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

  Chapter 30 San Ye Taste: Dressed Too Showy

  After Song Feng returned to the house late, lying on the bed tossing and turning, and briefly talking on the phone with his parents, he received a call from Qiao Xiyan at about 10:30.

   "Cousin." Her voice was a little dull, "Are you home?"

   "Hmm." Josie Yan had just arrived home and hadn't entered the door yet, and was leaning against the car smoking a cigarette, "How are you? Are you still used to it?"

  Song Fengwan bit her lip tightly, recalling the feeling of Fu Chen sticking over.

  Tighten her all over again.

  The warmth that fell in my ears was numb all the way to the bottom of my heart.

  Now the memories are still trembling with nerves.

"Although the third master has a weird temperament, the children taught by Old Master Fu will definitely not have bad character. Don't cause trouble to him. Be obedient in everything. Don't confront him. Nothing will happen." He smoked for days. The running around made him a little bit tired.

  Song Fengwan just wants to cry, how can you obey?

  He wants to take advantage of himself, but he has to be obedient?

  When Fu Shen leaned over, except for holding his hand, he didn't cross over half a point, and he didn't even wipe the corners of his clothes, so serious.

  Song Fengwan feels that he is thinking too much.

  Fu Shen, what kind of beauty did not see, how could he be interested in his underage?

   "If there is something wrong, call me, I will communicate with the Fu family to solve it, don't be bored alone." Qiao Xiyan felt sorry for this cousin even more when he thought of what happened to the Song family.

  Song Feng responded late, and the two chatted for a few more words before going to bed. It was another sleepless night.

  **

  Next day

  Song Feng reported to the school at eight o’clock in the evening, and he didn’t sleep well last night and didn’t wake up early.

  When she went downstairs, Fu Chen was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper, Fu Xinhan was lying at his feet, leaning his head against his shoes so docilely, Yu Guang caught her down, and his eyes sank a little.

  The school uniform was delivered yesterday. It was a thick black and white dress with half of the legs exposed and slim gray.

  Because it’s autumn, it’s cold in the morning and evening, she deliberately wears a long sweater coat, but those legs are still so dazzling.

   Fu Shen's eyes were dull.

  What kind of clothes are you wearing!

  The current school uniforms of students are so exposed?

  Fu Xinhan watched Song Feng go downstairs, and immediately squatted up, wagging his tail, looking at her with expectation.

  He doesn’t know what he’s done recently. The owner always threatens him, and some people want his puppy to die for some reason. Song Fengwan is the best, and he will give him a smooth hair.

   "Fu Xinhan." Song Feng waved at it late.

  Fu Xinhan moved her foot and looked at Fu Shen grievously.

  Someone squinted, "Go, don't catch anyone, or you will have no food today."

  Although dogs regularly repair their claws, their claws are still a bit sharp. Song Fengwan’s legs are not covered. After all, Fu Xinhan is a dog. He rushes to scratch and has no idea. The original intention is to fight with you.

  Fu Xinhan hurriedly rushed towards Song Fengwan. In order to avoid catching her skin, he jumped up and pounced on her skirt. Two paw prints were immediately printed by it on the black skirt.

  It keeps up, holding on to her skirt and trying to get close to her, the result is...

  Song Fengwan’s skirt was completely dirty, and even the thread was pulled out by its claws.

   "I..." Song Fengwan wanted to cry without tears.

   "Woo-" Fu Xinhan realized that she had made a mistake, and squatted in front of her, not daring to lean over.

  Turned his head and glanced at Fu Shen.

  Will it be life-threatening?

   "Forget it, it's okay, I'll change my clothes again." The girl couldn't see the pitiful appearance of the little animal, and she touched its head, smoothly soothing.

   "It's pretty cold, let's wear pants." Fu Chen said at the right time.

  Song Feng nodded late and went upstairs again.

   "Wow—" Fu Xinhan turned to look at Fu Chen, for fear that he would be angry again.

  Fu Shen picked up the beef strips placed on one side, "Come here."

  Fu Xinhan lay on the ground, not daring to move for a long time.

  Why is he smiling so strangely at himself, is it possible to poison the dog?

