Fu Wenzhou's gaze had been fixed on her the whole time. When she suddenly said that, he thought he had misheard: "What did you say?"
"Fierce." Song Qingyou slapped away his hand that was holding her lower back. His fingers were long and slender, quite beautiful, but unfortunately he always liked to force himself on her.
Fu Wenzhou grabbed her hand that was covering his and pulled her up sharply. Song Qingyou was caught off guard and fell down, her lips pressed against his Adam's apple.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and Song Qingyou felt her lips go numb. She wanted to back away, but someone wouldn't let her.
This pose is too suggestive, it's like she's...
Song Qingyou turned her face away in time, but the two were too close. Her lips barely brushed against his Adam's apple and collarbone, as if she were deliberately provoking him.
Her earlobes turned slightly red, and she became angry and embarrassed, struggling more violently: "Fu Wenzhou!"
Fu Wenzhou lifted his eyelids, his voice slightly hoarse: "Don't move."
Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment, then realized something, and her previously pale face suddenly regained some color.
His eyes held a hint of disbelief.
Is this person a beast?
Fu Wenzhou's heavy breath pressed down on her, his voice low: "It's because you were naughty."
Song Qingyou was utterly astonished. She had vented her anger on her, then even had a physical reaction to her, and now she was being accused of being naughty.
She just moved around a few times while sitting on his lap!
When Song Qingyou is angry, her eyes become rounder and look much more lively.
Fu Wenzhou was very fond of her eyes. He fell in love with her at first sight when he was young, and his joy only grew over the years. He had always harbored feelings for her for a long time.
"Ahem!" Gu Bai cleared his throat, feeling that he should be under the car, not inside: "So, where are we going?"
"Yalin Villa".
"Wutong Apartment".
The two spoke at the same time, with Gu Bai exclaiming, "Oh dear, where are we going?"
Fu Wenzhou glanced at Song Qingyou with a deep look in his eyes, then pressed his tongue against his lower molars: "Wutong Apartment."
Gu Bai found it a bit strange. He had known Fu Wenzhou for twenty years and had never seen him compromise with anyone. In the past, he had been beaten by the old man for more than half a month because of his enlistment, but he still refused to agree. Yet he changed his mind so easily.
Tsk, the youngest daughter of the Song family is quite something.
Even after they arrived at Wutong Apartment, Fu Wenzhou never let go of Song Qingyou's hand.
Gu Bai was still there, and Song Qingyou really didn't want to argue with him in front of outsiders, so she patiently said, "I want to get off the bus."
Fu Wenzhou asked, "Why are you by the river tonight?"
Song Qingyou didn't expect the topic to come full circle back to itself.
She frowned slightly: "I have no obligation to report to you, do I?"
Fu Wenzhou moved his palm upwards, from the back of her spine all the way to her delicate and soft earlobe, and kneaded it with his fingertips: "Youyou, stop always saying things that hurt me."
His voice was low, with a slight upward inflection at the end, as if whispering sweet nothings, but Song Qingyou could detect a hint of anger in it.
He's unhappy.
Is he angry that she was alone by the river tonight, or does he dislike her stubborn attitude?
She raised her hand and grasped Fu Wenzhou's mischievous fingers, her voice cold: "You were the one who was following me the other day, weren't you?"
Fu Wenzhou's throat tightened, and he looked at her with deep eyes.
Song Qingyou: "You installed a GPS tracker in my car. Doesn't someone report to you everything I've done and where I've been? Tonight, Uncle Chang went back to his hometown, and the GPS tracker stopped working, yet you keep questioning me. Fu Wenzhou, I have my own life and my own things to do. I'm not your possession. Stop trying to control me."
She could turn a blind eye and pretend she didn't know before, but tonight his tone was not good at all.
It was so bad that she simply revealed the truth.
Song Qingyou didn't know what was wrong with her. When she heard him question her in a tone that left no room for discussion, she felt as if her heart was blocked by a stone, making it hard to breathe.
Moreover, she knew Fu Wenzhou too well. It was precisely because she knew him that she knew his obsession, his possessiveness, and his sinister and dark side.
This man is dangerous, mysterious, and alluring, yet he carries a deadly poison.
One wrong move and you're doomed.
She has no intention of provoking a mad dog for the time being.
Fu Wenzhou raised his eyes, his gaze cold and indifferent. His expression was calm, making it impossible to read his thoughts.
Gu Bai felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, not understanding why he had to run into such a chaotic situation.
Time passed slowly, so long that Song Qingyou thought he wouldn't speak again and was about to break free from her restraints and get out of the car.
The man spoke in a hoarse voice: "If you don't like it, I won't do these things."
Song Qingyou's body stiffened for a moment.
Fu Wenzhou's slender fingers caressed the white jade bracelet on her wrist, his tone calm and slow: "Tomorrow I will have someone remove the tracker, and I will not have anyone watching your every move."
So easy to talk to?
Song Qingyou's gaze was hesitant, as if she was trying to gauge the truthfulness of these words.
Fu Wenzhou released his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips, and feigned a gentlemanly demeanor: "It's too late, I won't see you upstairs."
Even after Song Qingyou got off him and went upstairs, she still had a surreal feeling of unreality.
When did mad dogs become so docile?
Realizing too much time had been spent thinking about Fu Wenzhou, Song Qingyou shook her head and forced herself to stop thinking about it.
She bent down, picked up Zhouzhou, and brewed herself a cup of traditional Chinese medicine.
She doesn't really like taking medicine; it's too bitter.
But recently her health has deteriorated, and she has been coughing more frequently. Her plan has not yet succeeded, and she cannot afford to give up.
Before drinking the medicine, Song Qingyou took a deep breath and gulped it down her throat. The bitter taste spread throughout her mouth, and she started to crave Fu Wenzhou's candy.
I don't know where he bought it, it's so sweet, sweet enough to dispel the bitter taste of the medicine.
Perhaps because of the medicine, Song Qingyou did not suffer from insomnia tonight.
For the first time ever, she had a dream she had never had before.
She dreamt that Fu Wenzhou, as a child, stood under a ginkgo tree. The boy was wearing a white shirt, holding her favorite roses, and smiling at her with high spirits.
"Youyou, be my girlfriend, you can't refuse!"
Song Qingyou was somewhat speechless; how could he be so domineering even in her dreams?
The young man slowly approached, the morning sun shining brightly behind him, and leaves from the ginkgo tree slid down from his handsome brows. His bent-over posture seemed as if he were about to kiss her.
Just as their lips were about to touch, the doorbell rang.
Song Qingyou suddenly woke up.
She sat on the bed, slightly out of breath, her eyes and earlobes red.
The doorbell kept ringing outside. Song Qingyou glanced at the time and realized it was already 10 o'clock.
Did she sleep for that long?
Song Qingyou casually threw on a light pink cashmere cardigan and went to open the door: "Who is it..."
"YuYu, surprise!"
She suddenly stopped speaking.
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