Just as Fu Wenzhou said, the lime's launch went surprisingly smoothly, and she didn't need to use any of the contingency plans she had prepared.
Sitting in the car, Song Qingyou felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.
Back at the hotel, seeing a large table of food, Song Qingyou looked at Fu Wenzhou, who came out from the inner room, with some surprise: "You haven't left yet?"
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow slightly: "Go? Where to?"
"Go back to China."
After all, I'm going back to China tomorrow.
Fu Wenzhou almost laughed in anger. He sat down on the sofa with the cat in his arms and said, "I'm not leaving."
Song Qingyou: "..."
She stared at the man's tall, straight back, her expression somewhat complicated: "Do you know what you look like right now?"
Fu Wenzhou was quite frank: "A scoundrel."
Song Qingyou fell silent.
Oh, so you knew.
She stopped looking at him and called Song Chang to invite him to eat with her, since it would be a waste not to eat all this food anyway.
Song Chang lived next door and arrived quickly. When he pushed open the door and saw Fu Wenzhou, he looked surprised and said, "Young Master Fu, what brings you here?"
Fu Wenzhou gave a forced smile: "I've missed you, sir."
Song Chang's lips twitched, and a chill ran through his feet. He said awkwardly, "Young Master Fu, you're really making this old man feel too bad."
Fu Wenzhou patted him on the shoulder, gesturing for him to look at the dining table: "Uncle Chang, what do you think of today's dishes?"
His eyes held a smile, but Song Chang felt that the smile concealed a knife. He lowered his head and said, "From now on, I will follow this standard for Miss's meals."
Fu Wenzhou nodded in satisfaction, pulled Song Chang to sit down, and now acted as if he were truly treating him as an elder: "Uncle Chang, let's eat."
Song Qingyou slightly raised her eyelids: "Uncle Chang, don't worry about him."
Song Chang wasn't actually afraid of Fu Wenzhou. He just felt guilty seeing that Song Qingyou had lost weight recently. It was his responsibility that the young lady wasn't eating well, so he accepted Fu Wenzhou's blame.
After thinking it over, Song Chang decided that he should learn to be shameless from CEO Fu so that next time the young lady didn't want to eat, he could shamelessly play the victim and win her sympathy, just like CEO Fu, and get her to eat some.
Thinking this, he couldn't help but glance at Young Master Fu, who was sitting next to the young lady, carefully peeling shrimp for her. He peeled one and placed it in a porcelain bowl, even dipping it in vinegar for her.
Miss ate slowly, and soon her bowl was piled high with fish bones. Then, Mr. Fu started working on the fish, picking out the bones with great patience. Song Chang watched as he picked out a very small, soft bone, the length of which was hard to see with the naked eye, but he did it meticulously.
After the young lady was full and could eat no more, Mr. Fu took what she had left over and ate it all without any hesitation, without wasting a single bite.
Song Chang had mixed feelings about this meal.
Before leaving, he paced back and forth several times, and said tactfully, "Where will young Mr. Fu sleep tonight? Why don't you make do with this old man for the night?"
Fu Wenzhou: ...
Song Qingyou pursed her lips slightly, suppressing a laugh: "Uncle Chang, it's not like he doesn't know how to book a room himself."
Song Chang slapped his forehead. Oh right! He had almost forgotten that Fu Wenzhou was a wealthy man; how could he possibly stoop to sharing a bed with an old man like him? He had been so worried about Fu Wenzhou taking advantage of the young lady that he had completely forgotten about that.
Song Chang felt relieved and left the room.
Song Qingyou didn't close the door, and turned around: "You should leave too."
Fu Wenzhou smiled and said, "I didn't bring any money."
Song Qingyou looked hesitant, as if confirming the truth of his words. After a moment, she took out a card from her bag: "No password."
Fu Wenzhou pressed his tongue against his back teeth, his eyes narrowed dangerously, exuding a righteous and awe-inspiring air: "A gentleman does not eat food offered with contempt."
Song Qingyou almost burst out laughing. What did Fu Wenzhou have to do with the word "gentleman"?
Knowing that he was planning to stay with her, and that she couldn't get rid of him no matter what she did, Song Qingyou simply ignored him and went about her own business.
Fu Wenzhou followed her around like a large dog, going wherever she went.
Song Qingyou was extremely annoyed, her eyes reddened, and she turned around to glare at him angrily: "Why are you even more clingy than Zhouzhou!"
Fu Wenzhou frowned slightly, his face showing displeasure: "You're comparing me to a cat?"
Song Qingyou thought he was angry that she had compared him to an animal, but she didn't expect the man to say the next thing.
"How can it compare to me? What can it do besides bark? Can it peel shrimp for you? Does it earn as much money as I do? Is it as handsome as me? And even if it barks, it might not sound as good as me, Yoyo, you can try it in bed sometime..."
"Shut up!" Song Qingyou kicked his shin angrily, her eyes widening with rage, making her look more like an elf than a fairy.
Fu Wenzhou wasn't annoyed by being kicked; he just stared at Song Qingyou with both eyes, as if he couldn't get enough of looking at her.
His girlfriend only gets angry at him, so it seems he really is very important to her.
Otherwise, why didn't she get angry at Zhang San and Li Si?
Fu Wenzhou's mind somehow wandered to this point. In any case, he was not angry at all, but rather quite pleased, wishing that Youyou would kick him a couple more times.
He obediently shut his mouth, bent down to pick up Zhouzhou from the ground, and stayed quietly in the corner without disturbing her.
With peace and quiet finally around her, Song Qingyou prepared the documents and sent them to the current CEO, and also asked Song Chang to book a flight for tomorrow afternoon.
Song Chang hesitated before asking, "Do you want to buy Mr. Fu's?"
Song Qingyou originally wanted to say directly that she didn't need it, since he seemed to really like the place, but remembering that he had said he didn't bring any money that evening, she changed her mind and said, "Okay."
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