Before nine o'clock, amidst the endless stream of vehicles on the asphalt road, a silver Maserati with a license plate starting with "京A" stood out the most.
Fu Wenzhou sat in the car with the window open, letting the cool wind blow in, and urged in a hoarse voice, "Fu Nan, drive faster."
Fu Nan sped up after receiving the instructions, but in the city center, many intersections had speed limits, so Fu Nan couldn't go much faster even if he wanted to.
Just as Fu Nan was about to step on the gas, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him. He slammed on the brakes and stopped at the intersection.
Fu Wenzhou leaned forward slightly due to inertia, his straight nose hitting the seat in front of him, and his brows furrowed instantly.
Fu Nan, gripping the steering wheel, turned around and said, "Young Master Fu, someone is blocking the road ahead."
Fu Wenzhou looked displeased. He was dressed in black, tall and slender, with a pair of dark, star-like eyes that radiated a cold and indifferent light.
"Go take a look." The man opened his mouth slightly, and his WeChat pinged. He glanced down at it, and his icy indifference vanished without a trace. The corners of his lips unconsciously curved up, and his eyes revealed a hint of tenderness.
Fu Wenzhou immediately made a phone call back.
"Missing me?"
While processing the documents, Song Qingyou chuckled and said, "Weren't you hanging out with Gu Bai and the others at the bar? Why is it so quiet around here?"
Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly: "The meeting ended a long time ago. I'm on the road now and I've run into some trouble. I might be a little late getting home."
Hearing him say it was troublesome, Song Qingyou frowned slightly: "What happened? Did you get rear-ended?"
"No," Fu Wenzhou said in a low voice, "Someone stopped the car, and Fu Nan went to check. Don't worry."
Song Qingyou closed the file and asked suspiciously, "Who would stop a car on the main road for no reason? Be careful, should I go over there?"
Fu Wenzhou couldn't help but chuckle: "Sister, do you really treat me like a child?"
His voice was deep and languid, with a rising tone at the end, as if he were teasing or mocking.
It has a nonchalant air about it.
Song Qingyou is a fan of voices, and she has to admit that such a magnetic voice whispering in someone's ear is really captivating.
Sometimes, when Song Qingyou was in the mood in bed, she would ask Fu Wenzhou to call her "sister".
Song Qingyou would often reach her peak with each call of "sister".
Thinking of some inappropriate images, Song Qingyou's ears felt slightly hot, and she involuntarily raised her hand to touch her ears to cool them down. "Well, then...you should come back soon."
Fu Wenzhou stared at the phone that had been hastily hung up, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes reluctant to leave the screen.
Two seconds later, he put his phone away, his face turned cold again, and he pushed open the car door and got out.
Fu Nan happened to be leading his people over.
"Mr. Fu, this person says he has something very important to discuss with you."
Xu Qingran walked around from behind Fu Nan to the front, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her palms sweating. Although she was very scared, she still mustered up her courage and said, "Mr...Mr. Fu, do you still remember me?"
Fu Wenzhou squinted lazily, his probing gaze meeting Xu Qingran's eyes: "Forgot."
He didn't want to waste time here, so he gave Fu Nan a look and turned to get into the car.
Xu Qingran was a little anxious and reached out to block the car door: "Mr. Fu, I am Xu Qingran. We met at the bar before. Your friend said that I look a bit like your wife. Have you really forgotten?"
Fu Wenzhou had indeed forgotten, but now that she reminded him, he remembered it.
A few sneers escaped his chest, his gaze arrogant: "Go back and take a piss and look at yourself."
Xu Qingran blushed at his rude humiliation, but stubbornly refused to move aside: "I didn't mean anything by it, I just hope you'll remember me. I have something here, could you help me give it to your wife?"
As Xu Qingran spoke, she rummaged through her bag and quickly took out a jade pendant, handing it to Fu Wenzhou: "I went to the Song family to see Miss Song, but she refused to see me. I waited for you at Nightshade for many days before finally finding you. Please, can you do me this favor?"
Fu Wenzhou stood with his hands in his pockets, his posture casual, and his tone indifferent: "If you don't move aside, I'll have someone drive a car over you."
The other party spoke harshly but remained nonchalant, as if it were as casual as discussing what to eat for dinner.
Xu Qingran was startled, her gaze blank for a moment. Before she could react, the man shoved her away with such force that she staggered several steps, and the jade pendant in her hand fell to the ground.
Xu Qingran quickly squatted down to pick up the jade pendant and carefully wiped away the dirt and dust that had gotten on it.
When she looked up again, the man had already gotten into the car.
Fu Nan's tone turned slightly cold: "Please move aside."
Xu Qingran, carrying a backpack, her eyes wet with tears, clutched the jade pendant in her hands and silently made way for her.
Fu Wenzhou was indifferent to other people's tears and ruthlessly rolled up the car window.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Back home, Fu Wenzhou strode upstairs, searching everywhere for Song Qingyou.
In the study, Song Qingyou was looking through documents on the computer screen: "Hmm, the revenue this quarter is not bad. I hope everyone will keep up the good work. It's so late and I'm still holding a meeting with everyone. Overtime pay will be tripled, and you will get an extra half-day off on Friday as compensation."
Everyone on the screen was all smiles, clapping and praising President Song for his generosity.
Song Qingyou smiled and said, "Let's call it a day. Everyone, please get some rest."
After ending the video conference, Song Qingyou looked up at the tall, long-legged man at the door and said, "Come here."
Fu Wenzhou walked over.
Song Qingyou beckoned to him with her finger, and Fu Wenzhou bent down and leaned his head closer.
Song Qingyou rubbed the wolf's tail hard a few times; it felt nice to the touch. She nodded with satisfaction: "So good."
Fu Wenzhou picked up Song Qingyou and sat down in a chair, placing her face-to-face on his lap, his large hands encircling her slender waist.
He really liked this position.
Song Qingyou was almost used to being hugged by him, and her fingertips traced the blue diamond on his ear: "Did you run into any trouble on the way?"
“Someone stopped my car, it was Xu Qingran.” Fu Wenzhou paused halfway through his sentence to observe Song Qingyou’s expression. Seeing that she didn’t seem angry, he dared to continue, “I had forgotten about this person. She came up and stopped my car, saying she needed my help and had something to ask me to give you.”
Song Qingyou's eyes betrayed no emotion: "Oh, did you bring it?"
Fu Wenzhou shook his head: "She went to the Song family to find you, but you didn't see her, which means you didn't want to see her or the things she sent. Besides, she was too annoying. When she came close to me, I just pushed her aside."
Song Qingyou raised her beautiful eyes slightly, a faint smile appearing on her lips, "Fu Wenzhou, your male virtues are quite good."
Fu Wenzhou said seriously, "That's natural, after all... I'm afraid of my wife."
Song Qingyou was taken aback for a moment, then raised an eyebrow slightly: "It seems I misunderstood my husband at the bar last time."
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