The wind rustled outside.
Fu Wenzhou kissed her eyelids gently and tenderly: "You have a home, a home for you and me, and a home for Zhouzhou."
Song Qingyou was suddenly stunned, her nose stinging with tears.
Why is it that this man always manages to hit the nail on the head so accurately?
She didn't say anything, but he knew what he truly wanted, what he feared losing, and what he had always longed for.
That night, Song Qingyou nestled quietly in Fu Wenzhou's arms and slept soundly.
When Song Qingyou woke up the next day, she felt more relaxed than ever before. Song Yuan's words from the day before had settled in her heart and could no longer stir any ripples.
Regardless of whether his words were true or false, Song Qingyou had no intention of searching for Song Ning and the truth.
If it's fake, she's already avenged herself.
If it's true, then she hopes that Song Ning can live a happy and fulfilling life after escaping.
Since Song Ning has chosen to leave, it means she no longer wants to have anything to do with the Song family.
Why should she bother them?
From now on, she only needs to manage her own little family with Fu Wenzhou.
Thinking of this, Song Qingyou's lips curled into a faint smile, not obvious and fleeting.
But Fu Wenzhou, who had just pushed the door open, still noticed her. The man quickly walked inside and curiously clung to her, asking, "Youyou, are you going to work today too?"
"Hmm." Song Qingyou pushed him away: "Go away, I need to get dressed."
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow in displeasure, bent down to lift Song Qingyou out of the quilt, placed her on his lap, and kissed her face to face.
It's the end of March, and the weather has gotten cooler again after yesterday's heavy rain.
But the room was very warm, and he was holding her in his arms, so Song Qingyou didn't feel cold.
Song Qingyou gently stroked his rather long wolf tail, like petting a dog, and asked softly, "Who upset you?"
Fu Wenzhou looked at her intently: "I don't want you to go to work."
Upon hearing this, Song Qingyou smiled and said, "Once the Song family is on the right track, please help me hire a professional team."
Fu Wenzhou's eyes lit up: "Really?"
Song Qingyou nodded: "Do you want me to swear an oath?"
"No," Fu Wenzhou grumbled. "I want a kiss from my wife."
Song Qingyou was both amused and exasperated. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Okay."
Then, feeling a little embarrassed, he added, "Kiss."
No sooner had she finished speaking than the man's kiss surged forth, filled with intense possessiveness, plundering her mouth wantonly.
When the kiss ended, both of them were panting.
Song Qingyou's lips were red from the kiss. She reached out and rubbed them, giving him a reproachful look: "What if our colleagues see this?"
Fu Wenzhou laughed nonchalantly: "So what if you see it? It's good that everyone knows you're taken."
Song Qingyou glared at him, got off Fu Wenzhou, and went to wash up.
Fu Wenzhou followed behind. His leg was still slightly hunched, which was more noticeable when he wasn't holding a cane.
Song Qingyou went wherever he went, and Zhouzhou had somehow sneaked in. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, kept circling around Song Qingyou and followed her all the way down to the living room.
After Song Qingyou finished breakfast, she had to leave, but Fu Wenzhou clung to her and kissed her for a long time before letting her go.
After closing the door, Fu Wenzhou washed the dishes and tidied up the house. Now, most of his wounds had healed, and he could treat the injury on his leg himself.
Yun Nian arrived when the medicine was halfway administered.
He carried a package on his back and held his master's urn in his hands, looking at Fu Wenzhou: "Where's Sister Youyou?"
After much effort, he finally persuaded the Great Demon King to agree to the title.
Fu Wenzhou didn't even bother to lift his eyelids: "Go to work."
Yun Nian said "Oh," and then added, "I've come to say goodbye. I'm going to my master's hometown to fulfill his last wish: to let him return to his roots. Oh, and by the way—"
He handed over a small box and placed it on the table next to Fu Wenzhou: "I'll probably be away for about a month. This is Sister Youyou's medicine for the next month. I'll be back when it's due."
Fu Wenzhou frowned: "When are you leaving?"
“Now,” Yun Nian said casually.
Fu Wenzhou gave a lazy "hmm" and said, "I'll find someone to follow you; he'll protect your safety."
"Who is it?" Yun Nian asked like a curious child. "Could it be Fu Bei?"
Fu Wenzhou glanced at him and said, "Fu Kang, you should call him Uncle Kang."
Yun Nian had no objection to the arrangement: "Okay."
He stared at Fu Wenzhou for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Why do all your bodyguards have your surname? Don't they have their own names?"
The man's eyes and brows naturally exuded a coldness, but now they held a hint of nonchalance: "Are you curious?"
Yun Niankuang nodded.
Fu Wenzhou waved to him, and Yun Nian immediately ran over, turning his right cheek toward Fu Wenzhou as if listening attentively.
Fu Wenzhou leaned back in the wooden chair, a roguish smile slowly curving his lips. He reached out and patted Yun Nian's cheek: "I'm not telling you."
Yun Nian: "..."
Someone tell him, why is Fu Wenzhou so annoying?!
His cheeks puffed out in anger, like a pufferfish, and he glared fiercely at Fu Wenzhou. "Hmph! I don't want to know at all!"
Fu Wenzhou rolled up his trouser legs, his eyelids drooping lazily, his expression relaxed and indifferent. He walked over to the sulking Yun Nian, grabbed him by the back of his collar, and dragged him out like a chick.
"Fu Wenzhou! I'm going to tell Sister Youyou that you've bullied me again!" Yun Nian struggled wildly.
Fu Wenzhou ignored him, checked the time, and looked up just as a car was driving by.
A middle-aged man who looked to be around fifty years old came down from inside. He was very tall, with a three-centimeter scar on his brow bone, and his eyes were as black as a deep pool, looking unfathomable.
Yun Nian subconsciously took two steps back; this uncle looked so fierce!
Fu Kang glanced at Yun Nian, then looked at Fu Wenzhou and respectfully greeted him, "Young Master Fu."
"Hmm." Fu Wenzhou responded indifferently, opened the car door, shoved Yun Nian inside, and locked the car window without waiting for Yun Nian's resistance: "Stay put."
"How's the matter going?" Fu Wenzhou asked in a cold voice, his casual expression vanishing.
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