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

  Chapter 42 San Ye sultry, ran away late (2 more)

  Model?

  Song Fengwan stopped Dog Shunmao’s fingers. The teacher asked her to be an acquaintance around her, and she was also worried about this matter.

   "Yes, I don't know Uncle Nian..." Where did she dare to find Fu Shen, and immediately turned her gaze to Uncle Nian.

  Uncle Nian smiled calmly, “Don’t make fun of me. I have old arms and legs. It hurts to stand a little longer. How can I be a model for you? San Ye is fine every day. You might as well look for him.”

   "I..." Song Fengwan looked around. There were still many people in the house just now, and they all disappeared at this moment.

  Everyone is not a fool.

  I don’t leave now, if Song Fengwan’s eyes are on him, it’s not dead.

  She glanced at Fu Shen, "San Ye should be very busy at ordinary times, I'll look for someone else."

   "I'm not busy these days." Fu Chen's tone was light, "When will you start painting?"

   "Let's start tomorrow night."

   "Then I will wait for you at home." Fu Chen directly finalized the matter.

  Song Fengwan's mind is a little dizzy, things are set too fast, when is she sure to let Fu Chen be a model?

  However, San Ye is not as unkind as he might have imagined. He is helpful and enthusiastic.

  In this case, Fu Chen can justly wait for her to go home every night, and the two can be alone for a while.

  Song Fengwan: "I try to be as fast as possible, and it won't delay you too much time."

   "I have a lot of time, so I'm not in a hurry."

  "Okay, come over and drink the soup, it will be cold if you don't drink the chicken soup." Uncle Nian greeted Song Feng, "San Ye, there are a lot of soup, you can also have a bowl."

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  In the past, only Fu Shen was eating at the table. Now there are more people. Two white porcelain bowls are placed in one place. The two sit together. The whole house is full of smoke and fire.

  They didn’t talk much, and they drank their soup quietly.

  Fu Shen has no habit of eating late-night snacks, let alone drinking chicken soup.

  As long as someone in his family is pregnant, the old lady always likes to stew chicken soup, and feed him everything he can drink. Fu Chen is afraid of drinking it.

After taking two sips, Yu Guang kept staring at Song Fengwan.

  Fu Xinhan has been lying quietly on the side, widening his eyes, staring at the interaction between the two, it seems to see something...

  Certainly, Fu Chen shot him coldly.

  It trembled, and hurriedly moved to Song Fengwan's side. She freed her hand to touch it, and a certain dog immediately grinned and shook her head and tail.

   Fu lowered his eyes: stupid dog.

  The chicken soup is very fragrant. Fu Xinhan wanted to eat it a long time ago, so she didn't dare to find Fu Chen, so she could only pester Song Fengwan.

   "Don't make trouble!" Song Fengwan couldn't drink the soup at all. The spoon reached her mouth, and it jumped up and grabbed her sleeves. The spoon was wiped from her mouth, and the chicken soup was sprinkled directly.

   "Fu Xinhan!" Fu Chen said calmly, "Give me a stop outside!"

   "Woo--" It definitely doesn't want to leave.

  Song Fengwan was pulling the tissue paper to wipe the spilled soup, and he ignored it for a while.

  Fu Xinhan also knew that he had done something wrong, so he headed out and walked out.

   "Miss Song, how about it? I didn't get it, Fu Xinhan is very gluttonous. When you tease it when you eat, it will pester you to eat." Uncle Nian explained.

   "It's okay." Song Fengwan lowered his head to check whether chicken soup was splashed on his body.

   "Let me take a look." Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

  When Song Fengwan looked up again, his pupils shrank slightly.

  When did he get so close?

  He has slender fingers. When he stretched it out, Song Feng had no time to dodge, his chin was provoked, and his breathing was so close...

  Hot heat will burn all of the skin.

   "It doesn't seem to be burned." His breath is very light, his lips are thin, and his lips are terribly beautiful.

  At this distance, his breath is pervasive, and it surrounds her, making people feel trembling.

  He vomited every word, and his tone was very slow. Every time his breath fell on her face, it seemed to hit her chest, which was suffocating.

  His eyes seem to have starlight under the light. They are deep and strong, and can drown people in them.

  Song Fengwan shrank back, pulling away from his control.

   "Nothing is hot, I'm ready to drink, and go upstairs first." Song Feng got up at night and walked upstairs, his steps flustered.

  Fu Shen stared at her back, knowing that she disappeared from sight, and then lowered his head and rubbed his fingers...

  The feeling of just starting.

   is slippery.

  Very tender.

  Her face...

  It's a bit hot.

  He gave a muffled smile.

  "Don't collect things, go to bed early." Fu Chen went back to the room directly after talking to Uncle Nian.

  Uncle Nian smiled with relief, and finally saw Fu Chen marrying a wife and having children in his lifetime.

  The group of people hiding in the dark and peeping out was completely dazed. This chicken soup is really poisonous.

  Everyone went back to their rooms to rest, and completely forgot the dog who was still standing outside the door.

  Fu Xinhan sneezed a few times, then shrank his neck and leaned against the wall: The autumn wind is so cold, the dog is about to freeze to death.

  San Ye, you are so late, it's really too much!

  San Ye: resentment from a single dog.

  Me: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻rolling thick——

  Fu Xinhan: Does anyone remember me? Naively cold...

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  The new month starts from the addition, haha, the new month, everyone should continue to support me, refill~

  (End of this chapter)