Fu Wenzhou raised his hand to hook her chin, and his unique aura suddenly approached. Song Qingyou turned her head to dodge, but someone wouldn't let her.
His dark eyes fixed on her, his voice low and hoarse: "Answer me."
Song Qingyou disliked his commanding tone when he spoke to her. She stomped hard on his gray slippers, and he hissed as he stepped back, allowing her to catch her breath.
"Speak properly."
Song Qingyou gave a warning without any expression.
Fu Wenzhou pressed his tongue against his back teeth, staring at her with eyes as deep and unfathomable as the ocean. After a while, he smiled, his usual carefree demeanor returning.
"Who just came?"
"Song Chen." Song Qingyou finished speaking and walked inside. Zhouzhou seized the opportunity and rushed in from the opposite door.
Its owner also followed in.
Fu Wenzhou frowned, his expression displeased: "What's he doing here? Trying to cause you trouble?"
Song Qingyou said calmly, "Come and find something for him to do."
The answer was ambiguous, but Fu Wenzhou didn't care. His eyes swept across the entryway cabinet and he noticed a small piece of bluish-white handkerchief sticking out of the drawer. He quietly pulled the handkerchief out and put it in his pocket.
Have you eaten?
Song Qingyou lay on the rattan chair on the balcony with Zhouzhou in her arms. The sunshine made her feel quite good, and even her tone towards Fu Wenzhou became much better: "Uncle Chang made it early this morning, and there's still some left in the pot. If you haven't eaten, go and have some."
Fu Wenzhou has never been bound by boundaries when it comes to Song Qingyou. To him, Song Qingyou's home is his home. As soon as he hears there is food, he immediately goes to the kitchen and brings out the pot.
Song Qingyou closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, too lazy to pay him any attention.
After finishing his meal, Fu Wenzhou went to the kitchen to wash the dishes and chopsticks. He also helped Song Qingyou throw away the kitchen waste. When he came back, he washed a few strawberries, patiently removed the stems, cut them into small pieces, and fed them to Song Qingyou one by one.
Song Qingyou half-closed her eyes and glanced down at the strawberry offered to her lips: "I can eat it myself."
Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple bobbed: "You touched Zhouzhou and didn't wash your hands, so it's inconvenient for you. I'll feed her."
Her hand was still resting on Zhouzhou's head. She was lying comfortably and too lazy to get up to wash her hands.
She didn't refuse anymore, her pink lips parted slightly as she waited for the food to come in.
Fu Wenzhou smiled and fed her a small piece of strawberry, watching her chew it slowly before swallowing.
Red juice overflowed from her lips, only to be rolled back in by her pink tongue just before it dripped down. Fu Wenzhou stared in disbelief, wishing he could turn into that plate of sliced strawberries right now.
After feeding him a plate of strawberries, Fu Wenzhou was already parched, and his handsome face was gloomy.
Song Qingyou frowned: "Why do you always act like someone owes you eight million?"
Fu Wenzhou gave a forced smile: "I'm jealous."
Song Qingyou was puzzled: "?"
Fu Wenzhou didn't say anything, but his face showed dissatisfaction.
He can't exactly say he's jealous of a plate of strawberries, can he?
After eating and drinking her fill, Song Qingyou was in a great mood and didn't rush to chase the mad dog away. Instead, she lay on the rocking chair and slept for the entire afternoon.
She often suffered from insomnia, but strangely, as long as Fu Wenzhou was around, his voice, his scent, and even his presence gave Song Qingyou an endless sense of security.
It was as if she could sleep peacefully as long as he was there, without worrying about being woken up by nightmares.
Fu Wenzhou wasn't in such a good mood.
While Song Qingyou was asleep, he went back to his own home. The moment he pulled out the handkerchief, his expression turned sinister.
The red bloodstains on it were glaringly obvious; this was Song Qingyou's second time coughing up blood.
It happened before, but not this frequently. This month is only halfway over, and he has already coughed up blood twice, just from what he has seen. What about what he hasn't seen?
Fu Wenzhou's eyes were gloomy. After carefully putting away the handkerchief, he made a phone call to Gu Bai.
"Have you heard anything about the renowned doctor I asked you to find?"
Gu Bai was shopping with his new girlfriend when he heard this and walked to a corner: "Master Yunfang has been traveling all over the world. I spent a lot of money on the black market to find out his whereabouts but I still couldn't. Can't we consider finding another traditional Chinese medicine doctor? Or a Western doctor would also be fine."
"We've tried, but it's no use." Fu Wenzhou's voice was low and deep: "Youyou's illness can only be treated with traditional Chinese medicine. She's been coughing up blood lately."
"Coughing up blood?" Gu Bai was taken aback. "Your little aunt is too difficult to take care of!"
Fu Wenzhou's eyes darkened: "Even if it's incredibly difficult to raise him, I will raise him."
Gu Bai: "...Okay, I understand. I'll keep looking and let you know if I get any news."
"ASAP."
Fu Wenzhou rubbed his temples and returned to Song Qingyou's side.
When Song Qingyou woke up at night, there was no one beside her, and Zhouzhou was gone. There was a blanket on her, and when she got up, the blanket slid to the ground.
Song Qingyou bent down to pick it up and put it back on the rattan chair.
After Fu Wenzhou left, the room became much emptier.
Song Qingyou glanced at the wooden door, then quickly looked away, annoyed that she had actually missed that mad dog for a moment.
This is not a good sign.
Song Qingyou bit her lip, not quite understanding why she was like this. Could it be that he was always around her, and she was not used to not being able to see him after waking up?
Just as she was feeling frustrated, the phone rang abruptly.
Song Qingyou exhaled a breath of stale air and answered, "Young Master Yan."
Yan Shaoqin's tone was not as relaxed as before, and he was unusually serious: "Do you know about Qingning Venture Capital?"
Song Qingyou: "I've heard of it."
Qingning Venture Capital is a venture capital firm that has gained momentum in the industry in the past two years. It is said that the boss has a keen eye and is very accurate in making bets. Whichever project he invests in will make money.
Yan Shaoqin: "Several of the Song family's emerging projects and subsidiaries have sought investment from this venture capital firm. Now, other companies in the industry are seeing the Song family doing this and following suit, investing some of their promising projects in Qingning. In this industry, there are too many monks and not enough meat. If they all go to Qingning, what will we eat?"
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