With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

As the saying goes, thinking day by day and dreaming at night, especially painful dreams, are manifestations of a person's subconscious mind. If one has not had this experience, it is impossible to fabricate them out of thin air.

Song Xingqing glanced at Fu Hanyu, and could feel that he didn't seem to want Yu'er's nightmare to be real. Specifically, he didn't want the little brother in Yu'er's dream to be real.

This bastard is a vinegar essence!

Since Yu'er called Little Brother, he must be Brother!

Fu Hanyu also glanced at him, seemingly carelessly touching his swollen face.

Song Xingqing is a person with a very clear personality. After hearing Song Yu tell the truth, he knew that he had hit the wrong person in his excitement, and he still felt a little sorry. He coughed and said, "Yu'er, give Fu... Give the third master some medicine."

What are you calling him?

Calling him Xiao Fu just like his parents did, he seemed a little close, as if he had already accepted him.

Fu Hanyu nodded slightly at him.

Song Yu went to get the medicine, came out quickly, and carefully applied the medicine on him. Seeing that his left cheek was red and swollen, he felt distressed, and said, "Brother, don't be so impulsive when you do things in the future."

Fu Hanyu was happy, and the corners of his lips curled into a pleasant smile.

Song Xingqing: ...

Did he come here to watch the two of them show their affection?

of course not.

After Song Yu finished applying the medicine to Fu Hanyu.

Song Xingqing asked with a serious face: "Yu'er, what are you and the second child planning?"

Song Xingyue's funeral and the explanation to the outside world must have been discussed by the three of them. The mother is innocent and the third child is stupid. Neither of them would think too much about it.

Song Yu glanced at Fu Hanyu.

Fu Hanyu nodded.

Song Yudao: "Brother, we have identified the mastermind behind the scenes. We held Song Xingyue's funeral in order to lure him over and throw himself into a trap."

Song Xingqing's eyes lit up: "Did you really find it? Is the murderer this time the same person as Qin Shui and the time I was assassinated and injured?"

Song Yu knew it and couldn't hide it, so he nodded: "It's a person, but brother, don't ask who it is, you will know when it is resolved."

The Song family are all smart people, except for the simple Lin Shuangluo and the stupid Song Xingji.

"I know." Song Xingqing heard her explain clearly, and he had a clue in his heart. He naturally knew that the mastermind behind the scenes was a very powerful person. The more people knew about this matter, the greater the possibility of it being exposed, so he didn't ask any more. what.

But next.

He didn't go back to the main house to sleep, but fell asleep here.

He didn't say much about Fu Hanyu sleeping on the floor in Song Yu's room.

After all, he has seen Fu Hanyu's state for more than ten days. He knows how important Yu'er is to him, and he also knows that it is absolutely impossible for him to bully her.

Song Yu was lying on the bed, unable to sleep because of the nightmare just now, looking at Fu Hanyu with bright black eyes, and said: "Fu Hanyu, I think there may be something wrong with my memory."

Fu Hanyu's eyes were slightly condensed, and his voice was dangerous: "Miss your little brother?"

Song Yu jumped off the bed, sniffed Ah Wen in front of him with his nose up, and teased him: "What's going on, it smells sour."

"I'm going to sleep, don't make trouble." Fu Hanyu rolled up the quilt, turned his handsome face to one side, and closed his eyes.

Song Yu felt that when he was making trouble, he was so cute that he nodded with his little hand on the tip of his nose: "It turns out that my vinegar jar was overturned."

"Sleep." Fu Hanyu was serious.

"Don't sleep, can you analyze it for me?" Song Yu hugged him, rubbing his smooth forehead against his tall nose, coquettishly: "Third Uncle, you are so smart, why don't you help me!"

Her soft and sweet voice, sweet smell, and warm breath made Fu Hanyu's heart itch, and he opened his eyes to look at her, and said coldly: "Analyzing what, analyzing your little brother, how important is it to you? "

"I don't even know who he is, they are all just brothers." Song Yu bit his lips angrily, coaxing him: "Only you are my good brother, my third brother, and my third uncle. "

Fu Hanyu was coaxed to be happy, couldn't help laughing, and pretended to be serious: "What about your little brother?"

Song Yu frowned, and said: "It's just my brother, my eldest brother, second brother, third brother, Rin brother, Yan brother, I have too many brothers, can you get over jealous? I won't make you jealous Soak it in a vinegar bucket every day, and it will become vinegar essence."

Although she didn't remember anything, she felt something in her heart. It was definitely not the feeling between a man and a woman as he thought, or the feeling towards her brother.

Just like the Song family's elder brother, or Brother Rin and the others, if something happens to her, she will also be very sad and painful.

"Don't call me little brother." Fu Hanyu pretended to bite her lip fiercely, and when biting, he was unwilling to use force and licked it lightly: "Be careful, I will become a vinegar essence."

"You don't need to change, you are now." Song Yu laughed lowly, rubbing his lips gently: "Brother Vinegar, can you analyze it for me? I think it may be for me Very important memory."

Fu Hanyu always had nothing to do with her. When she acted like a baby, his heart softened to pieces, and he said helplessly and dotingly: "Doctor Song, Doctor Song, you are the professional in this matter."

"You are my good brother. You also have the right to participate and know about this matter." Song Yuwang finally coaxed the cheapskate vinegar essence, then hugged him, leaned his head on his chest, and said: " I think my memory may have been sealed or altered by someone."

"You think it's grandpa?" Fu Hanyu's big hand gently stroked her smooth long hair.

"Yeah." Song Yu nodded and said, "That memory must be very bad. Grandpa will seal it up for me because he is afraid that I will be sad."

Fu Hanyu sighed, leaned over, and kissed her forehead lightly: "If you want to get it back, just get it back. No matter how painful it is, I will always be with you."

"Yeah." Song Yu nodded.

After this matter was resolved, she went to Master Milton and gave herself a deep hypnosis to see if her memory had been touched by anyone.

**

In the next few days, relatives and friends of the Song family, and classmates and friends of Song Xingyue came over one after another to express condolences and comfort them. Few people mentioned Song Xingyue's evil deeds. After all, in the traditional thinking of Huaguo, there is The dead are the greatest.

Lin Shuangluo and Song Xingji didn't know about it, and thought that Song Yu's idea was just to maintain the Song family's image.

Song Ningsheng knew that they must have something to hide, but he didn't ask.

Song Xingqing acted like he didn't know anything.

Song Yu and Song Xingfeng have been waiting for Situ Feiqing to come over.

Time, one day, two days passed.

Tomorrow is the day of Song Xingyue's burial, but he still hasn't come.

Song Xingfeng was a little anxious, and he would not come here because he was afraid that his guess would be wrong.

Song Yu is not in a hurry, but has been using spiritual power to nourish the magic weapon she condensed with spiritual power, a small dagger, which only hurts the soul, not the real body.

the next day.

Song Yu got up in the morning, ate the crystal shrimp dumpling made by Fu Hanyu, filled with soup dumplings, and drank a big bowl of tofu nao, then took Song Ze to the front mourning hall.

Today is the day of Song Xingyue's burial.

Friends and relatives, all came here early.

Song Yu saw it from a distance, no matter how far away he looked in the mourning hall, there was a somewhat coquettish and ghostly figure, and the corners of his lips curled up into a dangerous arc.

Situ Feiqing!