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

Brocade Capital

Fu Shen Room

The two were sitting and talking intimately, but Song Fengwan's cell phone vibrated untimely, and they glanced at each other.

"Accept?" Fu Chen smiled.

Song Fengwan bit his lips tightly, "Take my phone, I'm afraid it belongs to my cousin."

As soon as I heard about Qiao Xiyan, it was as if it was cold in winter, and more than half of the charm disappeared.

Fu Chen helped her take out the phone, and the caller ID: [Big Cousin].

It really belongs to Josiyan.

Song Fengwan straightened up, cleared his throat, and then answered the phone, "Hello, cousin—"

"Have you gone back? I just finished taking inventory here. If you haven't left yet, I'll pick you up over there." Qiao Xiyan's voice was heavy and cold.

"No, I've already gone back." Song Fengwan said hastily.

"Are you in the dormitory?"

"yes."

"So quiet?" Qiao Xiyan hung up the hands-free phone and controlled the steering wheel with his fingers. He was driving towards the No. 9 mansion. When he learned that she was going back, he thought about turning the car back to Yishui community this time.

"The roommates are all asleep."

"Then I won't bother you. Go to bed early. I drank a lot tonight. If you feel uncomfortable, I'll give you some anti-alcoholic medicine."

"No, I undressed and went to sleep."

When Song Fengwan answered the phone, Fu Chen took out his coat from the closet, wrapped it around her body, and went directly to the bathroom.

The Qiao family's father and son will leave tomorrow, and they will definitely have the last meal with Song Fengwan. It will not be too late to get close to them after they leave. The main reason is that when Fu Chen heard about Qiao Xiyan, he thought of the green brick he gave today...

The back is a little chilly.

After making a phone call, Song Fengwan went to take a shower, and when she came out...

Fu Chen seemed to have washed it in other rooms as well. There was milk on the table, and he was playing with the paintings she sent during the day, as if wondering where to hang them.

Song Fengwan drew him an oil painting of a winter scene, the coloring was very bright, his room was in a cooler tone, it seemed to have changed the style of the whole room when it was hung, but it also complemented each other.

"You want to hang here?" Song Fengwan picked up the milk and took two sips.

"Not good-looking?"

"It will be seen."

"No one will come to my room."

...

After Fu Chen hung up the painting, it was almost twelve o'clock. Song Fengwan got into his arms and said before going to sleep, "Happy birthday."

Fu Chen kissed her forehead.

After having her, the birthdays of the past two years have been very happy.

**

Qiao's father and son planned to have lunch before leaving. Song Fengwan originally wanted to get up early in the morning and go back to the dormitory, so that no one would notice.

But some things often don't go as smoothly as expected.

Qiao Xiyan got up early in the morning to pack her luggage. He thought that Song Fengwan drank a lot of wine yesterday, bought breakfast for her, and brought some hangover medicine to deliver to her.

But no one answered her cell phone, so Qiao Xiyan had no choice but to call her roommate.

It was just past seven in the morning, and Hu Xinyue was still a little dazed when she saw the caller ID, and then looked at Song Fengwan's bed. She didn't come back yesterday, "Hello, Mr. Qiao..."

When she was in school, Qiao Xiyan invited her to dinner, and added her contact information at that time, just hoping that Hu Xinyue would notify Song Fengwan of any emergency, and this was the first time the two talked on the phone.

"Sorry to disturb you so early."

"Don't disturb, don't disturb!" This is her idol's grandson, Hu Xinyue got out of the quilt, and she became sober.

"Can you call Wanwan for me? I'm downstairs in your dormitory."

"Wanwan..." Hu Xinyue just woke up, her head was a little dizzy, and she blurted out that...

"She didn't come back last night?"

"What did you say?" Qiao Xiyan squeezed the convenience bag in his hand.

"I……"

Hu Xinyue immediately realized that something might have happened to her, but...

Song Fengwan is not in the dormitory at the moment, she has no way to call Song Fengwan out, there is no way to hide this matter.

"Sorry, I didn't hear what you said just now, can you say it again?" Qiao Xiyan clenched his fingers tightly, isn't he in the dormitory?

"Xinyue..." Because it was the weekend, Miao Yating didn't get up, and was woken up by the noise, turned over and looked at Hu Xinyue, "What's the matter? Who's calling?"

Hu Xinyue almost cried.

Fuck!

the fat is in the fire!

This chapter is so difficult to write, my mother has been wandering around my room looking for things, I...o(╥﹏╥)o

Why am I writing this as a single dog

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Third Master, is your skin taut?