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

Song Fengwan didn't plan to cry in front of Fu Chen, but something had been in her heart for too long.

Her father cheated on her, and her illegitimate daughter came to her door. She was ashamed to talk about such things and dared not tell others.

She knows that many people are waiting to see her jokes, and she can't let people see a little sadness, so she can only endure it.

She hated Jiang Fengya in her heart, and even more resented her father, but when she thought of the tension between her parents and the possibility of divorce at any time, the panic and helplessness that grew from the bottom of her heart almost made her collapse.

She always hoped that when she returned to Yuncheng, all this was like a dream, and nothing happened.

But today's events shattered her already fragmented fantasy.

The autumn wind in the capital was cool and bleak, and Song Fengwan felt a burning pain from her throat to her chest, and she didn't even have the strength to look directly into Fu Chen's eyes.

She sniffed, her eyes turned red, she stretched out her hand to wrap her clothes tightly, stomped her feet, and tried to divert her attention, "Third Master, thank you for coming, I'm fine."

Her voice was dull, with a strong nasal tone, which made Fu Chen upset.

"Come closer."

"Huh?" Song Feng stopped walking forward, staring at the toe of his shoes, sore and swollen, tears instantly blurring his vision.

Fu Chen frowned, took a step forward, and the distance between the two instantly narrowed.

"What's the matter?" Song Fengwan wanted to hide subconsciously.

"Don't move!" Fu Chen's voice was deep and unbearable.

He loosened his grip on her and undid his suit jacket.

"Third Master..." Before Song Fengwan finished speaking, her coat had already wrapped her.

Fu Chen slid his fingers on the collar of his jacket, as if he was tidying up, with a serious and focused expression.

Song Fengwan was squeezed between the jacket and Fu Chen's body, unable to advance or retreat.

"Song Fengwan."

"Huh?" Her voice became more and more dull and thin, for fear that Fu Chen would hear something strange.

Fu Chen's eyes were gloomy, and he sighed helplessly, "It's really... not good."

Almost pressing the last word.

His fingers suddenly tightened the jacket, and Song Fengwan was caught off guard, and his whole body fell into Fu Chen's arms.

She stiffened.

It was like a thunderous explosion, and his head was dizzy to a blank.

She twisted her body subconsciously, but Fu Chen's force was too great, she couldn't break free, and instead he was tightly pressed into his arms, her fingers grabbed his clothes at a loss, and wrinkled a layer of folds.

"You're young, don't hide so many things." Seeing that she was no longer moving, Fu Chen spoke in a hoarse voice.

Since Song Fengwan arrived at his house, she has behaved in a well-behaved manner and been careful again and again. The more she is like this, the more difficult it is for her to live. With such a big incident at home, how could she be the same as no one else.

"It's uncomfortable in my heart, cry if I want to." Fu Chen reached out and rubbed the top of her hair.

With gentle movements and soft voice, Song Fengwan clenched his clothes tightly, tears falling down, soaking his clothes, making his heart hurt when he was hot.

The Fu family on the side was relieved.

Especially Shifang, reached out to reach Qianjiang, showing a kind smile like an aunt, "It's a special hug, but it makes me anxious."

"Third Master's recent Korean drama, I didn't watch it for nothing."

"At this time, you should just throw yourself down and hug it."

Qianjiang glanced at him, "It's like you're talking about the right person?"

"How the hell do you know that I haven't had a relationship with me?" Shifang became anxious when he heard this. After all, he was too old to say that he had never been in a relationship.

"We eat, wear, and live together, what do you think?" Qian Jiang's face made his face blue with anger.

"Damn, I can't find a girlfriend just because I'm with you every day. If I'm so single, don't think about it better!" Shifang snorted coldly.

Qianjiang glanced at him and ignored him.

**

Song Feng here cried for a while, and felt more comfortable before leaving Fu Chen's arms, looking at the wet tears on his chest, biting his lips.

"Third Master..."

"What are you doing out?" Fu Chen directly changed the subject.

"I'll buy my mom something to eat." She sniffed, and then she remembered that she didn't do anything.

Fu Chen glanced around, there were quite a few small restaurants opposite, but it was past lunch time, and there were not many people.

"Then I'll go over first." Song Fengwan lowered her head and was about to cross the road, forgetting to even observe whether there were passing vehicles.

Fu Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist directly. A battery car almost wiped her clothes and galloped past.

"I'll accompany you there."

Fu Chen dragged her and slowly crossed the road, his fingers seemed to go down unintentionally, and when he touched her slightly stiff fingers, Song Feng frowned, subconsciously wanting to withdraw his hand, he had already held it harder, tightly. in the palm of your hand.

Intimacy.

Song Fengwan lowered her head and looked at the hands that the two of them were shaking, her heartbeat was numb, and she was in a panic.

She moved her fingers, but she was not willing to pull it back.

Fu Chen wanted to go further with her, but the timing was not right, and she was already in a mess. If she was stimulated again, she would move out of her house if she couldn't get it right. Fu Chen couldn't afford it.

"This store, I'll buy a rice bowl." Song Fengwan pointed to a small restaurant.

"I'll wait for you outside." Fu Chen released his hand, his expression as calm as ever.

Song Fengwan nodded and got into the restaurant.

Fu Chen didn't know how to coax a girl at all. After thinking for a moment, he took out his mobile phone and made a call. Among the people he knew, the one with a better relationship of the opposite sex was him.

"Hey—" The other party's voice had a thick nasal cavity.

"It's me, have a cold?" Rare concern.

"I just came down from the snowy mountain, I feel a little uncomfortable..."

"take care."

The other party was silent for a few seconds, "...Fuck, Fu San, why are you actually calling me? Do you still care about me?"

Fu Chen frowned, this magical reflex arc, "Ask you one thing."

"Yo, you actually have something to ask me? It's incredible, didn't you have a heartless decision to block me before? You have the guts to block me, so don't take the initiative to find me."

Fu Chen was silent for a while, this person...

"You said that we have known each other for so many years, we have known each other since the age of seven, childhood sweethearts, no guesses, so you treat me like this..."

"At the age of eight, you said that you would cut my robe and break my righteousness."

The other party choked, "Isn't the nine-year-old reconciled, and almost married Jinlan?"

"Then you pissed off my father and beat him out of my house with a stick."

"You don't want to ask me for something? That's how you talk to me? You say something nice, and I'll help you."

Fu Chen frowned and hung up the phone.

This person really gave him a good look and immediately climbed down the pole, he couldn't get used to it.

The person on the other side was stunned.

It was him who called him, and he was the one who hung up.

Fu Chen, why does Lao Tzu want to end his favor with you!

I hugged, I finally hugged, haha...

Although the timing is not right, it can be regarded as a close contact, let's spread the flowers

He also secretly pulled his little hand, tsk tsk

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