She reached out and ruffled Fu Wenzhou's hair, like petting a dog, her movements full of affection.
Fu Wenzhou rested his chin on Song Qingyou's shoulder, took a deep breath of her scent, and was overjoyed: "Well, Song Yuan is dead, so be it. It has nothing to do with us."
Song Qingyou: "That's true, but it seems the body hasn't been found."
Fu Wenzhou snorted, "Of course you can't find it, there are so many stray dogs in the mass grave..."
"Fu Wenzhou!" Song Qingyou jumped up from him and shouted angrily, "You still dare to say it wasn't you? I never said anything about Song Yuan's body being thrown into a mass grave! I only said there was a prison riot. How did you know he was thrown into a mass grave and eaten by wild dogs? You're lying to me!"
Fu Wenzhou was dumbfounded: "…………"
He finds city life too complicated and wants to go back to the countryside.
Fu Wenzhou, feeling guilty, didn't dare look at her and chuckled awkwardly before saying, "You told me, didn't you..."
Song Qingyou sneered: "I didn't say that."
"You said it," Fu Wenzhou affirmed.
Song Qingyou put one hand on her hip and pointed at him with the other: "Say one more word!"
Fu Wenzhou immediately cowered, his previous feigned composure vanishing. He fawned over Song Qingyou, clinging to her waist and looking up at her: "I was wrong, Youyou. I saw the CCTV footage of you meeting him in prison. He said those things about you, and I was very angry, so..."
He didn't dare to say anything more. Explaining after the deed was done would be futile. Fu Wenzhou could only hope that Song Qingyou wouldn't be angry, or at least not angry.
Getting angry too much is bad for her health.
He kept it from her because he was afraid of upsetting her, but Song Yuan had to die. Even if Fu Wenzhou were given another chance, he would still choose to deal with Song Yuan.
He would just be more thorough and take care of Luo Mingyu, the troublemaker, as well.
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