Fu Bei glanced into the alley: "Xu Qingran found a cheap tenement building, and the two of them just moved in."
Song Qingyou raised an eyebrow: "Didn't you buy a train ticket home?"
Fu Bei: "No."
Song Qingyou smiled faintly, "I want to stay in the capital, but I don't want to bear the stigma of abandoning my mother."
Fu Bei asked, "Madam, what should we do next?"
Fu Wenzhou walked up to her and gestured for Song Qingyou to open her arms. Song Qingyou glanced up at him and obediently did as she was told. As Fu Wenzhou changed her clothes, he asked, "Who is it?"
Song Qingyou whispered, "Fu Bei."
Knowing that she had something to talk about, Fu Wenzhou didn't bother her anymore.
Song Qingyou let Fu Wenzhou take off her clothes and said into her phone, "Notify those debt collectors of their address in Beijing."
Fu Bei: "Yes, Madam."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Wenzhou asked, "When did my Youyou learn to use others to do her dirty work?"
Song Qingyou raised her eyelids slightly, glanced at him, and then got up and walked towards the kitchen: "Only an idiot would do it himself and then get handcuffed by the police."
Fu Wenzhou: "?"
Fu Wenzhou chased after her, saying, "Sister, how could you call me an idiot?"
Song Qingyou bent down and picked up Zhouzhou from the ground, chuckling, "It's already being polite of you not to call you a brute."
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
He touched his nose, looking rather guilty, and said, "It's their fault for bullying you..."
Song Qingyou patted Zhouzhou's head. "Yeah, that's why you're such a fool."
Only a fool would love her so much and be willing to do anything for her.
Fu Wenzhou snorted and stuck to her side like a large dog: "Yes, I'm an idiot, but an idiot loves you."
Song Qingyou reached out and ruffled Fu Wenzhou's black hair: "How come your hair grows so fast?"
My bangs, which used to look like they were chewed by a dog, have grown a lot longer now, and the ends are almost down to my shoulders.
Fu Wenzhou leaned closer in a low voice and said, "Sister, help me cut it."
Song Qingyou thought of the choppy bangs she had given him before, coughed lightly, and politely declined: "Let's forget it. My skills aren't good. Don't you have a personal stylist? Just have him do it for you."
“No.” Fu Wenzhou frowned, his face full of rejection: “Not good at all.”
Song Qingyou: "But I..."
Fu Wenzhou reached out and pulled her and Zhouzhou into his arms, his voice alluring: "Baby, I only want you to cut my hair. In my eyes, no one else can cut it as well as you."
Yun Nian and Tang Hanyan, who had just opened the door, stood in the doorway, their lips twitching violently.
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