The sound of rushing water in the bathroom engulfed Song Qingyou's fair and slender body as she stood under the showerhead, pondering the "deal" Ruan Mingchen had mentioned.
The climate in Country M is colder than in China. Song Qingyou came out of the bathroom wrapped in a thick bathrobe, and only felt less cold after the heating was turned on.
The TV was showing the latest financial news. She watched for a while, then got bored and lay down on the bed to sleep.
With SY's financing, the IPO went relatively smoothly without any major incidents. Therefore, Song Qingyou was unusually relieved and planned to get some rest early.
The nightmares continued throughout the night; she felt trapped in a nightmare from which she could not wake up until nine o'clock the next morning, when she slowly opened her eyes, her head covered in sweat.
Exhausted, she got out of bed, intending to go find Song Chang.
But she didn't expect to see Fu Wenzhou and a cat when she opened the door.
The man was dressed in thin clothes, his hair was messy, his eyes were dark-rimmed, and he had stubble on his chin. He looked much thinner.
Upon seeing Song Qingyou, his eyes welled up with tears. He carefully handed over the porridge he was holding.
In a hoarse voice, she said, "Zhouzhou misses you."
Song Qingyou's heart suddenly clenched, as if she had been struck by something soft.
The soreness and swelling were unbearable.
His eyes were filled with suppressed emotions, and his voice trembled slightly: "Are you an idiot?"
Fu Wenzhou's thick eyebrows arched upwards, his eyes were deep-set and narrow at the corners, and beneath his long, slightly curled eyelashes lay a deep-seated longing: "Why are you hiding from me?"
The drawn-out ending sounded like resentment and grievance.
I haven't seen her for a month.
A whole month.
He was going crazy thinking about her.
It's not that I haven't been angry at her ruthlessness.
Upon seeing her, all the resentment, anger, and rage vanished, leaving only a deep longing.
All he wanted to do was hold her, kiss her, and absorb her scent.
Song Qingyou was silent for a moment, then pulled the person inside.
Zhouzhou jumped to the ground. It was exhausted from the long journey and closed its eyes as soon as it climbed onto the soft sofa.
Fu Wenzhou stared at her without blinking, determined to get an answer.
Song Qingyou unconsciously lowered her voice, not knowing why she was explaining: "I've been busy with the company's IPO lately, I haven't been avoiding you."
“You’re lying.” Fu Wenzhou’s dark eyes fixed on her: “If you’re not hiding from me, why aren’t you replying to my WeChat messages or answering my calls?”
Song Qingyou pursed her lips, not wanting to reveal the real reason, but it was clear that if she didn't tell the truth, the man wouldn't let her off easily.
"Because you don't believe me."
Fu Wenzhou looked bewildered: "When did I ever not trust you?"
Song Qingyou briefly recounted what happened that day.
Fu Wenzhou leaned down, his breath washing over him, his voice trembling: "So you care about me, don't you?"
Song Qingyou turned her head to the side: "Don't misunderstand, I just feel that since you don't trust me, there's no need for me to have any more contact with you."
Fu Wenzhou snorted, "Stubborn to the end."
Song Qingyou: ...
She wasn't just being stubborn!
Fu Wenzhou was inexplicably in a good mood and walked around the room: "Others may care about what you do, but I won't. No matter what you look like, you'll always be my Youyou."
He was quite satisfied to see that there was only one bed.
Song Qingyou had no idea what he was thinking. She just felt that his words were easy to misunderstand, so she ignored him.
This was a suite, and the desk was in the guest room. She walked to the chair, sat down, and turned on the computer.
I have a lot of documents to submit these next few days, and if all goes well, I should be able to return home the day after tomorrow. Even in a foreign land, the moon is always brighter at home.
Zhouzhou stretched and meowed a few times before walking from the sofa to Song Qingyou's feet, rubbing against her white, jade-like instep.
Song Qingyou reached out and scratched its chin before continuing with her work.
She opened the email and received several confirmation messages, all confirming that her application had been approved. As she read through them one by one, her brows relaxed, and her fair face glowed with a rosy luster, making her look like a fairy.
Fu Wenzhou stared at her in a daze, silently shooed away the insatiable kitten, and squatted down next to Song Qingyou.
He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, tall and slender when standing, but when he suddenly squatted down, he was even more conspicuous than Song Qingyou, who was sitting. It was hard for Song Qingyou not to notice him: "There's a sofa over there."
Fu Wenzhou's eyes darkened: "Youyou."
"Um?"
Song Qingyou's slender, pale fingertips tapped back and forth on the keyboard as she gave a casual reply.
Fu Wenzhou: "This time you didn't kick me out."
His voice is naturally languid and deep, a very sexy tone that can make your bones feel numb when you hear it. Song Qingyou is also a voice enthusiast at times.
She rubbed her earlobe uncomfortably, her beautiful eyes shifting slightly: "So?"
There is a seven-hour time difference between M country and China. Fu Wenzhou arrived here early in the morning, which is equivalent to him setting off overnight in China. Even if Song Qingyou is hard-hearted, she can't just coldly kick him out.
Fu Wenzhou's tone carried a hint of smugness and pleasure: "You don't even have the heart to send me away now, have you fallen for me?"
Song Qingyou's heart skipped a beat, and her earlobes turned a little pink, but fortunately, her hands were there, so no one could see it.
She looked at the computer with feigned composure, her voice cold: "The door is right there. If you want to leave, I won't stop you."
Fu Wenzhou didn't mind, he loosely grasped her slender ankle with his palm, and frowned: "How come you've lost so much weight?"
Song Qingyou herself didn't notice and said nonchalantly, "Maybe I haven't been eating much lately."
She didn't care, but Fu Wenzhou looked like the sky had fallen, his face dark and ugly, and he even started to make trouble for Song Chang: "How did Uncle Chang take care of you? How come he can't even keep an eye on you when you're eating?"
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