When Song Qingyou received the call from the police station, she thought there was something wrong with her ears.
She checked several times before she dared to confirm that Fu Wenzhou had really been arrested.
Seeing that her expression was off, Song asked, "Miss, what's wrong?"
Song Qingyou squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "Uncle Chang, drive to the police station."
Song Chang was startled: "What happened?"
Song Qingyou frowned and said, "Fu Wenzhou beat Song Yuan and Song Wei in public, sending them to the hospital."
Song Chang: "..." This young CEO Fu really doesn't follow the usual path.
The car drove steadily to the police station. Light snow began to fall outside. Song Changxian got out of the car and opened an umbrella. Song Qingyou, wrapped in a fluffy shawl, hid her slender figure under the umbrella. Every frown and movement of hers was full of charm.
When she went in, Fu Wenzhou was sitting on the bench, flicking a cigarette with his fingers. His eyes were habitually narrowed, and the dark blue flame of the lighter danced for a moment on his silver handcuffs. When the flame went out, he casually took the cigarette from his lips.
The bureau chief standing to the side was sweating profusely. On one side was Chairman Song, and on the other side was Young Master Fu. He couldn't afford to offend either of them.
He caught a glimpse of the beautiful figure at the door out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes lit up. He went over to her as if he had seen a savior: "Miss Song, you've arrived."
The word "Miss Song" startled Fu Wenzhou so much that he reflexively stubbed out his cigarette. His previous relaxed and lazy demeanor vanished completely, replaced by an unusual panic in his eyes, like a big dog that had done something wrong and was afraid of being annoyed by its owner.
“You…” Fu Wenzhou called out to her.
Song Qingyou glanced at him, and he immediately fell silent.
The police chief looked them up and down.
This Mr. Fu was acting all high and mighty at the police station just now, but he's like a completely different person now that he's met this guy.
There's actually someone in this world that Little Fu is afraid of? It's unbelievable!
The police chief was horrified, but he didn't show it on his face. Just as he was about to speak, he saw that beautiful figure sweep past him and walk straight toward the man behind her.
Song Qingyou lowered her eyes and looked at Fu Wenzhou.
Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple bobbed as he explained, "I didn't cause any trouble; it was all Song Yuan's own doing."
He was a little annoyed, wondering why the police would call Song Qingyou. He could handle it himself and had no intention of telling her.
Afraid of upsetting her, he added, "So what if he hit me? It's no big deal. I'll just make him hit me back."
Song Qingyou frowned when she saw the silver handcuffs on his wrists: "Hands."
Fu Wenzhou obediently spread his hands.
Song Qingyou's slender white fingers examined his palm back and forth.
She remained silent, and Fu Wenzhou, unsure of her feelings, tentatively asked, "Are you unhappy?"
Song Qingyou ignored him and carefully examined his wrist. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that there were no marks from the straps.
Fu Wenzhou sat as if on pins and needles.
He glanced sharply at the police chief standing to the side, his tone sinister: "Who told you to call her!"
The bureau chief immediately broke out in a sweat and hurriedly said, "Ms. Song is the only contact in your phone. You wouldn't even call someone else..."
His voice trailed off towards the end, as he dared not refute.
Song Qingyou casually raised her eyes: "You hit someone, and you still think you're right?"
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
He calmed down and transformed back into a pitiful, large dog, clutching his owner's clothes with teary eyes: "Youyou, don't be angry with me..."
Song Qingyou asked, "Does it hurt?"
Fu Wenzhou snorted: "It doesn't hurt. I hit it with a hammer, I didn't do it myself."
Song Qingyou gasped when she heard the word "hammer." Before coming here, she only knew that Fu Wenzhou had broken Song Yuan's arms, but she didn't expect that it was with a hammer.
Iron Hammer... that's exactly the kind of thing this mad dog would do.
Song Qingyou pressed down on the corners of her mouth, feeling inexplicably pleased at the thought of Song Yuan getting beaten up.
She reached out and touched Fu Wenzhou's cheek. "There won't be a next time."
Beating up Song Yuan was no big deal, but Song Qingyou was worried that Fu Wenzhou might hurt her.
Fu Wenzhou smiled and said, "Okay."
The police chief looked at them, and a strange feeling welled up inside him.
Why does this sound so much like his wife disciplining their Tibetan Mastiff?
Song Qingyou turned to look at the police chief and nodded slightly, "I'm sorry to have troubled you."
"Miss Song, what are you saying? It's just that Mr. Fu..." The police chief said rather awkwardly, "He hit your father. If Chairman Song doesn't reconcile, we'll be caught in the middle and it won't be easy for us."
Song Qingyou said, "I am his daughter, I will sign the settlement agreement."
"This..." The police chief looked troubled: "If President Song says something later, it will be difficult for us to explain."
Fu Wenzhou scoffed coldly, his tone lazy and unrestrained: "Wang Jun, you're quite capable now."
The police chief didn't dare to get angry even when people called him by his full name. He was the boss in the bureau, and in the capital, the Fu family could turn their small police station upside down with a flick of their finger.
But the Song family is not to be trifled with. This guy smashed Chairman Song's arm. If those two arms are ruined, it would be considered intentional assault, and if the Song family really pursues the matter, they could go to jail.
Song Qingyou's throat itched, so she covered her lips and coughed a few times. "I'll take care of Chairman Song, so you don't need to worry."
Wang Jun had been waiting for her to say this: Fu Wenzhou was a hot potato; whoever wanted him could have him. His small temple couldn't afford to keep such a big Buddha.
"Okay, go sign the form, and we'll release him immediately."
Song Qingyou replied, "Okay."
As soon as they left the police station, Fu Wenzhou clung to them, saying, "Youyou, I want to take care of you."
"How do you take care of her?" Song Qingyou asked casually.
The two walked one after the other, very close to each other.
Fu Wenzhou swallowed hard. "I'll move to your place."
Song Qingyou stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him. "Don't you live right across from my house?"
Fu Wenzhou's eyes darkened: "It's different."
Song Qingyou glanced at him twice, then continued walking.
They neither said yes nor no.
But in Fu Wenzhou's eyes, not refusing meant agreeing, and his eyes and brows were full of joy.
"I need to go to the hospital. You can go back by yourself," Song Qingyou said.
Fu Wenzhou's smile faded, and he frowned, saying, "What are you going to the hospital for? To visit Song Yuan? You're not allowed to go!"
He had just beaten someone up, and if Song Qingyou went there at this time, there was no guarantee that Song Yuan wouldn't do something to her.
Song Qingyou said, "I need to tell him about the settlement agreement. Also, I need to see Song Wei about something."
Fu Wenzhou's face darkened. "No, you're not allowed to go."
She only failed to keep an eye on him once, and she came back with an arm injury. How could he dare let her see Song Yuan again?
Song Qingyou ignored him, turned around and got into the car: "Uncle Chang, drive."
As soon as Song Chang started his car, someone squeezed in.
He was surprised: "Young Master Fu?"
Fu Wenzhou said with a dark face, "Drive."
Song Chang looked at Song Qingyou through the rearview mirror. The latter sighed softly and said, "Let's go."
Song Chang then stepped on the gas.
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