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

  Chapter 7 A serious molesting, digging holes and jumping on your own

  As soon as Song Feng got into the car in the evening, he did not dare to move.

  She and Fu Chen are sitting side by side, the distance between them can almost block two people.

  He leaned against his body, a white shirt with a stand-up collar, and a delicate collarbone faintly visible. He lowered his eyebrows and raised his hand to brush off the water drops on his clothes, his movements were delicate and elegant.

  Because it was raining, the light outside was dim, and the heater was turned on in the car, the water was dazzling, and his side had a sense of depression.

  Just because he looks like this, he is top-notch in the entertainment circle where handsome men gather. No wonder he always hears people say that many celebrities in the capital seek life and death for him, and they are overwhelmed.

   "Miss Song?" The man in the co-driver took out a box of tissues from the secret compartment of the car and handed it over, but he watched Song Fengwan staring at his third master in a daze.

  Song Fengwan looked a little surprised, was caught off guard and collided with Fu Chen's line of sight, and immediately became guilty of being a thief.

  The corner of Fu Shen's mouth evoked an arc instead.

   "Miss Song, tissue." The man reminded again.

   "Thank you." Song Fengwan hurriedly took the tissue, lowered his head and kept wiping his face, consciously losing his mind, so he didn't dare to see Fu Shen again.

   "Where?" Fu Chen's voice was deliberately low, as if there was reverberation in the small carriage.

  "Oriental Studio in the west of the city." She hung her head, pulling on the tissue, and began to wipe her arms and legs.

  Before, a car galloped past her, and the splashed cement stains still stuck to her legs. The school uniform skirt was wetted by rain, making the curve of her legs more slender.

  The legs are gray and a little dazzling.

  Fu Shen glanced, his eyes dimmed a little, and he calmly looked away.

  **

  Neither of them said a word before arriving at the studio.

"Stop here." When the car arrived at an intersection, Song Fengwan opened his mouth. "There is a one-way street. If you go in, you have to make a circle to get out. Just let me go here. "

  The driver pulled over and parked the car.

  Song Fengwan got in the car first. She was on the left. When there was a car running over there, she didn't dare to open the door easily, so she looked up at Fu Chen.

  But this person sat in the position, but he didn't respond.

  Just as she was about to speak, Fu Chen pushed the door and got out of the car.

The man in the co-driver hurriedly got out of the car to help him with an umbrella.

  When Song Feng got out of the car at night, there was still a drizzle outside. She was standing under the umbrella, only two fists away from Fu Chen.

   "San Ye, thank you today, and I will invite you to dinner next day." Song Feng gave birth to a pair of phoenix eyes, smiling slightly, like a little fox.

   "Hmm." Fu Chen replied.

   "Then I..." Song Fengwan pointed to the studio not far away, planning to leave first.

  Fu Shen suddenly turned around and took out a black windbreaker jacket from the car, shaking his fingers, Song Fengwan did not recover, and the clothes had fallen on her body.

  The dress is very long, covering all her skirts, only revealing a white and tender calf.

"San Ye..." Song Fengwan was again wrapped in the inexplicable scent of sandalwood. His clothes were warm and dry. His fingertips glided across the neckline, seemingly inadvertently brushing her neck, causing her skin to tremble and hair. hemp.

   "It's cold."

   "Thank you, but this dress..."

  "Please pay me back next time you invite me to dinner." Fu Chen took it for granted.

  Song Fengwan felt a little bit in her heart.

  She just said that it was a polite remark. Fu Chen lived in the capital for a long time, and he would certainly not stay long in Yuncheng. How could she have time to eat with herself? She just said something polite. Don’t everyone talk like that?

  Where did you ever want him and yourself to be true?

   "What's wrong?" Fu Chen's fingers were still on the collar of the windbreaker, and the distance between the two of them got closer.

  The hot and humid breath between his breath sprayed on her face, crisp and itchy.

   "It's okay." Song Fengwan said lightly, but he was really confused.

  "Take out the phone."

   "Huh?" Song Fengwan looked at him suspiciously, but obediently took out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to him.

  Because of the height difference, Song Fengwan walked on tiptoe to see that he had entered a series of numbers in his mobile phone, dialed and hung up, and handed it to her after the remarks were completed.

"my cellphone number."

  Song Fengwan took the phone stiffly with his fingers, "Yes."

  The phone fell in her hand like a hot potato. How dare she ask Fu Chen out for dinner? It really made a big hole for herself.

  Just when she put away the phone, she felt a group of dark shadows approaching, she raised her head subconsciously, and the distance between the two was only one centimeter.

  His breathing was clear and hot, and the two were too close, and she became cautious in her breathing.

  Fu Shen looked away and suddenly raised his hand.

  Song Fengwan instinctively wants to hide.

   "Don't move." He whispered.

  Song Fengwan was in awe of him, stiff, afraid to move.

  His fingertips gently slid across her temples, dry and warm, falling on her cool face, shocked that every pore of her was shaking and screaming, "There is confetti."

  After speaking, he straightened up, and the distance between the two regained the previous distance.

  Song Fengwan took a deep breath, looking like a drowning person, and finally landed.

   "Thank you." Song Fengwan blushed and became a little hot. It is probably because he wiped his face with a tissue just now, but he didn't pay attention to leaving confetti, which is really embarrassing.

   "You are welcome."

  The person behind to help with the umbrella was stunned.

  What about confetti? Why didn't he see it?

  The third master of their family is obviously molesting the little girl, and he is so serious and comfortable.

   "San Ye, then I'm leaving first, you get in the car as soon as possible." Song Fengwan felt that if he stayed with him like this, he would definitely be crazy.

  Fu Shen looked down at her, "I'm waiting for your call."

  After speaking, he turned and entered the carriage.

  Song Fengwan's heart jumped and he smiled dryly, "Okay."

  **

  Song Fengwan was holding an umbrella, wrapped in someone's wide windbreaker, and walked slowly toward the studio, sighing as he walked.

  I heard that this Fu Sanye lived abroad, and I guess he’s not used to such kind of polite rhetoric in China. It seems that when you talk to him in the future, you must think carefully so as not to dig a hole and plant yourself.

  As soon as she walked to the door of the studio, through the glass door, she saw two familiar figures sitting inside.

  The two obviously saw her, and stood up immediately.

  Song Fengwan took a deep breath. Why is it blocked here? It's really lingering.

  Someone moves very fast...

  Fucked someone late, asked for a phone call, and made an appointment for the next meeting by the way, Tsk Tsk, Fu Sanye, do you know that your parents are so good? People are just being polite with you, but are you taking it seriously?

  San Ye: Could it be that she was lying to me? Or just perfunct me?

  Late night:...

  **

  I saw a lot of people who don’t know the update time, I’ll say it again, update at around ten in the morning~

  Thank you everyone for the rewards and tickets at the beginning of the month. Thank you, everyone~

  (End of this chapter)