It was the dead of night, almost dawn.
Fu Wenzhou had just returned from outside. It was early summer, and the night was still chilly. He didn't dare go in and wake her, afraid that his coolness would chill her. So he went to the bathroom in the guest room.
Song Qingyou didn't lock the door. There was a small gap between the door frame and the door, and she could vaguely hear the sound of dripping water coming from inside. In fact, she had woken up when Fu Wenzhou went upstairs. In the darkness around her, her senses were amplified.
Listening to the sound of water, Song Qingyou nestled in her soft blankets and gradually fell asleep.
After Fu Wenzhou finished taking a cold shower, he saw a small bundle wrapped in the blankets.
She has a habit of always tucking her head under the covers when she sleeps.
He told her more than once that this was bad for her brain, but she could never remember.
They say it's good, but they don't actually listen.
Fu Wenzhou dried his wet hair, walked to the bedside, and gently pulled the blanket down a little.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on her.
'Buzz'
My phone vibrated; someone had sent me a text message.
Fu Wenzhou didn't rush to look, but instead rolled up the covers and lay down next to Song Qingyou.
As the room temperature gradually increased, Song Qingyou felt a little hot under the blanket, so she lifted the thin blanket a little, revealing a pair of fair and slender legs.
She was exquisite and beautiful from head to toe, with delicate, fair skin as white as jade.
Fu Wenzhou grasped her ankle and stared at her delicate feet.
I don't understand why some people are born with such beautiful feet.
Song Qingyou was a very light sleeper; even though Fu Wenzhou was moving very gently, she still woke up.
Song Qingyou was already a restless sleeper, so she moved her ankle and then opened her eyes.
Fu Wenzhou was caught red-handed, but he wasn't guilty at all. He put on a gentlemanly demeanor, as if he wasn't the one who took advantage of someone while they were asleep.
"Awake?" The man's voice was especially deep in the night, his palms holding her slender white ankles, showing no intention of letting go.
Song Qingyou struggled for a moment but couldn't break free, so she gave up and let him hold her.
She yawned and asked softly, "How did it go? Has Song Ning arrived yet?"
Fu Wenzhou paused, and Song Qingyou felt the temperature on the surface of her skin rising. She frowned and asked, "What happened?"
Fu Wenzhou released his ankle, pulled her into his arms, buried his head in Song Qingyou's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Not long after you left, Song Ning went to the hospital, signed the surgical consent form, and then..."
"What happened next?" Song Qingyou asked.
Fu Wenzhou took a deep breath: "After that, she became emotional, collapsed to the ground, vomited a mouthful of blood, and fainted. She was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, but the resuscitation efforts failed, and she died."
Song Ning's death was so sudden that Fu Wenzhou even had a somewhat inexplicable feeling.
Who vomits blood and immediately dies?
However, he only felt strange and nothing else.
He was just a little worried about his Youyou. No matter what Song Ning was like, she was still Song Qingyou's biological mother. What if she found out that Song Ning had been angered to death by him and scolded him?
Fu Wenzhou dared not speak directly, so he could only avoid the main point.
He thought his plan was perfect and his words were flawless, but Song Qingyou asked in the next sentence, "Was it because you made you vomit blood?"
Fu Wenzhou: "?"
His lips twitched, and he thought to himself that his Youyou really loved him, otherwise how could she understand him so well?
Fu Wenzhou was somewhat smug, but dared not reveal his little thoughts at this moment. He coughed a few times and said, "She is nearing the end of her life, and it probably has little to do with me."
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