Back at Yalin Villa.
Fu Wenzhou was still in a state of detachment.
Song Qingyou pushed open the door and turned to look at him: "What are you thinking about?"
Fu Wenzhou followed Song Qingyou in and said thoughtfully, "I'm wondering which of the two is the bottom one."
"Cough!" Song Qingyou coughed suddenly.
Fu Wenzhou was startled. He hurriedly went to pat Song Qingyou's back, gently soothing her with his large hands: "Why are you coughing again?"
Song Qingyou slightly raised her beautiful eyes, her eyelashes misty: "I choked on it."
Fu Wenzhou asked worriedly, "How could you choke?"
Song Qingyou sighed helplessly and reached out to poke Fu Wenzhou's straight nose: "Can't you put something serious in your head? Stop thinking about all this nonsense all day long."
"What's wrong with my brain? Why do you always find fault with me?" Fu Wenzhou was somewhat unconvinced, but more so aggrieved: "Do you think all you love is my face?"
Song Qingyou said expressionlessly, "What else? Can I still love your missing brainstem?"
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
He accused her in shock, his eyes glistening with tears: "I never imagined that Youyou was such a shallow person. I always thought you liked my talent, but I never imagined you were just after my looks."
Song Qingyou: "..." Please, go get your brain fixed.
She really didn't want to deal with this lunatic, so she simply changed the subject: "I'm hungry."
This tactic worked; Fu Wenzhou immediately stopped rambling and asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
Song Qingyou asked, "I want to eat the dumplings you make."
Fu Wenzhou frowned slightly: "We're out of flour at home."
Song Qingyou was just saying it casually. Although she is a picky eater, she doesn't necessarily have to eat a certain type of food.
After thinking for a moment, she said, "Then let's have salt-baked shrimp. Didn't you just buy shrimp this morning?"
"Mm," Fu Wenzhou replied.
Song Qingyou wiped her lips with a handkerchief. "I'm going upstairs for a video conference. Call me when you're ready."
"good."
Song Qingyou turned around and went upstairs to the study.
Today's meeting lasted quite a long time, but strangely, she didn't hear Fu Wenzhou call her name at all during the meeting.
Song Qingyou closed her laptop, put on her slippers, and went downstairs, only to find the living room empty.
She frowned almost imperceptibly and walked into the kitchen.
I found a bowl of shrimp and egg custard in the insulated box.
There was also a sticky note on it:
Yoyo, have some of this to tide you over, I'll be right back.
Song Qingyou picked up the steamed egg custard and slowly scooped a spoonful into her mouth.
She sat down on the rattan chair and texted Fu Wenzhou, asking him where he was.
A "ding-dong" sound.
Song Qingyou turned her head to look at the coffee table.
Fu Wenzhou's cell phone lay there conspicuously.
Song Qingyou's brows furrowed even deeper.
Where have you been? Why didn't you take your phone with you?
Song Qingyou found a blanket and draped it over herself, then yawned, feeling a little sleepy from waiting.
After a while, he leaned back in the rattan chair and closed his eyes.
The door was suddenly opened.
Almost the instant the door opened, Song Qingyou heard familiar footsteps and slowly opened her eyes.
Fu Wenzhou walked up to Song Qingyou, put down the bag of flour he was carrying, bent down and picked her up with one hand: "Why are you sleeping here?"
Song Qingyou hugged Fu Wenzhou's neck and nestled close, burying her face in his shoulder as usual: "I didn't sleep, I just rested for a while. Why didn't you take your phone with you when you went out?"
Fu Wenzhou ran his fingers through her hair, instantly feeling a soft touch. He chuckled and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to eat dumplings? I went to the supermarket to buy flour, but I forgot to bring it in my rush."
Song Qingyou looked up and saw a bag of flour and a pile of loose change on the table.
A thought flickered in my mind: "We can eat it tomorrow..."
Fu Wenzhou carried her to the sofa, letting Song Qingyou sit facing him on his lap. He cupped her face and kissed her on the lips: "If you want to eat, we'll eat today. Why postpone it until tomorrow?"
"But it's a hassle, and it's getting late, so I have to make a special trip to the supermarket..."
“It’s no trouble at all,” Fu Wenzhou said. “I really enjoy doing these things, and I like anything related to you.”
He truly felt that way. Being with Song Qingyou, living in the same space, and breathing the same air—just thinking about it was enough to excite him.
And all Youyou wanted to eat was dumplings.
How could it be troublesome?
Fu Wenzhou actually hoped that Song Qingyou could make more demands of him, so that his life would be more interesting and hopeful.
Song Qingyou raised her eyes and couldn't help but smile: "Then I'll go with you."
Fu Wenzhou played with the hair by her ear: "No, what if you choke on the flour?"
Song Qingyou said helplessly, "I'm not that weak..."
The medicine Yun Nian gave her was quite effective; she clearly felt that the burden on her heart was not as severe as before during this period.
Fu Wenzhou still refused: "Just wait patiently."
He picked up Song Qingyou and placed her beside him, then picked up the flour from the table and went to the kitchen to get busy.
Fu Wenzhou was quick and efficient, and he finished very fast.
Song Qingyou sat cross-legged on the sofa, propping her head up as she watched the busy figures in the kitchen.
My heart is filled with happiness, a dense, sweet feeling that keeps spreading.
She wanted to possess Fu Wenzhou, and she also wanted to be possessed by him.
After finishing the dumplings, Fu Wenzhou went to wash the dishes. Song Qingyou tiptoed to his side, stood by the sink, and put her hands behind her back like a well-behaved student.
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