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

After Song Feng fell asleep late, Fu Chen motioned the driver to slow down, but she didn't sleep peacefully.

She dreamed about the night when she was drunk again, but this time it wasn't that she threatened to hear Fu Chen's sleep, but that she actually did what she did, and really threw him on the bed, she tore Fu Chen's clothes with all her might... …

The clothes were torn, revealing a thin waist, strong and tight muscles, smooth lines, not exaggerated but very seductive.

Fu Chen was pressed under her body, as cold as ice, but also as bright as peach and plum.

"Miss Song, Miss Song?" She felt that someone was calling her.

Song Feng woke up suddenly from the dream, and when he saw Fu Chen's coquettish ascetic face, his face turned pale with fright.

"Three...Third Master." She knotted her tongue.

"It's here." Fu Chen said calmly.

"Yeah." Song Fengwan recalled that dream, her face flushed red, how could she have such a shameful dream.

Fu Chen looked down, "Can you let go of your hand?"

As soon as Song Fengwan lowered her head, she saw Fu Chen's sleeves tightly held in her hands.

Because of the excessive pulling force, his neckline was shifted, revealing a small section of white neck, delicate and moist, the Adam's apple slipped slightly, and it was indescribably abstinent and sexy.

"I'm sorry." She immediately released her hand, blushing even more.

"Have a nightmare?" Fu Chen stretched out his hand to straighten his neckline, smoothing out the wrinkled sleeves that had been ravaged by her.

Fu Chen was also afraid that Song Fengwan would wake up at any time, so he couldn't be too presumptuous, he squeezed his hand twice and released it.

Unexpectedly, this little girl would not let go of pulling her sleeves, and the strength seemed to tear her clothes.

"Yeah." Song Feng nodded angrily, not daring to look at him at all.

"Get out of the car." Fu Chen's eyes were deep and he got out of the car first.

Song Fengwan blushed so hot that the dream just now was in her mind.

It's too shameful.

Didn't you just touch his chest? How can you have such a dream.

She adjusted her breath and got out of the car.

Although it is night, the mansion is brightly lit, with carved iron gates and green vines lingering. It is a typical Chinese-style residence with a quaint and solemn appearance.

"Third Master." A middle-aged man of about forty years old, wearing a neat uniform, had been waiting at the door for a long time, and he smiled kindly when he saw Song Fengwan, "Miss Song."

"Hello." Song Feng arrived early in the evening, and was inevitably a little cautious.

"This is Uncle Nian. If I'm not here, you can talk to him directly if you have anything." Fu Chen's tone was not warm.

At this moment, Qiao Xiyan's car has also arrived. Naturally, someone will carry the luggage. They just need to follow Fu Chen into the door.

It only takes three or four minutes from the door to the main entrance of the house. There are pavilions and pavilions, eaves and painted walls, and copper bells hanging under the corridor, which are elegant and elegant.

As soon as she entered the room, she could smell a faint scent of sandalwood. She originally thought that the place where Fu Shen lived was probably decorated in a similar way to a temple and Buddhist hall. Unexpectedly, the furniture inside was very modern.

Extremely elegant, yet delicate everywhere, low-key luxury.

Fu Chen walked in front, wearing a black long gown, blending into it, more like the son-in-law in the Republic of China.

The inexhaustible flow of romance.

"Miss Song, your room is on the second floor. I'll take you there." Uncle Nian said with his eyes lowered.

"Thank you." Song Fengwan followed him to the second floor. Uncle Nian was explaining the layout of the house to her along the way. "There is a private bathroom in the room, so it is convenient for you to live in."

When she entered the bedroom, there were already some ladies' items in it.

"Knowing that you are coming, the third master has prepared some in advance. If you need anything, let us know at any time." Uncle Nian stood at the door and didn't go in.

"It's good." Song Fengwan didn't expect Fu Chen to be so considerate. She glanced at the room, and when she turned around, she saw Uncle Nian standing at the door, smiling brightly at her, "Uncle Nian, do you have anything else?"

The luggage has been delivered, she has to pack up.

"This house was designed and supervised by the third master himself. Except for the old lady, you are the first woman he brought back."

Song Feng was stunned for a moment, why did this sound so wrong.

What is the first woman brought back?

She is only staying temporarily.

"You clean up first, I won't disturb you." Uncle Nian closed the door thoughtfully and left.

The corners of his mouth grinned, and the smile grew brighter.

He grew up watching Fu Chen since he was a child. Although this Miss Song was forced by the old man and the old lady, if the third master was reluctant, she would not even be able to step in the door, not to mention asking them to prepare daily necessities in advance .

I'm afraid it's the right eye.

It looks like I'm 27 now, so I'm enlightened.

That's why Miss Song is a little young, but she looks straight and straight, so it doesn't matter if she waits two more years.

Finally there is hope.

He smiled more and more pleased.

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As soon as Uncle Nian left and the door closed, Song Fengwan breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the bed, and looked at the room carefully.

She was dizzy.

She hadn't realized how she lived with Fu Chen until now, as if she was dreaming.

Qiao Xiyan just went into the room to take a look, chatted with Fu Chen, and went out to smoke a cigarette.

Fu Chen went directly to his bedroom to change his clothes.

As soon as the two buttons were unfastened, the phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and frowned slightly. This man was climbing a mountain outside, and he still had time to call himself.

He answered the phone and said "hello".

"Fu San, I've heard that your old man stuffed you with a little girl."

"Your news is very fast." Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

"Uncle Nian went to my store at night to buy a bunch of things for women. Your old man is playing for real this time, and he just put women in your house. Are you happy?" The man was obviously surprised.

"Are you finished?" Fu Chen was obviously impatient.

"Which girl? What does she look like?"

"Why don't you ask my dad directly?"

"How dare I? Your old man used to say that he was afraid that you would become a monk and asked me to accompany you more. Okay, I'll go."

"Ever since I had an affair with you, I didn't even dare to enter the gate of your house. Your old man said it directly, and if he saw us together, he would break my leg." The man sneered twice. Voice.

"If I go to inquire, he will not guarantee that I am jealous and will destroy it. When I go back, he will definitely kill me."

The corners of Fu Chen's mouth twitched, "I'll hang up after speaking."

"Don't, you really brought it in, Fu San, what are you thinking..."

Before the man finished speaking, Fu Chen hung up the phone.

What do you think?

The meat is brought to the mouth, do you want to eat it?

...

Before he could change his clothes, he heard a knock on the door. If it was his subordinate, he would definitely speak first and then knock on the door. He closed the front button and opened the door.

"Third Master, do you have time to chat?"

Qiao Xiyan had just smoked a cigarette, and he spoke with a faint smell of tobacco. A few days of fatigue left a faint shadow under his eyelids.

Naturally cold and daunting.

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By the way, why are you all so excited about cohabitation?

Someone asked me when I was driving...

I:……

Girls, be reserved, don't think about the ones that are there or not.

Am I the kind of guy who can drive casually? [cover face and run away]

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Guess what the cousin wants to do with the third master in the middle of the night?

Threat him, or talk to him?