Song Qingyou turned off the light and was just about to close her eyes.
In the darkness, Fu Wenzhou rested his chin on his hand, his gaze intense: "Youyou, what did you just call me?"
I've been asking all night, it's driving me crazy.
Song Qingyou silently pulled the blanket over her head: "It's nothing, let's go to sleep."
Fu Wenzhou pulled the blanket down, turned over, and knelt on either side of Song Qingyou, sandwiching her between them. He bent down and cupped her face in his hands: "Who am I to you?"
Song Qingyou replied, "Boyfriend."
Fu Wenzhou then asked, "How many months until Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou get married?"
Song Qingyou said, "Four months."
Fu Wenzhou coaxed patiently, "What will I be to you then?"
Song Qingyou said good-naturedly, "Partner."
"Anything else?" Fu Wenzhou asked impatiently.
Song Qingyou hummed in response: "My lover?"
"Wrong!" Fu Wenzhou lowered his head and kissed her rosy lips: "We are husband and wife."
Song Qingyou nodded.
Fu Wenzhou stroked her hair with his large hand, his voice especially sexy and alluring in the night: "What should husband and wife call each other?"
Song Qingyou blinked, wondering whether she should grant his wish.
Fu Wenzhou was very patient, seemingly determined not to give up until he received an answer from her.
A sly glint flashed in Song Qingyou's eyes. She smiled and said, "I'll call it a meal with someone else."
"..." Fu Wenzhou was clearly not satisfied with this answer and continued to ask unwillingly, "How is it just a group meal? Youyou, are you doing this on purpose?"
"Yes," Song Qingyou said frankly, "Fu Wenzhou, have you forgotten something?"
Fu Wenzhou frowned and asked, "What?"
Song Qingyou smiled again: "Go sleep in the guest room."
Fu Wenzhou paused, gritted his teeth and said, "It's only three days left, can't you make an exception?"
"No." Song Qingyou: "Who told you not to learn your lesson?"
Fu Wenzhou's eyes were deep, and his tone was mournful: "Sleeping in the guest room is one thing, but even the husband is restricted. Sister, you are so cruel."
Song Qingyou hesitated for two seconds: "But..."
"Kiss me, kiss me for ten minutes," Fu Wenzhou said. "Consider it compensation."
Song Qingyou glared at him: "Is that all you think about? You're not affectionate."
Fu Wenzhou pinned her arms above his head, bent down and kissed her lips: "Sister, be more proactive, otherwise next month on our wedding day, if I'm sexually frustrated and lose control, I might..."
His thin lips pressed against the two soft mounds, and a triumphant smile appeared in Fu Wenzhou's eyes.
Song Qingyou's cheeks flushed red, whether from embarrassment or annoyance, as she kissed Fu Wenzhou haphazardly.
Fu Wenzhou asked her to take the initiative, and she really didn't move at all, obediently kneeling there waiting for his fairy to kiss her on earth.
That night, Fu Wenzhou still didn't sleep on the sofa. After Song Qingyou fell asleep, he casually grabbed a blanket and curled up to sleep in the small space by her door. Just before dawn, he took the blanket and left, messing up the bed in the guest room to create the illusion that someone had slept there.
The next day, when Song Qingyou woke up, she went to find Fu Wenzhou, only to find that he was not in the kitchen, but sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a cell phone on the coffee table in front of him, which was placed vertically on a stand.
Song Qingyou was still a little groggy from just waking up. She picked up the milk that Fu Wenzhou had warmed on the dining table, took a sip, and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
Her tone carried a hint of coquettishness that she herself was unaware of. Fu Wenzhou looked at her with a smile on his face: "Meeting, overseas meeting."
Song Qingyou paused, almost walking into the video frame.
She silently withdrew her long legs, returned to her seat at the dining table, and slowly sipped her milk, her eyes asking him when he would finish.
Song Qingyou was somewhat surprised by Fu Wenzhou's sudden meeting.
After all, she had never seen her husband do anything productive all day long, and this was the first time she had ever seen him hold a proper meeting.
Song Qingyou found it quite strange.
However, she didn't want to disturb Fu Wenzhou while he was in a meeting, so she didn't respond. She walked around the dining table, deliberately avoiding the range of the phone camera, rinsed her milk cup at the sink, ladled out a bowl of porridge, and stood in the kitchen intending to drink it slowly.
But at that moment, Fu Wenzhou called out without warning, "Wife."
Song Qingyou almost spilled the hot porridge in her hand.
Fu Wenzhou pointed to his stomach and said, "Wife, I'm hungry. Can you feed me?"
Song Qingyou's eyelids twitched. She wondered what he was up to this time. She didn't need to guess to know how much of an impact his calling her "wife" had on the people on the other side of the video.
Seeing that Song Qingyou remained motionless, Fu Wenzhou began to complain: "Wife, how can you bear to let your husband go hungry? I used up a lot of energy last night, and I urgently need to replenish my energy."
Song Qingyou's face darkened further. Considering that the meeting was still going on, she didn't dare to make a sound, but questioned him with her eyes: What's wrong with you now?
Fu Wenzhou pretended not to see it, but his posture clearly indicated that he was going to say something more.
Song Qingyou was afraid of him, so she hurriedly went to the kitchen to ladle out a bowl of porridge, carefully avoiding the camera and trying her best to keep her body out of the frame.
But just as she put the bowl on the table, gesturing for Fu Wenzhou to get it himself, he suddenly turned the camera around and said with a grin, "Wife, can you hold the meeting for me? I'm hungry, I want to eat breakfast."
If looks could kill, Fu Wenzhou would have been skinned alive by Song Qingyou a thousand times over by now.
Song Qingyou saw her bewildered and foolish expression reflected on the screen, while in another scene, a dozen people sat around a long table, all suppressing their laughter and looking at her with curiosity.
Song Qingyou felt like a monkey in a zoo.
She was already internally mortified, but maintained a calm demeanor: "Good morning, everyone..."
While drinking his porridge, Fu Wenzhou pushed a document in front of her and pointed to several places on it.
Song Qingyou roughly understood what the meeting was about. After listening to the opinions of others, Song Qingyou gave a few summary suggestions.
On the other end of the screen, a blonde, blue-eyed woman began to clap and said in broken Chinese, "Are you Mr. Fu's wife? You're very beautiful, extremely beautiful!"
Song Qingyou smiled politely: "Thank you, you are very beautiful too."
Someone boldly joked, "Madam, when will you come to inspect the overseas companies?"
"Boss lady, we've all been waiting for you."
"..."
Song Qingyou blushed as they kept calling her "Madam" and "Boss Lady." She was shy, but she still answered them earnestly in the face of their enthusiasm: "I will definitely go if I have the chance. I hope you are safe and happy in this foreign land."
Song Qingyou's blessings are always simple and unpretentious, but it is precisely these simple blessings that touch people's hearts the most.
After the person on the other end of the screen chatted with Song Qingyou for a few more minutes, Fu Wenzhou couldn't hold back any longer. He stretched out his long arm and grabbed the phone, saying, "Are you never going to stop? I'm warning you, don't you dare covet the boss lady's beauty."
Song Qingyou sighed and rubbed her forehead.
How embarrassing, this conspicuous bag.
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