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

Fu Hanyu raised his head, and in the darkness, his deep eyes became more and more bottomless, looking at her.

After Song Yu's eyes got used to the darkness, they met his dark pupils.

His complexion was sickly and too pale, and under the warm light, he looked even colder and indifferent, as delicate and gorgeous as fine white porcelain, which made his lips look gorgeous.

She leaned half of her body against the wall, squinting her eyes slightly, her lustful heart rose again, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and her voice was also hooked, teasing: "The third master blocked my door so late, because he wanted to warm me up." bed?"

Fu Hanyu's dark and calm eyes flickered on and off for a moment, but he still looked at her without speaking.

Song Yu felt a little abnormal, and he could smell the faint smell of peach blossom with a light wine aroma when he took a slight breath.

She knows the smell.

After the meal, and after the wine's stamina picked up, she realized that what Fu Lao gave her was not a peach juice drink, but a peach blossom stuffed drink.

I don't know what special brewing method was used, and I couldn't smell or taste alcohol at all.

This is Mr. Fu?

drunk?

The air was silent for a moment.

Fu Hanyu suddenly said, "That professor, is he good-looking?"

His voice is extremely light, very sweet, a little deep, but more and more sexy.

Song Yu was startled for a moment, not knowing what he was asking for a while, frowned strangely, and blurted out: "What professor?"

Fu Hanyu also paused for a moment because of her words, his pretty eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his tone was sullen: "The one who wrote to you!"

Song Yu knew it, nodded, and said, "You look good!"

Fu Hanyu lowered his eyebrows slightly, held the hand of the wheelchair, and tightened it suddenly. After a while, he raised his head, and his slender and thick long eyelashes like black feathers left a faint shadow under his eyelids, and looked at her seriously: "It's worse than me. nice?"

Song Yuren was dumbfounded and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Mr. Fu has become mentally retarded after drinking?

How could he ask such a naive question!

"Song Yu!" Fu Hanyu shouted in a low voice.

"Fu Hanyu, you're jealous." Song Yurao squatted in front of him with interest, dragged his chin and looked up at him, saw his eyes dodge, and saw a touch of blush on his porcelain-white earlobes.

So innocent!

She couldn't help reaching out her hand and touching it lightly.

Fu Hanyu's breathing suddenly became short, the soft touch and itching made his heart skip a beat, seeing her still smiling, he became a little annoyed: "Are you dating him?"

"No." Song Yu shook his head, approached him suddenly, and breathed like blue: "I'm only interested in you!"

The corners of Fu Hanyu's lips curled into a barely visible smile, and he still looked at him stubbornly, like a child who insisted on getting an answer: "Then he looks good, and I look good?"

The first time Song Yu saw him like this, he wanted to tease him. He hooked his fingers at him, stared at his thin lips, and took advantage of it: "Let me kiss you, and I'll tell you!"

A look of struggle flashed across Fu Hanyu's eyes.

Song Yu wondered if he was asking too much, he should give her a hug!

next moment.

Fu Hanyu approached suddenly.

Before Song Yu could react, there was a cool touch on his cheek, like a feather gently scratching the tip of his heart, a little surprised: "Fu Hanyu!"

"Kiss." Fu Hanyu had already backed away, but his eyes were involuntarily staring at her cheek. The place he touched, his voice was a little hoarse: "You can say it!"

light touch.

The heart was beating non-stop.

Pounding, as if it was about to jump out of the heart, even the blood became a little hotter.

"You look good." Song Yu smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked.

The corners of Fu Hanyu's lips curled up a bit, he was very satisfied with her answer, rolled the wheelchair, and left.

Song Yu is in a mess:? ?

That's it?

He blocked the door just to ask himself this question?

"Fu Hanyu."

Song Yu shouted.

What about warming the bed?

"Good night." Fu Hanyu's voice was warm and joyful.

Song Yu chased after him for two steps.

He has entered the room and closed the door.

Song Yu suddenly laughed, looked at his door, and whispered: "Good night!"

Drunk Fu Hanyu, a stubborn, innocent little milk dog, very interesting.

the next day.

When Song Yu got up.

Fu Hanyu is no longer here.

Mr. Fu cursed, saying that he only knew about work and didn't know how to care about his family, and he didn't spend much time with them at home.

In fact, the inner thought is, bastard, the daughter-in-law finally comes here once, and he leaves as soon as he says, how can he cultivate feelings!

Song Yu left in the afternoon.

After returning to the Song family, they saw that the Song family was very lively, with people walking around, busy with various matters related to Lin Shuangluo's birthday.

Her small yard is empty and the door is locked.

In the main house.

Except for Song Yu and Song Xingyue who accompanied the Gu family's mother and son out for a stroll, everyone in the Song family was present.

Song Xingfeng was the last one to go home. He just came back 10 minutes ago. After going back to the house to tidy up, he went down the stairs and asked, "Mom, where did little sister go?"

The first time he got home, he went to the old house to have a look. The door was locked and she was not at home.

"Little sister, little sister, little sister, you know my little sister!" Lin Shuangluo snorted coldly, and said with a dark face: "Before you leave, let me take care of her more, I took care of her, why did she To me?"

Song Xingji gnawed on the apple, slurred his speech, and asked very interestedly: "Mom, what did she do to you?"

How could he not know!

The stinky girl made her mother angry again!

Song Ningsheng just forked a piece of mango from the fruit plate, and he was not in the mood to eat it.

Song Xingqing frowned slightly.

During this period of time, Mom never complained to him again. He thought that that stinky girl had changed her temper. It turned out that Mom was gathering together and waited for them to come back.

"You said, she doesn't know how to cook, so I asked the kitchen to prepare her favorite meals." Lin Shuangluo became angry when she thought about it, and gritted her teeth: "She is really my good daughter, she didn't move a bit of food, Throw it all in the trash!"

talking.

She felt aggrieved, her eyes turned red, and she began to cry. She grabbed Song Ningsheng's arm and cried, "Husband, I can't live with her, I must be pissed off by her!"

"No way!" Song Xingji stood up and helped to speak: "That stinky girl is a foodie, she loves food very much, it's impossible to waste it like this."

He eats there.

If a grain of rice is dropped, the brat will recite it solemnly, which makes him embarrassed, so he can only pick it up and continue to eat.

"It's impossible, she's targeting me! Don't give me face!" Lin Shuangluo glared at him, and continued: "I can clearly see the food she threw away. Question?"

"Mom, there may be some misunderstanding about this matter. When my little sister comes back, I'll ask her." Song Xingfeng said.

His voice just fell.

A servant from outside came over and said respectfully, "Second Young Master, Miss Song Yu is back."