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

  Chapter 44 Can't Take It

  Fu Shen had already picked up a room for Song Fengwan to paint. After class was over at ten, she packed her things and went home.

   "The wind is late, it's early to go back today." The teacher Gao Xue wiped her hands and smiled. After half a month of contact, she probably knew the situation of the girl in front of her.

  Family background is well-off, food and clothing cannot be said to be the best, some of them are also not affordable by ordinary people, low-key temperament, and particularly hardworking.

  The students who gathered here were all to raise the art test scores as a surprise. Many of them were sent by their parents, who gave her red envelopes as gifts, but she had never seen any of Song Fengwan’s elders.

   "Well, it's too cold at night, I want to go home early." Naturally, Song Fengwan wouldn't explain so much to her, so he packed up and said hello and left first.

  There are many electric cars or cars parked outside the painting room, most of which are picked up by parents.

   "...it's cold outside, let you wear more clothes to go out and you must be disobedient. I bought you a cup of bean curd on the way and covered your hands."

   "I don't like this, I told you not to buy it!"

  "Warm your hands if you don’t eat. When I look back, I’ll eat. Are you hungry after studying for so long? I’ll take you to eat something before going back..."

  A pair of mother and daughter drove past her on an electric bike.

  The autumn wind is chilly, Song Fengwan gritted his teeth and his chest was so tight that he couldn't breathe.

  She took a quick turn, and suddenly saw a man in white clothes beckoning to herself with a smile. The fox eyes under the light were narrowed into a thin line, sly and harmless.

   "Miss Song, San Ye asked us to pick you up." Shi Fang had already copied her photo clip when she didn't respond.

   "Too much trouble to you." Song Feng Wan Yuguang caught a glimpse of the black-clothed man standing beside her, completely cold, as if wrapped in frost, and didn't even look at her from beginning to end.

  "You are welcome, you should, get in the car quickly, it's strangely cold outside." This is also the first time Shi Fang has come into contact with Song Fengwan.

  Same as Uncle Nian said, clever and polite, without any pretensions.

  Song Fengwan got into the car, Shifang helped her put the picture clip and closed the car door before looking straight at the man in front of him.

   "Lao Jiang, she is a little girl, can you please stop putting on a stinky face and scare her to death?"

  Qianjiang twisted his eyebrows, his face has always been like this, and he didn't look scared.

   Shi Fang lowered his voice and leaned forward, "This will be our wife from now on. Let's make a good relationship first. You can laugh at someone anyway."

  Qian Jiang pursed his mouth and twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a slightly tragic smile.

  The corners of his mouth twitched twice.

   "Don't laugh anymore, it's more scary."

  "Have you been beaten on your face, your expression is out of control? I make you smile so terrifying."

   "Just your face, this special beauty camera can't save it."

  ……

  Qianjiang sat directly in the driving seat, too lazy to pay attention to someone who was still chattering.

  Fu's family members are very taciturn, and it is rare to encounter a conversation. Song Fengwan was talking about him along the way, and the depression in his heart seemed to have disappeared a lot.

   "Miss Song, it's a bit cold outside, do you want to turn on the heating?" Shi Fang sat in the co-pilot and turned to look at Song Fengwan.

   "No, I'll be here soon."

  "My name is Shifang, and this **** guy is Qianjiang when driving. He is born with such a dead face. Don't be afraid. If you don't mind, you can call us brother."

   "Hmm." Song Fengwan smiled.

  The **** man who had been silent and speechless finally moved his lips, "Brother? Are you looking for death."

  His voice is just like him.

  Dry and rough.

  Brother?

  Where did he put San Ye?

  It is clear that you want to take advantage of Sanye? As for San Ye's indispensable temperament, it is not as fruity as he is.

  Song Fengwan bit his lip, don’t understand what the **** guy means? Can't you call brother? Is it uncle?

  **

  When the three of them arrived home, Fu Chen was still sitting in the living room.

  Song Fengwan curled his eyebrows: This Fu Sanye is really strange, what kind of news broadcast will you watch in the middle of the night?

  "Come back? Come and eat something." Uncle Nian greeted Song Feng to pass by.

   "San Ye, I have finished eating, let's start." Song Fengwan did not forget to make an appointment with Fu Shen to do her model sketching tonight.

   "Then I will go up first." Fu Chen got up and went back to the room.

  He has to prepare.

  Song Feng ate two bites quickly in the evening, and then he held the picture folder upstairs, for fear that Fu Chen would be anxious.

  When she entered the right-most room on the second floor, Fu Shen did not arrive. The room was very tidy. There were still a few paintings on the wall. The yellow wallpaper glowed warmly under the yellow light.

  Easel and drawing tools are also readily available.

   Taking advantage of Fu Shen's arrival, Song Feng's evening had done all the preparatory work and waited quietly.

  In just two or three minutes, the door was pushed.

  Song Fengwan went silly directly.

  He was wearing a knee-length white bathrobe with a white belt tied around his lean waist. As he walked, his neckline opened slightly, revealing a small white muscle with a clear texture.

   Holding a towel in his hand, wiping his hair freely, sitting directly on the small sofa not far from Song Fengwan.

  "What do I need me to do?" He hung the towel around his neck, with water dripping from the ends of his hair, and the clear drops of water rolled down his forehead and cheeks, along his neck, collarbone...

   keep going down.

  Slid an inch across his skin, the water stain seemed to be magical, and it was on fire. Song Fengwan's face was flushed from being burnt.

  He...

  Why do you dress like this?

   "Why don't you speak? What do I need to do, how far away is suitable..." Seeing her in a daze, Fu Chen got up and leaned over, "Is it more convenient to get closer?"

  His breath was a little cold, and it fell on her face, but it turned into a wave of heat.

  Song Fengwan's heart thumped, and he was about to break the watch, and the roots of his ears were all red.

  Fu Shen squinted her eyes, suddenly stretched out her hand and pinched her earlobe...

   is soft and hot.

   "You..." Song Fengwan was sitting on a stool, and was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

   "The face is so red and the ears are so hot?"

   "No!" Song Fengwan was so frightened, why he always came over suddenly.

  Fu Shen suddenly smiled, that kind of distance...

  It seems that as soon as he lowers his head, he can...

   Kiss her.

  Song Fengwan really felt that he was on the verge of dying, and his throat was hot with smoke.

  "I see the plaster models in your studio. Many of them are naked..." Fu Chen's voice was clear, with a gorgeous ending, and people's hearts trembled.

   "You don't need to take off your clothes. Just sit down. I am now learning to draw human faces."

  Where did she have the courage to let Fu Chen undress.

   "Then what kind of distance is appropriate, and is it clearer if it is closer?"

   "No, you just sit there, just feel free." Song Fengwan bit his lip.

  Yu Guang glanced at the small piece of skin exposed by Fu Chen, with well-proportioned muscles and smooth lines, and his whole body was still exuding heat.

  Like a heat wave hitting the face, one after another, making people upset.

  It's dying!

  San Ye, you are so good at teasing, do your parents know? Draw a picture later, you are ready to be a ghost!

  It’s too late to stand up.

  I can’t stand it anymore [cover my face]

  San Ye: Not for you, close your eyes!

I:……

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  (End of this chapter)