The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was his own problem.
Fu Wenzhou frowned and began to reflect. In the end, he firmly believed that it was all his fault.
Immediately, I felt annoyed, regretful, and guilty.
When Song Chang drove the car to the entrance of Wutong Apartment, Fu Wenzhou was already holding the cat, looking anxious.
Before the car had even come to a complete stop, he couldn't wait to get out and eagerly opened the car door for Song Qingyou.
Song Qingyou glanced at him, her eyelids twitching, wondering what he was up to this time.
Song Chang watched the two go inside, equally bewildered.
Why is Mr. Fu's temper so unpredictable? When he got in the car, he acted like he was the boss and nobody should mess with him, but after he got out of the car, he became a completely different person.
A draft blew through the room, and Song Qingyou coughed a few times.
Fu Wenzhou tucked the cat into her arms, picked her up by the waist, and walked straight ahead.
Song Qingyou was startled and frowned, saying, "Your hand..."
"It's alright." Fu Wenzhou's tone was casual, but his actions were gentle and considerate.
Once inside, he put Song Qingyou down.
Song Qingyou went to the storeroom to get a first-aid kit and said softly, "Sit down."
She told him to sit properly, and he obediently sat still.
"hand."
Fu Wenzhou reached out his hand again.
After disinfecting the wound with iodine, Song Qingyou gently applied the ointment to the wound with her finger.
The cool, refreshing touch through his soft fingertips made Fu Wenzhou's heart beat faster.
His pupils grew darker and darker as he stared intently at Song Qingyou's face.
"Youyou..." Fu Wenzhou called her by her nickname in a hoarse voice.
Song Qingyou lowered her eyes and wrapped his palm with gauze, layer by layer.
Seeing her expression, Fu Wenzhou knew he had chosen the wrong time, so he could only wait silently for her to finish wrapping the gauze, and then asked with pursed lips, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Song Qingyou packed her things and said coolly, "I thought you didn't want to talk to me."
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
“That’s not what I meant.” His voice trailed off towards the end.
Song Qingyou sighed softly and asked him, "Do you remember what you told me?"
Fu Wenzhou raised his eyes but remained silent.
Song Qingyou said, "You say you're stubborn, possessive, petty, and have a bad temper, but you'll change those things if I don't like you."
Fu Wenzhou remained silent with a sullen face.
Song Qingyou said slowly, "Have you changed it?"
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