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

  Chapter 24 San Ye vs Cousin, Threatening Choking

   Fu Chen looked calmly at Qiao Xiyan, "Wait a minute."

   "I'm waiting for you in the yard." Qiao Xiyan nodded, looking at the legendary Fu Sanye unintentionally.

  A man was born too exquisite, even his fingers are pure and bright white.

  It's like the good warm jade he polished, well-proportioned and slender, and every inch is just right.

  Sure enough, it is pampering.

   "Okay." Fu Chen said, closing the door and entering the house.

  He anticipated that Qiao Xiyan would come to him, and he would be able to send Song Fengwan personally. If he didn't tell him, it would be impossible.

  **

When Fu Chen arrived in the yard, Qiao Xiyan was standing under a street lamp smoking a cigarette, and the blue smoke curled up from his fingertips, covering him in a faint fog. He heard the movement and glanced at him. .

  His eyes were as deep as the sea, and he watched Fu Chen walk in, threw the cigarette **** to the ground, and lifted his foot to crush it.

  Fu Shen does not smoke or drink, as everyone knows.

   "What do you want to chat with me?" Fu Chen's voice was very smooth.

  "It’s mainly to talk about the night and night things. I am afraid that it will be more troublesome for Sanye during this time." For his cousin, Qiao Xiyan's tone is rarely soothed, and he is usually extremely cold and compelling.

"Ok."

  "Be good late and I shouldn’t cause you trouble. If you really do something, please forgive me and don’t care about a child."

  He has a weird personality, Qiao Xiyan is also worried about leaving, Fu Chen will bully his cousin.

  Fu lowered his eyebrows, and said lightly, "It depends on the situation."

  Josie frowned, she was as difficult as the rumors said, and she was too lazy to say any polite words on the scene.

   "San Ye is also a well-known figure in the capital, I believe you will not embarrass a little girl." Qiao Xiyan was not a soft persimmon, and his throat sank.

   "If she really did something, she was over-stimulated recently. After all, a lot of things have happened recently..."

   "Who is the culprit, San Ye, you also know."

   Fu Shen's head tilted, his eyes collided with Qiao Xiyan.

  He was born with a demon-like appearance, usually gentle, the sudden burst of coldness is more bleak and cold than the autumn night wind.

  In just a moment, it was the vigorous and proud Fu Sanye again.

   "Mr. Joe is beating me to warn me?"

  Otherwise, how could you deliberately mention Fu Yuxiu.

  Qiao Xiyan just smiled, "I only hope that the third master will be more tolerant of the night, and I can't control the attitude of the Song family."

  "Although we don’t have many family members in Joe, you should have heard of our famous lunatic short-term protection. I am just an aunt and a cousin in the evening."

   "I can bear bullying. If anyone bullies her, he is the king of heaven..."

   "I won't let it go."

  He lifted his foot, smashed the cigarette **** under his foot twice, and looked directly at Fu Chen, without the slightest timidity. The strength and the look in his eyes were inexplicably a little...

   Relentless.

  Fu Shen Qingchao, "I didn't bully minors."

  He said that even if he promised to tolerate Song Feng, it was too late.

  Qiao Xiyan got a satisfactory answer, and then stopped ravaging the cigarette butts under her feet, “Thank you Sanye for hosting tonight. I drove for a day, and I’m back to the house first. You also have to rest early.”

  Fu Shen nodded, watching Qiao Xiyan leave.

  No one came out from the dark until the news from his back.

   "San Ye, this Josie is too courageous, dare to threaten you face to face?" They were stupid hiding in the dark.

  This is the provocation of naked Hong Guoguo. Haven't seen anyone who dares to choke with San Ye?

  I am too brave.

  Fu Shen was not angry, but smiled, "Very funny."

  Interesting?

  Everyone is stupid again.

  Before this had to be changed, San Ye must have been angry a long time ago, but now he is laughing? Is it because of Miss Song's face?

  Color fascinated?

  Sure enough, the beauty is misleading.

  Where is Fu Shen as superficial as they thought, he was just deliberately testing Qiao Xiyan to see what he did for Song Feng's party.

  If the deterrence in his eyes just made him retreat timidly, he would not put him in his eyes at all.

