Song Qingyou slowly walked to the kitchen doorway, admiring the man's smooth back and arm lines, and suddenly said, "Fu Wenzhou, are you trying to spoil me so that I can never leave you again?"
Fu Wenzhou stiffened, turning around in astonishment: "You noticed that?"
He was hiding it so well!
Song Qingyou suppressed a laugh and said calmly, "You have ulterior motives."
Fu Wenzhou noticed that Song Qingyou seemed to be in a good mood, and asked her, "Did something happy happen today?"
Song Qingyou thought for a moment: "Does seeing the girl you chatted with that night count?"
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
He dried his hands, walked over and hugged Song Qingyou, resting his head on her shoulder: "Sister, can we not talk about it anymore?"
"Wait a minute." Fu Wenzhou suddenly realized and stood up straight: "She came to cause you trouble? What did she say to you? Don't listen to her, I really didn't do anything that night, I'm innocent."
Song Qingyou reached out and touched the square diamond on his ear: "She said she wanted to add me on WeChat."
Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes, his warm body leaning closer. The faint scent of tobacco wafted into Song Qingyou's nostrils, and she frowned slightly: "You've been smoking again?"
"No." Fu Wenzhou lowered his voice, trapping her between the wall and himself. "Why don't you try it and see, sister?"
Song Qingyou was startled and reached out to push him away, but he easily grabbed both of her hands, kissed her lips gently and biting them, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
Song Qingyou thought: Hmm, there's no smell of smoke.
Fu Wenzhou thought: Damn it! These days, I have to guard against both men and women. I need to work harder, or my position will be in jeopardy.
At night, Fu Wenzhou hugged Song Qingyou from behind.
"Youyou," he called out.
Song Qingyou instinctively leaned closer to him. "Hmm?"
“If I do anything wrong in the future, you can tell me, and the puppy will fulfill all of its owner’s requests.” Fu Wenzhou’s lips pressed against the skin of her nape. The night made his eyes appear even deeper. He spoke slowly, “Don’t leave me hanging.”
Song Qingyou's body stiffened slightly, and all her drowsiness vanished.
She heard Fu Wenzhou repeat behind her, "Sister, don't leave me hanging."
He was both self-righteous and pitiful, and Song Qingyou couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
Her throat felt slightly dry, and it took her a while to say, "Mmm."
The arms holding her tightened their grip, and a low voice whispered in her ear:
"I love you, I love you so much..."
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