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

  Chapter 23 Entering the door, can you eat the meat to your mouth?

  After Song Feng fell asleep at night, Fu Chen motioned the driver to slow down, but she was not sleeping peacefully.

  She dreamed about the night that she was drunk again, but this time it was not that she threatened that Fu Shen was heard by him, but that she actually practiced physically and really threw him onto the bed, she tore Fu Chen's clothes hard...

  The clothes were torn, showing a thin waist, strong and tight muscles, smooth lines, not exaggerated but very seductive.

  Fu Shen was pressed under her body, cold and frosty, but also beautiful as a peach and plum.

   "Miss Song, Miss Song?" She felt that someone was calling her.

  Song Feng was awakened from his dream in the evening, and when he saw Fu Chen's bewitching and abstinence face, his face turned pale with fright.

   "San...San Ye." She knotted her tongue.

   "Here." Fu Chen said calmly.

   "Yeah." Song Fengwan remembered that dream, his face flushed, how could he have such a shameful dream.

  Fu Shen looked down, "Can you let go of your hand?"

  As soon as Song Fengwan lowered his head, he saw Fu Chen's sleeves tightly held in his hands.

  Because of excessive pulling, his neckline shifted, revealing a small section of white neck, delicate and moist, and his Adam's apple slipped slightly, which was indescribable and sexy.

   "I'm sorry." She immediately released her hand, blushing even harder.

   "Have a nightmare?" Fu Chen stretched out his hand to adjust the neckline, smoothing the sleeves that were so ruffled by her.

  Fu Shen was also afraid that Song Fengwan would wake up at any time, and he could not be too presumptuous. He squeezed his hands twice and then let go.

  Unexpectedly, the little girl would not let go of her sleeves when she was pulling her sleeves. The force seemed to tear her clothes.

   "Hmm." Song Fengwan nodded angrily, not daring to look at him at all.

  "Get off the car." Fu Chen's eyes were deep, and he got out of the car first.

  Song Fengwan blushed so hot that he had the dream just now in his mind.

  This is too shameful.

  Don’t you just touch his chest? How could you have such a dream.

  She adjusted her breathing before getting out of the car.

  Although it is night, the mansion is brightly lit, with carved iron gates and green vines. The typical Chinese residence is simple and solemn.

   "San Ye." A middle-aged man about 40 years old, wearing a neat uniform, had been waiting at the door for a long time, and seeing Song Fengwan also smiled kindly, "Miss Song."

   "Hello." Song Feng arrived at the beginning of the evening, and it was inevitable that he was a little cautious.

  "This is Uncle Nian. If I am not here, you can tell him anything directly." Fu Chen's tone was not warm.

  At this moment, Qiao Xiyan’s car has also arrived, and naturally someone will carry the luggage. They only need to follow Fu Shen into the door.

  It takes only three to four minutes from the door to the main entrance of the house. There are pavilions, pavilions, cornices and painted walls, and copper bells hanging under the corridors, which are elegant and elegant.

  As soon as she entered the room, she could smell a faint scent of sandalwood. She originally thought that the decoration pattern of Fu Chen’s place was similar to that of a temple hall, but the furnishings inside were very modern.

  Extremely elegant, but exquisite everywhere, low-key luxury.

  Fu Shen walked in front, the black long gown, blending into it, more like the son of the son of the Republic of China.

  The endless joyful accumulation.

   "Miss Song, your room is on the second floor. I will take you there." Uncle Nian lowered his eyes and said.

  "Thank you." Song Fengwan followed him to the second floor, and along the way, his uncle Nian was telling her about the layout of the house, "There is a private bathroom in the room, so it is convenient for you to live in."

  When she entered the bedroom, there were already some women's items in it.

   "Knowing that you are coming, Sanye has to prepare some in advance. If you need anything, please tell us at any time." Uncle Nian stood at the door and did not go in.

   "Very good." Song Fengwan didn't expect Fu Chen to be so caring. He took a look at the room, and when he turned around, he saw Uncle Nian standing at the door, smiling very brightly at her, "Uncle Nian, do you have anything else?"

  The luggage has been delivered, she has to pack her things.

   "This house was designed by San Ye himself, and supervised the manufacture. Except for the old lady, you are the first woman he brought back."

  Song Fengwan was stunned for a moment, how come this sounds so wrong.

  What is the first woman brought back?

  She just stayed temporarily.

   "You clean up first, I won't bother you." Uncle Nian closed the door intimately and left.

  The corners of his mouth were grinning, and the smile became brighter.

He grew up watching Fu Shen grow up. Although this Miss Song was forced by the old man and the old lady, if San Ye was really reluctant, she would not even be able to step through the gate, let alone make them prepare daily necessities in advance. Up.

  I’m afraid I’m seeing it right.

  I'm already 27 at this time, but it can be regarded as awakened.

  That is, Miss Song is a bit young, but she looks neat and tidy, and it’s okay to wait two more years.

   Finally there is hope.

  He smiled more relievedly.

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As soon as Uncle Nian left and the door closed, Song Fengwan breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the bed, and looked at the room carefully.

  She is very dizzy.

  She hasn't reacted until now, how she lived in Fu Chen's place, as if she was dreaming.

  Qiao Xiyan went into the house and took a look, chatted with Fu Shen, and went out to smoke a cigarette.

  Fu Shen went directly to his bedroom to change clothes.

  As soon as the two disc buttons were released, the phone rang.

  He glanced at the caller ID and frowned slightly. This man was climbing outside, but he still had time to call himself.

  He answered the phone and gave a "hello".

   "Fu San, I have heard that, your old man stuffed you a little girl."

   "Your news is very fast." Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

  "Uncle Nian went to my shopping mall to buy a bunch of things for women at night. Your old man is playing for real this time. You just stuffed a woman into your house, you are actually happy?" The man was obviously surprised.

  "Are you finished?" Fu Chen was obviously a little impatient.

   "Which girl? How do you look like?"

   "Why don't you just ask my dad?"

   "Where do I dare, your old man used to say that he was afraid that you would become a monk, so let me accompany you more. Okay, I'm going."

"Since the gossip between me and you, I didn't even dare to enter your door. Your old man said directly, and then let him see us together, he interrupted my leg." The man sneered. sound.

   "If I go to inquire about it, he will make sure that I am jealous and want to sabotage. When I go back, he will kill me in a desperate way."

   Fu Shen's mouth curled up, "I'll hang up after I say it."

   "Don't, you really brought it in, Fu San, what did you think..."

  Fu Chen hung up the phone before the man finished speaking.

  What do you think?

  The meat is brought to your mouth, do you want to eat it?

  ...

Before he had time to change his clothes, he heard a knock on the door. If it was his subordinate, he would definitely open his mouth before knocking. He closed the front button and opened the door.

   "San Ye, do you have time to chat?"

  Qiao Xiyan had just smoked a cigarette, and his words had a faint smell of tobacco. A few days of fatigue made a faint shadow under his eyelids.

   Born to be cold and harsh, it is daunting.

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  In other words, why are you all so excited when it comes to living together.

  Someone actually asked me when to drive...

I:…

  Girls, hold on, don’t just think about the ones that are there or not.

  Am I the kind of person who can drive casually? [Cover your face and run away]

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   Guess what cousin is going to do with San Ye at midnight

   Threaten him, or talk to him?

  (End of this chapter)