Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master’s Wife-Chasing Strategy

  Chapter 20 The play master Fu Sanye, threatening to be late

  It is already dusk.

  The faint light of the setting sun fell on his black gown, and his whole body seemed to be coated with a light golden halo. The light and shadow overlapped. He shook the Buddha beads in his hand, and the tassels swayed, expressing endless romantic freehand brushwork.

  'S eyes fell on the little girl in the room, seeming to bring some condescending scrutiny and scrutiny.

   looks so pale as if the two have never seen him before.

   "Old third, let's go in." The old lady smiled and entered the room. Song Fengwan stood there, neither humble nor overbearing, and looked at the old lady carefully.

  I heard that she is 80 this year, two years older than Mr. Fu, with a silver head and wearing a dark purple cheongsam.

  The age is already high, and the skin is already sagging and aging, but the elegance in the bones never fades due to the years, but it settles more and more graceful and luxurious.

   "Late late?" The old lady had no pretense, and walked directly towards Song Fengwan.

  Song Fengwan smiled and nodded, with only one sentence in his mind: Time never defeats a beauty.

   "Old lady." Qiao Xiyan said respectfully.

"Before I asked you to see me, you pushed three and four blocks, but now I ask you to come here late, you are very diligent." The old lady's voice was like Wu Nong's soft language, and Song Fengwan listened carefully, could it be said that she Are you from the south?

"quite busy."

  The old lady snorted, without giving him half of her eyes, she pulled Song Fengwan straight to sit down, not forgetting to turn her head to remind her son, "Lao San, why are you standing at the door, come and sit."

  Fu Shen was thoughtful and straightened out everything in just a few seconds.

It’s no wonder that during this period of time, his mother kept talking in front of him. He originally thought that the old lady was planning to arrange a blind date for him. Some big tricks were brewing. Now it seems that today’s "Suolin Pouch" is entirely for Song Feng. Arranged late.

   Fu Shen calmly sat on the single sofa on one side, his eyes lightly passing from Qiao Xiyan.

  Look at each other, and both of them are looking at each other.

   There seems to be an undercurrent surging.

  "Lao San, you know each other late, this is Qiao Xiyan, your grandson of Grandpa Joe." Grandpa Fu lowered his head to drink tea, but he looked at his son without a trace.

   can't see what he is thinking at all.

   "Hmm." Fu Chen replied, saying hello.

  Josie's eyebrows moved slightly, and he was really a difficult person to get close to.

  "Don't be stunned, come over for dinner." The old lady laughed.

   "I'll go out for a while." Fu Chen got up and walked outside, his expression still a little unhappy.

   "Lao San!" Father Fu curled his eyebrows, his tone was a little threatening, this bastard, is it possible that he is going to leave the guests and go by himself? It's too shameless.

   "It's just a phone call." As he said, he strode out.

   "As long as he has a lot of things, let's leave him alone and come to eat." Old man Fu snorted coldly.

   Still dare to shake his face?

  Anyway, he made up his mind today to let him take care of Song Fengwan. He has to do it, not…

   also has to follow.

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  Here usually, Father Fu and the old lady eat together. There is a long small dining table for six people. Father Fu sits at the top and the old lady naturally sits under him.

   "Xiyan, come over and sit here. I haven't seen you for a while. What have you been up to lately." The old lady spoke Wu Su's words.

   "It's still something." Qiao Xiyan respected the elder and sat down beside the old lady obediently. Song Fengwan had no choice but to sit on one side alone.

"Your family should be able to do this for a lifetime. You don't care about this time. You can't delay finding a daughter-in-law. You must be as early as possible, otherwise the good girl will be robbed." The old lady took his hand and twisted her brows. Mission, "Look at your hand..."

  Being in Qiao’s business, you have to hold a knife all day, and you have to work hard. It’s not normal if you don’t have a cocoon in your hand.

   "Your hand is rougher than our old man." Although the old lady was disgusted, she still felt distressed more.

   "This is normal." Josie withdrew his hand calmly.

  "You still have to pay close attention to your own business. What kind of things do you like, or I will introduce a few to you later." When the old lady mentioned introducing someone to someone, her eyes burst into light.

  There is no hostess in Qiao’s family, Qiao Xiyan’s father is also a idiot, don’t care about it.

   "It's really unnecessary." Qiao Xiyan gave a dry cough and lowered his head to drink tea.

   "It's normal to get married and have children. Don't be ashamed."

  Song Fengwan sat opposite, bowed his head and smiled. He didn't expect that his cousin would also have someone who could not stand it.

  She felt a dark shadow approaching her side, and she shook her head. Fu Chen had already pulled the stool and sat beside her, looking peaceful, without sadness or joy.

  Today, Fu’s family is a rare visitor, so it is natural to drink some wine.

   "Late and late, would you like to have some?" Father Fu held a small white porcelain jug, "It was given by others before. It tastes sweet and has low alcohol concentration. It doesn't matter if you drink less."

   "I don't need it, you can give it to the third master." Song Fengwan suddenly remembered the lie in the bar before, wishing to put his head under the table.

   "The third child is usually a vegetarian, and he also quit smoking and drinking. This kid is very boring, Xiyan, you have a drink with me." The old man Fu mentioned Fu Chen with a hint of disgust in his tone.

  Vegetarian?

  Song Fengwan was surprised to look up at the person beside him.

  He did it right, like a winter plum, with a cold arrogance. Fu Chen noticed her gaze and glanced at her faintly, as if he was warning something.

  Song Fengwan hurriedly lowered his head, dying.

  Does she know something terrible?

   "Late night, it's rare to come over today, just drink a small glass and try something fresh, you must have never drunk this kind of wine." Old man Fu began to persuade him to drink again.

  Song Fengwan had no choice but to get up, "Grandpa Fu, I'll do it myself." How dare he let his old man pour himself wine.

  This wine has no alcohol at all, with a greenish-yellow color and a fruity aroma.

  Fu and the old lady are almost talking to Qiao Xiyan, basically around Qiao's house.

  Song Fengwan just tasted a sip of wine, and the sweet aftertaste still remained on the tip of her tongue. She licked the corner of her mouth, carefully holding the wine glass, and was about to have another sip.

  Just when the wine glass touched the lips, only a faint sound came from the ear.

  "Does it taste good?" The voice was almost pressed to my ears.

  Low alcohol and with a clear magnetism.

  Song Fengwan stiffened, "It's okay."

  "Drink less, so as not to lose words after drinking."

   "I won't talk nonsense." Song Fengwan bit his lip, not just eating meat.

   "Lao San, there is something I want to tell you." Old man Fu watched that the time was almost up.

   "Huh?" Fu Chen straightened up, calmly.

  "The school I borrowed for later is No. 2 Middle School, which is in the east of the city, and the advanced training class is also nearby. Your home is close, so let her live with you for the time being."

   "Cough cough—" Song Fengwan choked his throat with a sip of wine, his face flushed with cough.

  His eyes suddenly collided with Fu Chen, his heart tightened, and he felt like he would be silenced at any time.

  Fu Shen put down his chopsticks, his expression increasingly unhappy, and a hint of anger.

  Not far away, the few people who followed Fu Chen looked at each other.

  Fuck me, I just went out and called to ask Miss Song to buy things. Why are you still angry now?

  You install, continue to install!

  San Ye, you did a good job in this play, from beginning to end, as if the old man sent the night to the end and wronged you so much.

  But it is really undesirable to threaten the daughter-in-law.

  Night night: He must be secretly eating meat outside with his family behind his back. He doesn't want to be found out, so naive.

  San Ye:...

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  Daily request for collection, request for message, request for ticket~

  (End of this chapter)