The moonlight was hazy, and the shadows of the trees swayed gently.
On the bus.
Fu Wenzhou put his arm around Song Qingyou's slender waist, raised an eyebrow and asked, "What did you say to that old man from the Xu family?"
Song Qingyou glanced at him sideways, a smile in her eyes: "You want to know?"
"Hmm." Fu Wenzhou rubbed his palm, kneading the soft flesh, finding it quite pleasant to the touch.
Song Qingyou's lips curled into a smile: "It's a secret."
Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows and mischievously applied some pressure to Song Qingyou's waist with his large hand. Song Qingyou instinctively tried to dodge but couldn't. She said softly, "It tickles, stop pinching."
Fu Wenzhou still didn't let go, but he reduced the force a lot, and started to knead and play with it carefully again, just like before.
“Old Master Xu is not easy to fool, yet you managed to persuade him.” Fu Wenzhou asked in a low voice, “Why did you help Xu Zezhan?”
Song Qingyou said, "Isn't he your friend?"
"Hmm?" Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes, his voice becoming deeper.
Song Qingyou turned to look at him: "He's your friend, so he's also my friend? It's just friends helping each other out, it's nothing serious. Besides, this is also an opportunity to get on good terms with Grandpa Xu. If there's a chance to cooperate with Yunrui in the future, Grandpa Xu will definitely give us some face."
Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple bobbed, and he straightened his back: "Youyou, did you help him because of me?"
Song Qingyou: "Hmm, what's wrong?"
Fu Wenzhou pulled Song Qingyou into his arms, as if he wanted to meld her into his body, and said in a low, husky voice, "Youyou, I knew Xu Zezhan was nothing to you. Sure enough, you helped him because you love him. Youyou, you're so good to me, I love you so much."
Song Qingyou was unusually silent, unsure of what to say for a moment.
She gently patted Fu Wenzhou's back, her smile somewhat helpless: "Fu Wenzhou, how can you be jealous of your own brother?"
Fu Wenzhou sneered: "Liang Muchuan is also my brother. Isn't he just eyeing you? Damn it, you're so nice to me, how can I not be careful?"
"Okay, okay, I'll keep an eye on him." Song Qingyou couldn't do anything with him, so she simply coaxed him to come.
Fu Wenzhou was pleased with himself, and the smile on his face couldn't be taken off. He pressed his advantage and said, "Youyou, can I go back to my room to sleep tonight?"
Song Qingyou's expression changed, and she struggled out of his arms. "No."
Fu Wenzhou immediately deflated, "But..."
"No buts, no means no." Song Qingyou said decisively.
Fu Nan, who was driving in front, glanced at the rearview mirror and struggled to hold back his laughter.
As they passed a dessert shop, Fu Wenzhou suddenly said, "Stop the car."
Song Qingyou asked, "What's wrong?"
Fu Wenzhou kissed Song Qingyou's eyelids: "Be a good girl and wait for me in the car."
After saying that, he turned to Fu Nan and said, "Stop by the roadside."
"Understood, Mr. Fu." The person in front replied respectfully, slowly parking the car at the intersection.
Song Qingyou, with her shawl draped over her shoulders, her jet-black hair pressing down on her dark blue cheongsam, her pale hand blocking the slowly rising car window.
Fortunately, the driver noticed in time and pressed the stop button, otherwise those fair and delicate hands would have been disfigured today.
Fu Wenzhou frowned almost imperceptibly, his gaze sharp and his expression tense: "Why are you blocking the glass? What if your hand gets caught in it!"
Song Qingyou coughed lightly a few times, her curled eyelashes fogged up with moisture from the cough: "Seeing you... don't want to be separated by glass."
Her eyes were clear and bright, with a slightly curled shape; they were very beautiful.
When she focuses intently on someone, she exudes an irresistible charm.
Fu Wenzhou stared at those eyes, somewhat lost in thought, yet a sense of pleasure gradually rose within him as she spoke.
"You can't just use your hand to block it, what if you get hurt?"
Song Qingyou fiddled with the beaded bracelet on her wrist, a smile appearing in her eyes: "It's alright."
The only sound around was the rustling of the beads.
A cool breeze brushed against her face. Song Qingyou urged him to hurry up, and after Fu Wenzhou had walked away, she began to cough lightly.
The sick and weak willow tree cannot withstand even the slightest wind or cold.
Song Qingyou slowly lifted her eyelids: "Fu Nan."
The car was silent. Song Qingyou smelled that intoxicatingly cool tobacco scent again. At first, it was light and aloof, but after a while, it became lingering and intoxicating.
She had overexerted herself today, and now she had a moment to catch her breath, clutching her chest and quietly trying to catch her breath.
The interior space is actually quite large, and there is a considerable distance between me and Fu Nan in the front row.
Fu Nan turned around and felt that his wife's aura was too strong, making her hard to ignore. She was aloof and unapproachable.
I wonder what method Mr. Fu used to pluck this sacred snow lotus from the iceberg and bring it into the mortal world.
Song Qingyou sat there with her eyes slightly closed, exuding a lazy and aloof aura, her fingertips casually twirling the secluded pearl.
Song Qingyou wiped her lips with a handkerchief, smiling, "You're all by Fu Wenzhou's side, so who did he have escort Yun Nian?"
"cough!"
It wasn't Song Qingyou who was coughing, but Fu Nan.
His casual words sent a chill down Fu Nan's spine.
Why did you suddenly ask about this, Madam?
What does she mean?
Why ask him this question? Is he going to answer or not?
To speak out would be to betray CEO Fu, but to remain silent would offend Madam, which would be even more serious than betraying CEO Fu!
After some thought and weighing of the options, Fu Nan finally said in a deep voice, "It's Uncle Kang, whose full name is Fu Kang. He's the young master's right-hand man. It was thanks to Uncle Kang that we were able to recover the Fu family. When the young master was fighting in underground boxing matches abroad, it was Uncle Kang who secretly protected him. It was also Uncle Kang who had people in prison beat your father to death and dump him in a mass grave. This has nothing to do with me, Madam. It was all done by the young master and Uncle Kang. Fu Bei and I only found out about it later."
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