The phrase "I was almost insulted" sent a chill down Song Qingyou's spine.
She subconsciously looked the man up and down, her eyes filled with obvious disbelief.
Who has the audacity to insult Fu Wenzhou?
Fu Wenzhou was stung by her gaze, feeling both annoyed and amused. He pinched her soft waist with a fierce look, seemingly ruthless but actually using only a little force, like tickling her: "Baby, what kind of look is that!"
Song Qingyou reserved her opinion on this. She reached out and put the documents on the table aside. He had rushed in too hastily, and she had only read half of the documents in her hand. He had interrupted her, and she couldn't continue reading them.
Seeing her indifferent expression, Fu Wenzhou reluctantly pinched her chin and turned her face towards him. This man, who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, looked aggrieved. "Don't you care about me at all? Don't you like me anymore?"
Song Qingyou was immediately at a loss for words: "What are you talking about? Stop messing around."
"You're so cold," the man accused.
Song Qingyou paused for a moment, "You said I was cold while you were hugging and kissing me?"
Fu Wenzhou chuckled, unable to keep up the act any longer. He took her hand tightly, stroking it gently as if holding a rare treasure.
The thought of the person he cherished being schemed against right under his nose sent a glint of bloodlust into his eyes. He lowered his head and gently pecked at her soft fingertips. "I'm unhappy. You have to coax me."
Song Qingyou cupped his face and kissed him on the forehead. "Don't be angry, okay, Mr. Fu?"
It wasn't anything sweet or romantic, but when Fu Wenzhou heard it, he gave her a worthless smile, his anger subsided, and he buried his face in her neck like a big dog.
Song Qingyou instinctively hugged him, her hand stroking the man's not-so-soft hair, and asked helplessly, "What are you doing?"
Fu Wenzhou leaned close to her ear and chuckled softly, "I'm hungry."
Upon hearing this, Song Qingyou was about to get up, saying, "I'll have my assistant order food and have it delivered."
As soon as she finished speaking, she was met with merciless ridicule from the man, "But what I want to eat is not food."
“What is that…” Song Qingyou stopped abruptly.
Fu Wenzhou didn't hear a response for a while. When he looked up, he found that his darling was staring at him, her slender fingers clutching the hem of his clothes, her eyes filled with a somewhat confused look.
This was quite different from her usual aloof demeanor.
At this moment, she looked at him softly like a lost kitten. In an instant, Fu Wenzhou felt his heart swell with emotion, and his eyes were filled with tenderness.
When he spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse: "Still looking? If you look again, I'll eat you up."
He spoke threatening words, but his eyes were full of tenderness and care, as if she were a fragile doll that needed him to scold her carefully at all times.
Song Qingyou loosened his clothes, her fingertips tracing his eyebrows, gently tracing his features.
The tenderness in the man's eyes was like a tidal wave, as if it could drown you.
She was never one to wallow in self-pity, but at this moment a thought inexplicably popped into her head: what would he do if Yun Nian's new drug wasn't developed and her condition couldn't be cured?
She used to think death wasn't scary, and she's not afraid of death now either, but she's afraid that after she dies, the man who has her in his heart and eyes won't be able to bear the blow.
She took the initiative to kiss the man's lips, but the next second, he took the initiative instead.
The atmosphere gradually became more lively.
Song Qingyou felt a stinging pain on her neck, and opened her swollen lips, letting out a few suppressed breaths.
As Fu Wenzhou's lips parted, he left behind blooming red plum blossoms on her fair, jade-like neck.
Upon seeing them, his heart warmed, and he couldn't help but gently kiss the red plum blossoms.
Song Qingyou's eyes instantly reddened.
Such a gentle kiss was even more alluring; she felt as if an electric shock was passing through her body, and even her fingertips felt a clear tingling sensation.
“Fu Wenzhou…” she murmured softly.
Their breaths mingled, their skin pressed together, and for a moment they couldn't tell whose heart was beating faster or whose body was hotter.
She called his name intermittently, and his response was both incredibly gentle and domineeringly aggressive.
A drop of sweat landed on Song Qingyou's brow, burning hot.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but the flickering lights in front of her gradually calmed down. She was so tired that she couldn't even keep her eyes open, and all she wanted to do was fall into a deep sleep.
The man's husky, sexy voice, tinged with passion, whispered in her ear: "Sweetie, take a shower before you sleep."
Song Qingyou buried her face in the pillow, ignoring it.
It was rare to see her acting so coquettishly and stubbornly. Fu Wenzhou felt a warmth in his heart and couldn't bear to disturb her, so he brought her hot water and carefully wiped her body, hoping that she could sleep more comfortably with a clean body.
...
Song Qingyou was immediately awakened when her phone rang.
She was a light sleeper, and when she reached for her phone, she saw Fu Wenzhou sleeping next to her.
She turned off the sound, glanced at the caller ID, and very quietly slipped out of the man's arms, going to the outer room.
"Jiang Xun".
On the other end of the phone, Jiang Xun said, "I'm coming to your company now. I have something important to tell you. Are you at the company right now?"
"I am here."
"Okay, I'll be there soon."
Jiang Xun said he would be there soon, and he really was there soon.
She arrived in less than ten minutes.
Song Qingyou had changed into clean clothes, but her hair was not tied up and was casually draped over her shoulders.
When Jiang Xun pushed open the door, he saw her leaning lazily on the sofa, his eyes filled with undisguised amazement.
No matter how many times she saw it, she still felt that Song Qingyou's appearance was simply Nuwa's most outstanding masterpiece.
Hearing the sound, the person on the sofa looked up...
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
