Zhou Yu was also stunned and looked at the man in front of him in panic.

Song Jingyu took the opportunity to escape from Zhou Yu's arms, took a few steps back, and looked at Zhou Yu with fear in her eyes.

When Zhou Yu saw Zhou Fusheng, his expression suddenly stiffened, and he hesitated over his words.

Zhou Fursheng frowned, glanced at him lightly, and said a single syllable from his throat: "Get out!"

"This matter is not over yet." Zhou Yu turned around, glared at Song Jingyu fiercely, and then walked out quickly.

Only Song Jingyu and Zhou Fusheng were left in the room.

Song Jingyu was a little embarrassed, so she simply didn't look at him and smoothed her messy hair irritably, "Why are you back again?"

Zhou Fusheng replied calmly: "Something fell."

As he spoke, he walked to the bed and took the mobile phone that had fallen by the bedside in his hand.

He didn't ask about what happened just now, maybe to save her face, or maybe he wasn't interested in these things at all.

Song Jingyu put her hands on the floor and tried to stand up. A sharp pain came from her calf. When she lowered her head, she saw that blood was dripping down the wound. It might have been scratched by something just now.

She gritted her teeth and walked to the cabinet, limping, staring at the medicine box above.

Zhou Fursheng took the medicine box for her, placed her on the edge of the bed, and briefly treated her wounds.

Song Jingyu lowered her eyes and looked at him. This man was wearing a simple and cheap shirt, and the cuffs had serious signs of wear.

Unlike the men who worked in the club, this Zhou Fusheng seemed to be a laborer. But his hands were white, tender and slender. She felt that no laborer's hands could be so well-maintained.

After the wound was treated, Zhou Fursheng washed his hands and prepared to leave, while Song Jingyu took out a bank card and stuffed it into his shirt pocket.

Seeing his doubts, Song Jingyu added and explained: "This is for you. Although it was the first time last night, but... I am very satisfied, but I still hope you can consider the question you raised."

The implication is that I want to protect him.

Zhou Fusheng looked her over, half-smiling but not smiling, "You are quite generous."

"If you follow me, I will be more generous." Song Jingyu arrogantly took out a wad of cash and threw it in front of him like discarded waste paper, "How about it? Have you thought about it?"

Like a local boss.

Zhou Fusheng didn't mind, and still maintained the smile on his face, but he didn't reject her immediately. He said in a playful tone, "What do you like about me?"

Song Jingyu's eyes were scornful, she looked up and down, and after a while, she smiled: "Maybe this skin is more attractive, but it doesn't matter, you just need to think about making me happy, and as long as you don't interact with other women during this period, you can do whatever you want.

"

After she finished speaking, she thought of something and added.

"I'm afraid of getting infected."

Zhou Fusheng stopped and smiled without saying a word.

He didn't stay here for long and left after receiving an urgent phone call.

Standing on the second floor, Song Jingyu looked at his back, still unable to understand the meaning of his smile.

Towards evening, she received a call from Fang Yuan again.

In the content of the last phone call, Fang Yuan's arrogant tone still lingered in her ears, as if she was being obedient after getting an advantage, and asked her to leave Zhou Yu quickly.

This time, she called again, not knowing what she was trying to do.

She didn't hesitate and picked up directly, wanting to hear what else she had to say.

Sure enough, Fang Yuan's acting skills were good, and she was even more stable than last time. As soon as she answered the phone, she heard the woman on the other end sobbing.
Chapter completed!