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

It was now dusk.

The faint light of the setting sun fell on his black gown, and his whole body seemed to be plated with a layer of pale golden halo.

His eyes fell on the little girl in the house, and it seemed to bring some condescending scrutiny and scrutiny.

He looked so indifferent as if the two had never met.

"Third, let's go in." The old lady smiled and entered the room. Song Fengwan stood there neither humble nor arrogant, looking at the old lady carefully.

I heard that she is 80 this year, two years older than Mr. Fu, with silver hair and a dark purple cheongsam.

The age is already high, and the skin has become slack and aging, but the elegance in the bones has never faded due to the years, but has precipitated more and more graceful and luxurious.

"Wanwan?" The old lady walked straight towards Song Fengwan without any air.

Song Fengwan smiled and nodded, with only one sentence in her mind: Time never defeats beauty.

"Old lady." Qiao Xiyan's tone was submissive.

"I asked you to come to see me before, you pushed three and four, and now I let you come over late, but you are very diligent." The old lady's voice had the taste of Wu Nong's soft words, Song Fengwan listened carefully, could it be that she Southerner?

"quite busy."

The old lady snorted lightly, without giving him half a look, she dragged Song Fengwan to sit down, and didn't forget to turn around and remind her son, "Third, why are you standing at the door, come and sit."

Fu Chen had a clear mind and straightened everything out in just a few seconds.

No wonder his mother always hesitated in front of him during this time. He originally thought that the old lady was planning to arrange a blind date for him, and she was planning a big move. Now it seems that today's "Suo Lin Sac" is entirely for Song Feng. Arranged late.

Fu Chen calmly sat on the single sofa on one side, his eyes passing lightly from Qiao Xiyan.

Eyes met, the two were looking at each other.

There seems to be an undercurrent surging.

"Thirdest, you know Wanwan. This is Qiao Xiyan, your grandfather Qiao's grandson." Mr. Fu lowered his head to drink tea, but looked at his son without a trace.

I couldn't see what he was thinking at all.

"Yeah." Fu Chen responded, as a greeting.

Qiao Xiyan's eyebrows moved slightly, and she was really a difficult person to get close to.

"Don't be stunned, come and eat." The old lady smiled.

"I'll go out for a while." Fu Chen got up and walked out, his expression seemed a little unhappy.

"The third one!" Mr. Fu frowned, and his tone was a little threatening. This bastard, is it possible that he is going to leave the guest and go by himself? It's too disrespectful.

"Just make a phone call." He said and strode out.

"It's just that he has a lot of things to do. Let's leave him alone and come to dinner." Old Master Fu snorted coldly.

Dare to slap him?

Anyway, he made up his mind today to let him take care of Song Fengwan, he has to obey, not...

Also have to.

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Here, the old man and the old lady usually eat. There is a long small dining table that can seat six people. The old man sits at the top, and the old lady naturally sits below him.

"Xiyan, come and sit with me. I haven't seen you for a while. What are you busy with recently?" The old lady spoke Wu Su's words.

"It's still that." Qiao Xiyan respectfully sat beside the old lady, and Song Fengwan had no choice but to sit on the side alone.

"You can do this business for a lifetime. You don't care about the time. You can't delay finding a daughter-in-law. It must be early, otherwise the good girl will be taken away." The old lady took his hand and frowned. Tuan, "Look at your hand..."

In the Qiao family's business, you have to hold a knife all day long, and you have to work hard. It's not normal if you don't have calluses on your hands.

"Your hands are even rougher than our old man." Although the old lady disliked it, she still felt more distressed.

"It's normal." Qiao Xiyan pulled back his hand calmly.

"You still have to pay attention to your own business. What kind of things do you like, or I'll introduce a few to you later." When the old lady mentioned the person to be introduced to, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

The hostess of Qiao's family is not in charge, and Qiao Xiyan's father is also an idiot who makes jade and stone, and he doesn't care about that.

"It's really unnecessary." Qiao Xiyan coughed twice and lowered her head to drink tea.

"It's normal to get married and have children, don't be ashamed."

Song Fengwan sat across from him, bowing his head and holding back a smile. He didn't expect his cousin to have someone who couldn't stand it.

She felt a dark shadow approaching by her side, and when she shook her head, Fu Chen had pulled the stool and sat beside her, with a peaceful expression, neither sad nor happy.

It is rare for the Fu family to have guests today, so naturally they want to drink some wine.

"Wanwan, do you want some?" Mr. Fu held a small white porcelain jug. "Someone gave it before. It tastes sweet and the alcohol concentration is not high. It's okay to drink a little less."

"I don't need it anymore, you can give it to the third master." Song Fengwan suddenly remembered her previous rumors in the bar, and wished she could shove her head under the table.

"The third child is usually a vegetarian, and he also quit smoking and drinking. This kid is very boring. Xiyan, please accompany me for a drink." Mr. Fu mentioned Fu Chen with a hint of disgust in his tone.

Vegetarian?

Song Fengwan looked up at the person beside her in surprise.

He did it properly, like a cold plum in the winter, and he was cold and arrogant. Fu Chen noticed her gaze and gave her a light look, as if warning something.

Song Fengwan hurriedly lowered her head, dying.

Did she know something amazing.

"Late night, it's rare to come here today, so I'll have a small glass and try something new. You must have never drunk this kind of wine." Mr. Fu began to persuade him to drink again.

Song Fengwan had no choice but to get up, "Grandpa Fu, I'll do it myself." How dare he let his old man pour himself a drink.

This wine has no alcohol taste at all, the color is blue and yellow, and it has a fruity aroma.

The old man Fu and the old lady were almost all talking to Qiao Xiyan, and they basically revolved around the Qiao family.

Song Fengwan just took a sip of the wine, and the sweet aftertaste still remained on the tip of her tongue. She licked the corner of her mouth and held the wine glass carefully, ready to take another sip.

As soon as the wine glass touched his lips, he heard a faint sound from the side of his ear.

"Is it delicious?" The voice was almost on the side of his ear.

The low alcohol side also has a clear magnetism.

Song Fengwan's body stiffened, "It's okay."

"Drink less, so as not to lose words after drinking."

"I won't talk nonsense." Song Fengwan bit her lip, not just eating meat.

"Third, I have something to tell you." Mr. Fu looked at the time was almost up.

"Huh?" Fu Chen straightened up, calm.

"The school that Wanwan borrows from is No. 2 Middle School, which is in the east of the city. The remedial class is also nearby. Your home is close, so let her live with you for the time being."

"Cough cough—" Song Fengwan choked on the wine with a sip of wine, and his face flushed from coughing.

His eyes suddenly collided with Fu Chen, and his heart tightened, feeling that he would be silenced at any time.

Fu Chen put down his chopsticks, his expression became more and more unhappy, and there was a hint of anger.

The few people who followed Fu Chen not far away looked at each other.

Damn it, I just went out and called someone to buy something for Miss Song, why are you still angry now?

You install, continue to install!

Third Master, you did a good job in this play. From the beginning to the end, it seems that the old man sent Wanwan to him, and he wronged you.

However, it is really not advisable to threaten the daughter-in-law.

Wanwan: He must be secretly eating meat outside with his family behind his back. He doesn't want to be found out. He is childish.

Third Master:  …

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