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

  Chapter 22 San Ye: Hold her hand

  The car galloped on a stable road, and Fu Chen leaned on his seat as if taking a nap.

  Flickering and flickering light projected from the car window, setting half of his face like a medieval oil painting, every place is rich in color, delicate and profound.

  Sit upright and upright, with a clear and sharp character, and various neon lights flashed past him. Even if he was in a prosperous world, he was still not stained with dust.

  Song Fengwan thought about it carefully, it was just to stay, and be careful not to provoke him, more than two months is still very fast.

  According to Mr. Fu's remarks, Fu Shen shouldn't live at home often, and there should be few chances for the two to meet each other.

  Climbing a snow mountain?

  She tilted her head and looked at him carefully. His temperament is abstinent, he is unique, he is born with a beautiful human bone, and the Confucianism is gentle. It is really hard to imagine what he looks like when climbing a mountain?

  If you look at it alone, he is very thin. I guess he doesn’t even have four or two pieces of meat on him. Hey...

   Just when she was in a trance, the phone vibrated, and it was Qiao Aiyun who called.

   "Hey, Mom." Song Fengwan suppressed her voice, fearing that Fu Chen might be noisy, so she sent messages to her parents when she arrived in Beijing.

  "Did you eat well at Fu's house at night?" Qiao Aiyun voiced lovingly and concerned.

   "Very good, Grandpa Fu and Grandma Fu are both very nice." Song Fengwan heard his mother's voice, his whole body relaxed, and his voice became sweet and gentle.

  Fu Chen paused with the finger of the Buddhist bead.

   "That's good, you should be obedient when you live with Fu Chen, don't cause trouble..." Qiao Xiyan must have told her about Song Fengwan the first time, and Qiao Aiyun told her.

  "When you go out alone, you must take care of yourself. Although learning is important, your body is more important. If you need anything or lack anything, please call me at any time." She patiently urged.

   "In some days, I will visit you when I finish my work. Don't worry about family affairs."

   "Hmm." Song Fengwan suddenly remembered that she hadn't seen her for a while, and now that she was in a foreign country, and had to live in a house with uncertain weather, she suddenly felt a little sad.

  She rolled her throat twice, a little dry, "Mom, when will you finish?"

   "Soon, you behave." Qiao Aiyun's voice became more gentle.

  The traffic jam in the capital was serious. The car left and stopped. Song Feng drank some alcohol late. He was dizzy. He kept lowering his head while playing on the phone and making phone calls. He only felt stuffy in his chest, which made him feel nauseous.

  ...

   Ending the chat with her decisively, she lowered the car window, and the night breeze seemed to feel more comfortable.

  At this moment, the car was merging into one side of the traffic flow. Because the car was overtaking quickly and suddenly braked, Song Fengwan's whole body seemed to be weightless and planted forward...

  When she wanted to reach out and support her body, it was too late.

  I thought I was about to hit the front seat this time, and my arm was suddenly caught.

   Knocking on something, the pain almost broke her tears.

   "Hiss—" She took a deep breath.

  "San Ye, someone rushed to overtake." The driver was sweating coldly.

   Fu Chen looked down at the person in his arms, "Where did you hit?"

   "Head."

  He is wearing a double-breasted gown with a buckle design, and his forehead just hits it. No wonder it hurts so much.

   "Look up." Fu Chen's voice was gentle and calm.

  She hasn't recovered yet, a pair of warm hands fell on her forehead, and she gently rubbed it twice, "Is it here?"

  Song Fengwan was a little silly.

   "Where did you hit it?" Fu Chen's voice came faintly.

  Song Fengwan only recovered, his fingers were slightly hard, and he tried to hold his body and leave, "It's okay, it's not very painful."

   "Then sit down." Fu Chen's tone was calm, solemn and serious enough to not tolerate profanity.

   "It's just that I drank too much, and it seemed to be a bit motion sick." Song Fengwan thought about saying hello to him in advance. If he really vomits in his car for a while, he must throw himself down.

   Just when her finger was about to leave Fu Chen's chest, she was suddenly held by someone.

  Song Fengwan subconsciously withdrew his hand.

   "San Ye?"

  Song Feng is late, what is he doing?

   His eyes were facing each other, his voice was low and irresistible, "Don't move."

  He stopped his fingers, and pressed his thumb on the Hegu acupoint in the middle of the tiger’s mouth on her left hand, rubbing it slightly harder twice, "This will make it more comfortable."

   "I will do it myself."

   "Mother told me to take care of you."

  Fu Shen had a calm tone, as if taking care of her was just in response to the request of her parents.

  The driver gave a dry cough and rubbed his nose.

  Following Fu Chen for so long, he has always been his own way, and the old lady even asked him to go on a blind date. I have never seen him be so obedient.

  His thumb was so hard that she almost screamed in pain, and the nausea seemed to be really pressed down.

  She drove the car for a day, and with Jiujin on her head, she groaned, leaning on the seat and just wanting to sleep.

  He pressed her tiger's mouth carefully, not daring to use force, for fear of waking her up.

  Her hands hold...

   I don’t want to let go.

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  The driver glanced at the back through the rearview mirror.

  I'm a good boy.

  My third master, everyone is asleep, why are you holding someone’s hand?

  An innocent girl who was so embarrassed that you looked at and touched her hand again.

  It is said that pressing the tiger’s mouth is useful for motion sickness. I found it on Baidu. You can try it.

  Cousin Joe’s car followed. If he saw this scene, I guess...

  Cousin: I will sharpen the knife for a while, the knife edge is a bit blunt.

  San Ye:...

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