   "What are you doing, come here." Fu Chen twisted his eyebrows.

  Fu Xinhan spread his hoofs and ran over, Fu Chen gave him a small box of beef strips, and touched his dog's head by the way, "Good performance, add food today."

   Fu Xinhan was completely confused.

  It’s hard to be a dog.

  **

  Song Fengwan went downstairs again, already changed a pair of black trousers, Fu Chen was only slightly satisfied.

  After a simple breakfast, she was about to go to school, "San Ye, then I will go first."

  The school is away from the capital of Yunjin, where Fu Chen lives, and it’s just over ten minutes' walk, which is just the right time to eliminate food.

   "I will send you." Fu Chen wiped the corners of his mouth and got up directly.

   "No, I can just walk over. I have been optimistic about the route with my cousin before."

  "I'll drop by to the company." Fu Chen has never tolerated rebuttals.

  Song Fengwan had no choice but to get into his car according to Yan.

Song Fengwan was reciting English words with his head down. Fu Shen Yuguang glanced at it. On the big vocabulary book, each word is marked with semantic usage, grammatical features, and neat handwriting. It can be seen that she has learned quite well. Work hard.

  In fact, many children who are a little rich and powerful at home do not study hard.

  The family has already helped them find a way out. After graduating from high school, going abroad for gilding, and coming back to inherit the family business, there is no need to worry about anything.

  Fu Shenming looked at her, and a smile slowly conjured up at the corner of his mouth.

  The car did not stop at the entrance of the school, but stopped at an intersection. After all, Fu Chen's license plate was too ostentatious.

  After Song Feng got off the bus late, Fu Shen ordered the driver to go home.

   "San Ye, not going to the company?"

  "What's your dissatisfaction?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

   "No." The driver hurriedly turned the front of the car.

  Actually, Beijing No. 2 Middle School is in the east of the city, and Fu Shen's company is in the north of the city. It's a ghost on the way. And since Song Feng came over late, Fu Shen has not been to the company, so he gave himself a holiday.

  In recent years, San Ye has indeed been pure-hearted and has little desire to take care of the company, but as long as he is in the capital, he always spends half a day in the company to process documents.

  Now the company doesn’t need it anymore, it should be placed in ancient times, it is a typical faint monarch who wants beauty not to be a country.

  Fu Shen's phone vibrated before the car arrived home.

  He connected, "Hello".

   "Fu San, there was something I forgot to tell you yesterday."

"Say."

   "Will you give me some sweetness?"

   "I'm hanging up." Fu Chen really hung up the phone as he said.

  The person opposite is stunned, I rely on it, it’s really bad!

  He made another call and yelled as soon as he connected.

   "You can't beg me once, if you say it, just hang up. Have you considered how I feel? You got me angry early in the morning..."

  "Beep—beep—" the phone cuts off again.

   "Mom sells batches, Fu Chen, you are so good." He had no choice but to take Fu Chen.

  Call again.

   "If I have something to say, I will hang up if I don't say it." Fu Chen didn't have time to accompany him in circles.

   "You and your little girl went to my place for dinner yesterday, and someone asked her. Do you want to know who it is? You beg me, I'll tell you." Someone laughed awkwardly.

  Fu Shen Qingchao, "Not a little girl."

   "Huh?" Someone didn't respond.

  "She will be your sister-in-law in the future." Fu Chen hung up after speaking.

  Someone is stupid. This person has hung up his phone three times, so the thief is so angry.

  No one catches it, but the sister-in-law? Who gives you the face.

  Fu Shen hung up the phone and instructed the co-driver, "Check the person who inquired about her at the farmhouse yesterday."

The co-pilot nodded, Fu Chen didn't say anything, he also knew that it must be about Song Fengwan.

  It took only five or six minutes to find out who it was. Fu Chen's eyes were cold and cold.

   is really wicked.

  The third master is too dark. Hey, you have the ability to tell people directly that she should not wear a skirt. What kind of ability to use Fu Xinhan.

  Anonymous male partner: Damn, why even a dog has a name? I don’t even have a surname, protest!

  San Ye: The supporting role needs a name?

  Unnamed male match:...

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