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

Song Fengwan looked at the man sitting not far away, holding a charcoal pen to draw the outline on the drawing paper according to the proportion.

Fu Chen didn't do anything else, just stared at her like that, making her upset.

She quickly sketched on the drawing paper, she clearly knew that her level could not be finished in one night, and she could only remember all the details on his face as much as possible.

Including all the textured radiance on the skin, every inch of...

must be deeply imprinted in the mind.

She didn't want to trouble Fu Chen every day.

After drawing for more than an hour, she took back the pen with no end in sight, "Third Master, today is almost the end of the day, I'm really bothering you."

"Going to sleep?" Fu Chen didn't speak for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse, even more low in the empty room.

"I'll be busy for a while." Song Fengwan packed up the painting tools at hand.

She has lived here for so long, and Fu Chen also knows that she only goes to bed at roughly one o'clock every day, and gets up at five o'clock in the morning to memorize words. Others envy her for her excellent grades, but they don't see the hard work behind her.

Whether it is relying on the Song family or the Qiao family, she can choose a more comfortable way of life. He can also think of why she works so hard.

"Take a break before you get busy."

"Well, thank you for today." Song Fengwan didn't expect Fu Chen to cooperate so much.

"No need to thank you, you can do me a favor too."

"What can I help you with?" Song Fengwan packed up her painting tools and wiped the ink on her fingers with a wet tissue.

"I bought a new mobile phone, and I don't know how to use it." Fu Chen said, and took out a brand new Apple 6s from his bathrobe pocket.

"You changed your phone." Song Fengwan was surprised, "Apple has already sold 8, why did you buy 6?"

Fu Chen said calmly, "I like it."

Song Fengwan walked over and took his mobile phone. It was brand new, not even fingerprints.

"Actually, follow the steps above to set it up first, then download some common software and you can use it. Is the phone card inserted?" Song Fengwan sat on the sofa beside Fu Chen, and there was a person between him and him. distance.

"Put it in." Fu Chen tilted his head to look at her, the warm light set off her small face more delicately and softly.

Song Fengwan flipped around with her phone, "Come here and record your fingerprints."

Fu Chen Yiyan moved half an inch to her side, the clothes were rubbing against each other, and the distance between the two instantly narrowed.

"How to enter?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

"Just put it here." Song Fengwan pointed to one place and concentrated on his phone, completely ignoring how close the two of them were.

After recording his fingerprints, Fu Chen stretched out his hand and pressed it on the back of his neck and rubbed it twice. He had been in the same position just now, which was really uncomfortable.

"Do you need to download any software?" Song Fengwan tilted her head and glanced at Fu Chen.

"What you usually use, help me get some." His tone was flat and his eyes were deep.

Song Fengwan gave him some software that he liked to use, then turned around and handed him the phone, "Third Master, it's done."

"Well." Fu Chen took the phone, glanced at it, and planned to get up and leave.

Maybe it was because he sat for too long. He moved twice just now, and the belt wrapped around his waist loosened a bit. As soon as he moved, he loosened his waist, and the bathrobe was loose and spread out to the sides...

Immediately revealing a large piece of naked skin, a strong and strong chest, a thin and tough abdomen, and the well-defined abdominal muscles can be clearly seen.

His skin was very white, and the light fell, as if a layer of gold powder had been scalded.

Most of the upper body is exposed.

Song Fengwan was dumbfounded.

This……

exposed!

"Still watching?" Fu Chen frowned, his expression slightly tense.

Without waiting for Song Fengwan to react, a pair of warm hands fell on her face, pushing her face to one side.

"Turn around and don't move."

Song Fengwan's breathing was almost stagnant, his hand was still on her face, and her whole face was red and hot.

She accidentally fell on Fu Chen before, and her fingers had stopped on his chest. She knew clearly that Fu Chen was not as weak as he looked on the surface, with clear texture and slack muscles.

It's not as shocking as seeing it with your own eyes.

She stiffened and didn't dare to move. His fingers moved away from her face, feeling the sofa beside him a little soft. Knowing that he had gotten up and sorted his clothes, she lowered her eyes and twisted her fingers uneasily.

"Song Fengwan." He rarely called her by name, which made her heart skip a beat.

She raised her head subconsciously, but never thought that Fu Chenzheng was bending over, facing her face, she raised her head, the tip of her nose brushed, her breath was entangled, and his lips were facing her...

The lip shape is thin and slightly upturned, as long as anyone moves a little more, they can touch it.

He stretched out his hand to support the sofa behind her, imprisoned her whole body between her body and the sofa, and pressed forward slightly...

too close.

Song Fengwan held her breath and looked at her carefully, her face was stained with blood, and her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

"What did you see just now?" He curled the corners of his mouth, and every time he uttered a word, his breath penetrated into her body pervasively.

That gorgeous voice with a tail, is particularly nice.

"No... I didn't see anything." Song Fengwan bit her lip, not daring to breathe.

"Song Fengwan, it's not good to lie." Fu Chen frowned, looking slightly unhappy.

"I didn't do it on purpose either. The situation just now..." It was clearly that he didn't tie the belt properly, and it was her fault.

"Did you still see it?"

Song Feng nodded late, she is not blind.

Fu Chen smiled suddenly, and suddenly pulled away, "Rest early."

After saying that, he left immediately.

Song Feng was sitting on the sofa late, the fever on his face had not yet faded, and he was so red that he could drip blood.

Why is he smiling at himself?

Don't you just take a look? Not to kill someone.

Just when she was stunned, the phone in her pocket vibrated, causing her to tremble. She took the phone and glanced at it. It was her mother, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey-mom."

"Don't rest?" Qiao Aiyun's voice was always kind and gentle.

"Well, go to sleep now."

"In the October Dynasty, I will go to Wu Su to give your grandfather the cold clothes, and then I will go to the capital to see you."

Song Fengwan smiled and nodded, "Okay, don't work too hard..."

When Qiao Aiyun said this, it indicated that she was going home. She was afraid that she was going to deal with the illegitimate daughter. When her mother came back, she instantly felt that she was relying on her, and her heart fell to the ground.

**

Song Feng talked with Qiao Aiyun on the phone for more than half an hour in the room late. Fu Chen was in a good mood tonight and couldn't sleep at night. He went to the backyard to drag Fu Xinhan out of his nest and wanted to take him out for a walk.

Fu Xinhan drooped his head, almost forcibly dragged out by him.

Wuyang Wuyang's reluctance to leave.

"Would you like to go?" Fu Chen frowned.

Fu Xinhan immediately shook his head and waved his tail, grinning at him.

I know scaring a dog is inhumane.

Pervert, who walks the dog in the middle of the night!

Third Master, you are going too far! If you don't play with it like this, you can just take it all off. I'm also sure if people have seen it, shameless, really!

Third Master: The question of the belt...

Fu Xinhan: Some people abuse small animals here.

Third Master: Huh? What did you say?

Fu Xinhan: [grins]

*

[Cold Clothing Festival] is a sacrificial festival on the first day of the tenth lunar month every year. It is called the three major "ghost festivals" together with Qingming Festival and Zhongyuan Festival. Generally, it is used to burn warm clothes for deceased relatives.

By the way, there is also a popular science. Someone asked what a walking chicken is, but it is actually a stupid chicken. It is the kind of chicken that is free-range in the countryside, which is different from the broiler chicken.