  Some people always say that Qiao’s family goes down the mountain at sunset, and I’m afraid they have miscalculated this Qiao’s Shaodong.

  **

  The first night Song Feng stayed at Fu Shen’s house, there was no wind and no waves. After drinking the sober and tranquilizing soup specially delivered by Uncle Nian, he fell asleep peacefully.

  Perhaps it is too tiring to drive a car during the day, and there is no dream all night.

  When she woke up the next day, the sky was bright, and when she first arrived, she did not dare to sleep in, so she simply washed and went downstairs.

  In this year, if it’s okay, few children are willing to get up early. Song Feng wakes up so early late, which surprised Uncle Nian, and his love for her increased a bit.

  Sanye really had a good vision.

   "Uncle Nian is early." After all, she is not her own home, and she still feels a little restrained and uncomfortable.

   "Why doesn't Miss Song sleep more." Uncle Nian smiled.

   "Can't sleep, cousin hasn't woken up yet?" She subconsciously looked for the closest person.

  "Not yet, but the third master is up, do you want to say hello?" Uncle Nian was very kind.

  "Will it be inconvenient?" Song Fengwan actually didn't want to be alone with Fu Chen. She had a spring dream about picking up his clothes yesterday. Where would you dare to see him?

   "No, Sanye will copy the scriptures in the small study every morning. I will take you there."

  Song Fengwan could not escape, so he could only follow him to the small study room.

  Uncle Nian could tell early in the morning that Song Feng was young in his later years, and his love was still unreliable. Now he is the third master of his own enthusiasm, and he must do his best to match up.

  Song Fengwan followed him through several flower corridors, and soon arrived at the door of the small study.

  "San Ye?" Uncle Nian knocked on the door.

   "Come in." His voice was a bit muffled across the door.

  Uncle Nian opened the door and staggered, "Miss Song is up, and I want to come over and say hello to you, so I will bring her."

  Song Fengwan blinked innocently, how come she wanted to come over, obviously he suggested it.

  Fu Shen held a small Ye Zhennan brush, and copied the Buddhist scriptures with his head down, his expression was focused, and his posture was straight, like a green pine.

  On the phoebe wooden table, a Buddhist scripture, a stack of rice paper, a pen holder, a weight, a bronze incense burner, a thread of incense leaking from the filter, the morning breeze, silk strands, a room of sandalwood.

  On the other side of the table, there is an old phonograph, which is playing a babbling opera.

   "San Ye early." Song Fengwan bit his head and walked in, copying the scriptures and listening to the drama. He was only in his twenties, so how could he live like an old man.

   "Yeah." Fu Chen lifted his pen, wrapped the ink and swished a little, freehand.

  Song Fengwan stepped on tiptoe and glanced at the Buddhist scriptures copied in front of him. This word...

   is so beautiful.

  At this moment, she also heard that Fu Shenfang’s Kunqu Opera "Peony Pavilion".

  Song Fengwan didn’t study Chinese opera, but Qiao’s ancestor lived in Wu Su, where Kunqu opera was popular. She heard her grandfather hum and sang when she was a child, and she still had an impression of words and sentences.

  At this time, I was singing the most famous "Dream of the Garden"...

   "...I loosen the collar button with you, and the clothes are wide."

   "I will wait for you to be patient and sleep for a while..."

   "... Seeing you, cuddling with each other slowly, I can't wait to join you like a fleshy piece."

  This paragraph was meant to be a spring dream. Song Fengwan suddenly remembered the scene of himself pressing Fu Chen under his body and tearing his clothes, and his face was instantly flushed.

   "Why are you blushing? Uncomfortable?" The voice came from the top of his head. When Song Feng raised his head in the evening, Fu Chen didn't know when he would stand in front of her, and he was looking down at her.

  The warm breathing was not light nor heavy on her face, hot like a heat wave.

  She blushed harder.

  Too close...

   is terrible.

  Haha, I’m not sure who left me a message and said that my cousin will come out all at once, and there are countless fans, haha...

  San Ye, please remember your promise to your cousin and don’t bully minors.

  San Ye: I will only cherish her.

  Cousin:...

  The setting of Qiao’s ancestral home in the article is the one in Suzhou. There is indeed such a section in Kunqu Opera "Dream of the Garden". Someone should have seen [face cover], quite classic

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