen them before, Song Qingyou still felt a sharp pain in her heart when she faced Fu Wenzhou's wounds again.
If she could, she would rather take his pain instead.
Fu Wenzhou was covered in cold sweat, but when he looked up at Song Qingyou, his eyes were full of tenderness: "Youyou, turn around and don't look."
Song Qingyou turned her face away, forcibly suppressing the stinging in her eyes, and stood silently by Fu Wenzhou's side as he finished applying the medicine.
After the torture ended, Yun Nian left with the medicine bottle.
Song Qingyou stepped forward and gently wiped Fu Wenzhou's sweat with a handkerchief.
Fu Wenzhou grasped her slender white wrist, a roguish smile playing on his lips: "Why are you shaking? It's not like you won't get better."
Song Qingyou's fingertips trembled slightly, and she looked at Fu Wenzhou with a deep gaze: "Yes, it will be alright."
Fu Wenzhou opened his arms and said, "Sister, can I have a hug?"
Song Qingyou stopped crying and smiled, slowly reaching out to put her arms around his waist and back.
This was a hug that I dared not give too much force.
But they could hear each other's heartbeats clearly.
“Sister, even our heartbeats are the same.” Fu Wenzhou’s voice was deep and husky, and a low laugh escaped from his nose: “We are indeed a perfect match.”
Song Qingyou's eyebrows curved slightly: "Mm."
The sky in Country Y gets dark very early.
Looking up, the sky is filled with stars, like the Milky Way traversing the deep and vast sky.
The off-road vehicle sped through the wilderness, kicking up clouds of flying sand.
As the view ahead gradually opened up, Song Qingyou stepped on the brakes and made a sharp turn, stopping about five or six meters away from the high cliff.
She got out of the car and went around to the other side, wanting to help Fu Wenzhou.
Fu Wenzhou smiled helplessly yet affectionately: "Youyou, I'm not disabled."
Song Qingyou glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense."
In the darkness, only the stars illuminated the sky. Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou held hands and leaned against the hood of the car, quietly gazing at the sky over Country Y.
Just like others have said, the nights in Country Y are indeed beautiful.
Song Qingyou felt that this was the closest she had ever been to the stars.
She raised her hand and made a loose grasp, as if she could hold a star in her palm.
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