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

  Chapter 6 San Ye: Get closer to me

  Song Fengwan just took out her mobile phone from her bag and was about to call the driver and ask him to pick him up. He didn't notice that a car rushed past, and the splashing rain fell half of her body.

   "I drive such a fast car on a rainy day." Song Fengwan gritted his teeth with anger, lowered his head and wiped the water stains on the phone screen, but a pair of black men's leather shoes appeared in his eyes, ironing suit pants...

  The person was very close to him, because he was holding an umbrella and shrouded her in a dark shadow.

   "Miss Song." His voice was in the rain, elegant and calm.

  "San Ye?" Song Feng looked up in the evening, a trace of astonishment flashed across her eyes. She had never thought that she would meet him here.

  Fu Chen had a very good skin appearance, with fairy bones and monsters, and his pupils were deeper and more profound than ordinary people, and they were quenched with a soft light, like the shining galaxy in the night sky, flowing brilliantly.

  He is not wearing black today, but black suit pants with a white shirt, and his height and temperament are exceptionally superior.

  It seems that the spring flowers are gorgeous, and the winter plum is cold and lonely, so delicate and elegant to the bone.

   "Why are you here?" Fu Chen calmly moved the umbrella towards her.

  Yuncheng No. 1 Middle School is on the road in front. It is time for school. In order to stagger the flow of people, Fu Chen's driver chose to go from the back road. It was an accident to encounter Song Fengwan.

   "Something." Song Fengwan didn't mention Fu Yuxiu directly.

  "Where are you going? I'll see you." He spoke politely, like a kind elder.

  Song Fengwan wanted to wait for the rain to stop or wait for the driver at home to come, but the rain was getting stronger and the cool breeze started. Her clothes were already half wet. Waiting for ten to twenty minutes, she would definitely catch a cold.

   "Thank you Sanye." Song Fengwan never wronged herself.

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  In the car on the other side, several people were lying on the side of the car, staring at the two people coming out from under the eaves of the corridor and preparing to cross the road.

   "When did our third master start to care about people?"

   "As an elder, it is normal to be considerate of the younger generation."

   "Except for the old lady, he is not even considerate of the old man, he is normal and a ghost."

   "Will San Ye be..."

  There is silence in the car

"How could it be possible that our third master is notoriously dissatisfied with female sex, and is devoted to the Buddha, and this Miss Song almost became his niece and daughter-in-law, so much younger than him, the third master would not like this kind of stinky little girl. Right..."

  There was still no one in the car talking until one suddenly yelled.

   "Damn, San Ye won't really miss that. Let us find such a small mistress."

  At this moment, Fu Chen and Song Fengwan are holding an umbrella and are standing on the side of the zebra crossing waiting for the green light.

Song Fengwan is not familiar with Fu Shen, but he has heard a lot of rumors about him, and she admires and fears him in her heart. Knowing that he doesn't like contact with others, she carefully controls the distance between the two for fear of encountering him. Fu Chen's sleeves made him unhappy.

  He has a faint smell of sandalwood, mixed with the cold scent of rain, and he penetrates her body pervasively.

  "This year's senior year in high school?" Fu Chen tilted his head to look at her. The breath he exhaled, with warmth, fell on her face, wet and itchy.

  The vocal line is gentle and full of magnetism, and the gorgeous tail sounds with a trace of vibrato, which makes people's heart tingle.

   "Yeah." Song Fengwan was a little nervous for no reason. He only reached his chest, under an umbrella, there was an illusion that his whole body was enveloped in him.

   "Is there a lot of pressure to study?"

   "It's okay."

  "Are you afraid of me?" Fu Chen's eyes were simple and direct.

   "No." Song Fengwan was not afraid of him, but respected him.

Suddenly, Fu Chen moved half a step to Song Fengwan's side. The two were already very close. When he moved like this, their arms touched one place, one cold and one warm, one soft, and the other tough. Song Fengwan Hold your breath subconsciously.

   "The umbrella is not big..." He has a soft voice, "Get closer so that you won't get it rained."

   "Hmm." Song Fengwan jumped abruptly, not daring to move, his gaze was so straight as to look at the indicator light not far away.

  The red light turns to green, and the two people walk slowly to the other side of the road.

  It took only one minute from the road to the side of the car. The two did not speak. When they reached the side of the car, someone had already helped open the door.

   "Miss Song, please."

   "Thank you." Song Fengwan was not polite. He reached out his skirt and decided to get in the car.

  The people who followed Fu Chen were burly and sturdy. Several people stood by the car, giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

  Song Fengwan suddenly regretted it. She and Fu Shen were not familiar with each other. Before that, the communication between the two had not exceeded three sentences, which was similar to a stranger. Would it be dangerous to get on his car?

  And he gave birth to a cold face, she is a weak woman...

  Hesitating, she has already stepped into the car.

   "Miss Song?" One of them reminded in a low voice that the third master of their family was still standing in the rain, why she froze in the door of the car and couldn't get up.

  Song Fengwan was thinking about how to avoid getting in the car, the person's voice was loud and loud, and her heart jumped in shock.

  The sole of the shoe was a little slippery when it was stained with muddy water. As a result, when one stepped on it, the whole body was tilted and fell to the back.

I go!

  With such a heavy rain, can she still see people in the future after she fell?

  She subconsciously reached out to help the car door to stabilize her figure, but her shoulder hit a warm wall, and the smell of sandalwood came on her face, soft and clear, instantly wrapping her up.

  A slender and clear hand suddenly appeared on her waist, supporting her steadily, and she subconsciously reached out and grabbed that arm to stabilize her body.

  The person's generous fingers held her waist, restrained without losing strength.

  The warm palms were pressed against her abdomen, like a prairie fire, her whole body was a little hot, and she hurriedly withdrew her hands.

   "Be careful." Fu Chen's voice resounded from the top of her head, his fingers pulled away from her waist, his face was calm and open.

  He feels warm and moist, but his arms are flexible and strong, and he obviously exercises regularly.

   "Thank you Sanye."

  "Beware of slippery roads on rainy days." The tone is calm, just like an ordinary elder.

   "Hmm." Song Fengwan hurriedly got into the car.

  After she got on the car, she was reflecting on herself. She was such a kind and considerate elder. It rained and sent you kindly. You thought you got on the thief boat?

  It was originally that she was taken advantage of, but at this moment, she felt sorry for Fu Chen. He is a gentleman, but she should think of him like a villain.

  At this moment, Fu Chen outside the car tightened his fingers in a calm tone, and a very light arc was drawn in the corner of his mouth.

  Speaking of this girl’s waist, it’s all like this...

   Thin and soft?

  Have I said that although the third master is old, he is very suspicious. If you want to get closer to the person, just say it. The first time you meet in a formal way, you can touch someone’s waist. Are you okay? It's also pretended to be so good.

  San Ye: Remove the old words! Also... [Get closer] I did say this directly.

I:…

  In the evening, you have to trust your instincts. A woman’s sixth sense is the most accurate. You really got on the thief boat. An old man is not at ease...

  Late night:...

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  Me: San Ye let everyone collect and leave comments~

  San Ye: I didn’t say that.

  Me: ...if you interact with readers more, people will love you!

  San Ye: I don’t say, people love me too.

I:…

  (End of this chapter)