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

Fu Chen had already packed up a room for Song Fengwan to paint. After class was over at ten o'clock, she packed up and went home.

"Feng Wan, it's very early to go back today." Gao Xue, the teacher, rubbed her hands and smiled. After contacting for half a month, she probably knew the situation of the girl in front of her.

The family is well-off, and the food and clothing expenses cannot be said to be the best, and some of them are also unaffordable for ordinary people.

The students who gathered here all wanted to improve their art test scores by surprise. Many of them were sent by their parents, and there were many who gave her red envelopes as gifts, but she had never met any of Song Fengwan's elders.

"Well, it's too cold at night, I want to go home early." Song Fengwan naturally wouldn't explain so much to her, so she packed up and said hello and left first.

There are a lot of electric cars or cars parked outside the picture room, most of which are picked up by parents.

"...It's cold outside, I asked you to wear more clothes and go out. I bought you a cup of beancurd on the way and covered your hands."

"I don't like to eat this, so I told you not to buy it!"

"If you don't eat, warm your hands. I'll eat later. Are you hungry after studying for so long? I'll bring you something to eat and then go back..."

A mother and daughter galloped past her on an electric scooter.

The autumn wind was cold, Song Fengwan gritted his teeth, and his chest was so tight that he couldn't breathe.

She turned a corner quickly, and suddenly saw a man in white waving to her with a smile, the fox eyes under the light, narrowed into a thin line, sly and harmless.

"Miss Song, the third master asked us to pick you up." Before she could react, Shifang took over her portfolio.

"It's too much trouble for you." Song Fengwan caught a glimpse of the man in black standing beside her. He was cold and solemn, as if wrapped in frost, and he didn't even give her a look from beginning to end.

"You're welcome, you should, get in the car, it's very cold outside." This was Shifang's first contact with Song Fengwan.

As Uncle Nian said, he is well-behaved and polite, without any pretence.

Song Fengwan got into the car, Shifang helped her put the picture clip, closed the door, and looked at the man in front of her.

"Lao Jiang, she's a little girl, why don't you make a bad face and scare her to death?"

Qianjiang frowned, his face was always like this, and he didn't look scared to death.

Shi Fang lowered his voice and leaned forward, "This will be our wife in the future, make a good relationship first, you can give people a smile anyway."

Qianjiang pursed his lips and twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly tragic smile.

Very mouth twitched twice.

"Why don't you laugh, it's even scarier."

"Have you been beaten in the face before, your expression is out of control, I made you smile so much, and your smile was so terrifying."

"Just like your face, even such a beauty camera can't save it."

...

Qianjiang sat directly in the driver's seat, ignoring someone who was still chattering.

The Fu family are all taciturn, and it is rare to encounter a chatterbox. Song Fengwan talked about it along the way, and the depression in his heart seemed to dissipate a lot.

"Miss Song, it's a little cold outside, do you want to turn on the heating?" Shifang sat in the passenger seat and turned to look at Song Fengwan.

"No, it'll be there soon."

"My name is Shifang, and the big black guy who drives is called Qianjiang. He is born with such a dead face. Don't be afraid. If you don't mind, you can call us brother."

"Well." Song Fengwan smiled.

The big black man who had been silent for a while finally moved his lips, "Brother? You are courting death."

His voice was just like the person he was.

Dry and rough.

elder brother?

Where did he put the third master?

It's obvious that you want to take advantage of the third master? As for the third master's temperament that he must retaliate, he is not as good as him.

Song Fengwan bit her lip, not quite understanding what Hei Da Hei meant? Can't call my brother? Is it called uncle?

**

When the three of them got home, Fu Chen was still sitting in the living room.

Song Fengwan frowned: This third master Fu is really strange. What kind of news network are you watching in the middle of the night?

"You're back? Come and have something to eat." Uncle Nian greeted Song Fengwan.

"Third Master, let's start after I finish eating." Song Fengwan didn't forget to ask Fu Chen to do a model sketch for her tonight.

"Then I'll go up first." Fu Chen got up and went back to his room.

He has to prepare.

Song Feng ate two bites quickly, holding the picture clip in his hands, for fear that Fu Chen would be anxious to wait.

When she entered the room on the far right of the second floor, Fu Chen didn't arrive. The room was kept extremely tidy, there were still a few paintings hanging on the wall, and the yellow wallpaper was warm under the smoky yellow light.

Easel and drawing tools are also readily available.

When Fu Shen came, Song Fengwan did all the preparatory work and waited quietly.

In two or three minutes, the door was pushed open.

Song Fengwan was immediately dumbfounded.

He was wearing a knee-length white bathrobe, with a white belt tied around his thin waist. As he walked, the neckline was slightly open, revealing a small piece of white muscle with distinct texture.

Holding a towel in his hand, he wiped his hair freely and sat directly on the small sofa not far from Song Fengwan.

"What do you need me to do?" He hung the towel around his neck, the ends of his hair were still dripping with water, and the clear water beads rolled down his forehead and cheeks, along his neck, collarbone...

keep going down.

An inch slid across his skin, the water stain seemed to have magical power, and it was like a fire, Song Fengwan's face was red from the burn.

he……

Why are you dressed like this.

"Why don't you talk? What do you need me to do, how far is the right distance..." Seeing her in a daze, Fu Chen got up and leaned over, "Is it more convenient to be closer?"

His breath was a little cold, and it fell on her face, but it turned into a wave of heat.

Song Fengwan's heart was thumping, it was about to break the watch, and the roots of her ears were all red.

Fu Chen squinted, suddenly reached out and pinched her earlobe...

Soft and hot.

"You..." Song Fengwan was sitting on the stool and was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

"Your face is so red and your ears are so hot?"

"No!" Song Fengwan was frightened to death, why did he always come over suddenly.

Fu Chen suddenly smiled, that kind of distance...

As if he could just bow his head...

kiss her.

Song Fengwan really felt that she was on the verge of death, and her throat was smoking hot.

"I see the plaster casts in your studio, many of them are naked..." Fu Chen's voice was clear, with a gorgeous ending, which made his heart tremble.

"You don't need to take off your clothes, you can just sit. I'm learning to draw faces now."

Where did she get the courage to let Fu Chen undress.

"Then what kind of distance is appropriate, is it clearer at the closer point?"

"No, you can just sit there, feel free." Song Fengwan bit her lip.

Yu Guang glanced at the small piece of skin that Fu Chen exposed, his muscles were well-proportioned, his lines were smooth, and he was still radiating heat.

It seems like a heat wave hits my face, and it makes people upset.

Damn!

Third Master, you are so good at flirting, do your parents know? Painting every night, you are ready to be a ghost!

I can't stand it until late at night.

I can't take it anymore [covers face]

Third Master: It's not for you, close your eyes!

I:……

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