The kitten was furious; its fur stood on end, and it lunged at Fu Wenzhou, its sharp claws bared, expressing its displeasure with all its might.
Unfortunately, the difference in combat strength was too great, and he was easily subdued by Fu Wenzhou.
A person and a cat fought at the door for half a day.
This is the scene that Song Qingyou saw when she came out of the shower—
The cat was being held by the scruff of its neck and swung back and forth by Fu Wenzhou with one hand. Its four paws kept flailing in the air, but it just couldn't scratch the man.
Song Qingyou felt a headache coming on and said, both amused and exasperated, "Can you please stop bullying Zhouzhou all the time?"
Fu Wenzhou turned his head, his previous arrogance gone, as if he was full of grievances. He deliberately raised his arm, revealing the claw marks that had been accidentally scratched red by Zhouzhou's claws.
The voice was particularly deep: "Youyou..."
When Song Qingyou saw the red scratches on his arm, her expression changed. She quickly walked over and nervously lifted his hand to examine it closely: "How did you get scratched like this?"
After saying that, she put on a stern face and looked at Zhouzhou: "Zhouzhou, how could you scratch people with your claws? That's wrong. You're being punished by not eating canned food for three days."
Zhouzhou: "???"
Fu Wenzhou sighed: "Never mind, it didn't do it on purpose. It's probably just in heat and acting impatiently. Maybe we should keep it in the living room for now."
Song Qingyou frowned slightly. "Okay, come here first, I'll help you treat your wound."
Fu Wenzhou's lips curled slightly as he tossed the cat outside, just as he had hoped.
The kitten, cruelly locked out, scratched at the door a few times in frustration.
inside the house.
Song Qingyou pulled Fu Wenzhou to sit down on the rattan chair, took out a first-aid kit from the wardrobe, half-squatted next to Fu Wenzhou, and took out iodine to disinfect him.
It was just a scratch, but it bled a little. After applying the medicine, Song Qingyou still said worriedly, "No, we need to go to the hospital."
Fu Wenzhou casually lowered the folded cuff: "It's just a small wound, why go to the hospital?"
Song Qingyou frowned and said, "Go to the hospital for a tetanus shot. Since there's already blood, it'll be better to get an injection to be on the safe side."
Fu Wenzhou pursed his thin lips slightly, his brow twitching slightly. "It's so late, isn't it unnecessary? Zhouzhou has been getting her vaccinations on time, she should..."
"What do you mean 'should'?" Song Qingyou got up, took a long trench coat from the closet and casually put it on: "Get dressed, let's go to the hospital."
Fu Wenzhou: "It's so late, there shouldn't be anyone working at the hospital."
“There’s a doctor on duty.” Song Qingyou frowned and urged him, “Hurry up and change your clothes.”
Fu Wenzhou pursed his lips and remained silent. In the end, he could only obediently change his clothes, put on his shoes, and go out.
In the middle of the night, I ended up in the hospital and even had to get an injection.
But the thought that Zhouzhou wouldn't be able to come into the bedroom to sleep with his Youyou anymore, and wouldn't be able to monopolize his Youyou, made Fu Wenzhou feel completely relieved, and he immediately felt that this trip was very worthwhile.
After all that running around until the early hours of the morning, Song Qingyou was so tired that she fell asleep in the car.
When they arrived home, Fu Wenzhou gently lifted the person out of the passenger seat, moving very slowly and carefully, as if afraid of waking them.
The bright moonlight illuminated the woman's delicate face. A strand of hair obscured her eyes. Fu Wenzhou raised his hand and tucked that strand of hair behind her ear, tenderly kissing it lightly before pulling away.
When Song Qingyou woke up the next day, her mind was still foggy for a while. She had no recollection of how she got into bed.
The last scene in my memory is in the car.
While I was still in a daze, I heard Fu Wenzhou's voice coming from the doorway.
"Honey, wake up."
Song Qingyou rubbed her sleepy eyes, her voice still a little hoarse from just waking up: "Did you carry me back last night?"
Fu Wenzhou leaned against the doorframe, his posture languid, and spoke in a lazy tone: "You don't expect someone else to carry you back, do you?"
Song Qingyou: "...Why didn't you wake me up?"
Fu Wenzhou scoffed, "How could I bear to?"
Song Qingyou's eyes crinkled as she climbed out of bed, unusually acting coquettishly: "Carry me to wash up."
Fu Wenzhou, as if he'd never seen meat before, immediately pounced on her: "Youyou, this early in the morning, are you trying to kill me..."
Song Qingyou: "..."
This person's thought process might really be a bit off.
She just let him hug her for a bit, why did she get so worked up?
Song Qingyou had no idea of the surging emotions in Fu Wenzhou's heart at that moment.
The older sister's coquettishness can be a deadly weapon.
Fu Wenzhou bent down and picked the person up in his arms, the kind of fatherly hug, face to face.
The position was too intimate; their bodies were pressed tightly together, and she could feel every subtle change in the man's body.
Song Qingyou yawned, rested her head on Fu Wenzhou's shoulder, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, "You'll be back a little late tonight."
Fu Wenzhou immediately frowned: "Why?"
Song Qingyou: "Deal with Yan Miao's matter."
This matter is urgent; every day we delay dealing with Yan Miao means another day of harm, so it must be resolved as soon as possible.
Fu Wenzhou snorted, a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice: "Current curfew is 10 PM."
Song Qingyou raised an eyebrow slightly: "That's your access control."
Fu Wenzhou: "?"
He pursed his lips: "What do you mean? Is it a case of 'the magistrate is allowed to set fires, but the common people are forbidden to even light lamps'?"
Song Qingyou got off him and picked up the toothbrush that had been squeezed out of her mouth on the sink: "Yes, do you have a problem with that?"
Fu Wenzhou's tone was flat: "I wouldn't dare."
After washing up, Song Qingyou asked Fu Bei to check Li Yuan's whereabouts. After arranging everything, she called Yan Miao and asked her to go to a newly opened bar in the city at nine o'clock.
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