Song Qingyou felt as if a fire had been stirred up in her heart, and the fire burned brighter and brighter, almost threatening to engulf her.
By the time she realized what was happening, she had already lowered her head and kissed the man's heart through the thin fabric.
Fu Wenzhou's heart skipped a beat: "Youyou..."
Song Qingyou blushed and gave him another kiss.
Then she said something else that stunned Fu Wenzhou.
Even after he got home, he remained in a state of complete mental emptiness.
After getting out of the car, Fu Nan walked over cautiously and asked, "Mr. Fu, can I not go to Jiang City?"
Fu Wenzhou nodded unconsciously: "Okay."
Fu Nan left happily.
Sure enough, whenever I need help, I just ask Miss Song for help; it always works.
Fu Wenzhou stared blankly at his departing figure. In fact, he wasn't looking at Fu Nan; his gaze was simply wandering aimlessly, looking at something random.
Song Qingyou followed his gaze and realized that Fu Nan had also had a tough time.
She had to do the work, but also take care of Fu Wenzhou's feelings.
Let's go.
She led the man into the house, and he was like a puppet on strings, giving the impression that she could control him however she wanted.
Song Qingyou remained silent.
There was a hint of awkwardness on his face.
Once inside the living room, she tried to let go of the man's hand.
Fu Wenzhou suddenly grabbed her hand and pinned her against the door.
"Youyou," his voice was extremely hoarse, "what did you just say?"
Song Qingyou pursed her lips. "She didn't say anything."
"You said it!" Fu Wenzhou's dark eyes sparkled, and his breathing quickened. "You just said you love me, and I heard you."
Those burning gazes made Song Qingyou feel like she had nowhere to escape.
Every nerve in my body felt numb.
Her fingertips, hanging at her sides, trembled unconsciously.
Fu Wenzhou carefully kissed her, his voice trembling as he coaxed, "Youyou, baby, can you say it again? Just say it one more time."
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