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

As soon as Song Fengwan got into the car, he didn't dare to move, he lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone, and from time to time he would observe the movements of the people beside him.

She and Fu Chen sat side by side, and the distance between them could almost fit two people.

He leaned against his body, the white shirt with a stand-up collar, and the delicate collarbone that could be seen faintly.

Because of the rain, the light outside was dim, and the heater was on in the car.

With just his appearance, he is top-notch in the entertainment circle where handsome men gather. No wonder he always hears that many celebrities in the capital are fascinated by the search for life and death for him.

"Miss Song?" The man in the co-pilot took out a box of tissues from the dark compartment of the car and handed it over, but watched Song Fengwan staring at his third master in a daze.

Song Fengwan was a little taken aback, and was caught off guard and Fu Chen's eyes collided, and immediately turned his eyes away from being a thief.

The corner of Fu Chen's mouth twitched.

"Miss Song, tissue." The man reminded again.

"Thank you." Song Fengwan hurriedly took the tissue, lowered her head and kept wiping her face, consciously losing her temper, and didn't dare to look at Fu Chen again.

"Where?" Fu Chen's voice was deliberately low, as if it had reverberation in the small carriage.

"Eastern studio in the west of the city." She lowered her head and started wiping her arms and legs again with the tissue paper.

A car galloped past her before, and the splashed sewage and mud stains still stuck to her legs. The school uniform skirt was wet by the rain, which made the curves of her legs even more slender.

The legs are gray and a little dazzling.

Fu Chen glanced at it, his eyes dimmed a little, but he looked away calmly.

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Before reaching the studio, neither of them said a word.

"Stop here." When the car reached an intersection, Song Fengwan said, "It's a one-way street there, if you go in, you have to make a circle to get out, just drop me here. "

The driver pulled over and parked the car.

Song Fengwan got into the car first. She was on the left, and there were vehicles rolling over there. She didn't dare to open the door easily, so she looked up at Fu Chen.

But the man was sitting in his seat, but he didn't respond.

Just when she was about to speak, Fu Chen pushed the door and got out of the car.

The man in the co-pilot hurriedly got out of the car to help him hold an umbrella.

When Song Feng got off the car late, it was still drizzling outside, she stood under the umbrella, and there was only two fists between her and Fu Chen.

"Third Master, thank you today, I'll treat you to dinner another day." Song Feng gave birth to a pair of phoenix eyes late, and smiled slightly, like a little fox.

"Yeah." Fu Chen replied.

"Then I..." Song Fengwan pointed to the studio not far away and planned to leave first.

However, Fu Chen suddenly turned around and took out a black trench coat from the car. With a flick of his fingers, Song Fengwan didn't recover, the clothes had already fallen on her.

The clothes are very long, covering all her skirts, revealing only a section of white and tender calf.

"Third Master..." Song Fengwan was enveloped by the inexplicable smell of sandalwood again, and her clothes were warm and dry. His fingertips slipped from the neckline, rubbing her neck inadvertently, causing her skin to tremble. tingling.

"It's cold."

"Thank you, but this dress..."

"Next time you invite me to dinner, give it back to me." Fu Chen said it for granted.

Song Fengwan's heart skipped a beat.

What she just said was a polite remark. Fu Chen has lived in the capital for a long time, and he will definitely not stay in Yuncheng for long. How could he have time to eat with himself?

Never thought that he would come true with himself?

"What's wrong?" Fu Chen's fingers were still on the collar of the windbreaker, and the distance between the two was even closer.

The hot and humid breath in his breath sprayed on her face, crisp and itchy.

"It's alright." Song Fengwan said lightly, but she was in a state of confusion.

"Take out the phone."

"Huh?" Song Fengwan looked at him suspiciously, but she obediently took out her phone, unlocked it, and handed it to him.

Because of the height difference, Song Feng was on tiptoe until he saw that he had entered a series of numbers in his mobile phone, hung up after dialing, and handed it to her after making a note.

"my cellphone number."

Song Fengwan took the phone with stiff fingers, "Mm."

The phone fell into her hands like a hot potato. How dare she ask Fu Chen to go out to dinner, she really digs a big hole for herself.

Just when she put away her phone, she felt a black shadow approaching, she raised her head subconsciously, and the distance between the two was only one centimeter.

His breathing was clear and hot, and the two of them were so close that she became cautious even breathing.

Fu Chen looked away and suddenly raised his hand.

Song Fengwan instinctively wanted to hide.

"Don't move." He whispered.

Song Fengwan was already in awe of him, her body was stiff, and she didn't dare to move.

His fingertips slid gently over her temples, dry and warm, and landed on her cool face, making her every pore tremble and scream, "There's confetti."

After speaking, he straightened up, and the distance between the two returned to before.

Song Fengwan took a deep breath, like a drowning person, and finally came ashore.

"Thank you." Song Fengwan wiped her face so red that it was a little hot. She probably wiped her face with a tissue just now and didn't notice the scraps of paper left. It was a shame.

"polite."

The person who helped hold the umbrella behind was stunned.

What about confetti? Why didn't he see it?

The third master of their family is obviously teasing the little girl, and he is so serious and at ease.

"Third Master, then I'll go first, you can get in the car quickly." Song Fengwan felt that she would go crazy if she stayed with him like this.

Fu Chen looked down at her, "I'll wait for your call."

After saying that, he turned around and entered the car.

Song Fengwan's heart skipped a beat, and she smiled dryly, "Okay."

**

Song Fengwan held an umbrella, wrapped in someone's wide windbreaker, and walked slowly towards the studio, sighing as she walked.

I heard that this third master Fu has lived abroad, and I guess he is not used to such polite speeches in China. It seems that when you talk to him in the future, you must think carefully, so as not to dig a hole and plant yourself in it.

As soon as she walked to the door of the studio, through the glass door, she saw two familiar figures sitting inside.

The two apparently saw her too, and stood up immediately.

Song Fengwan took a deep breath, how did he get stuck here, he was really haunted.

Someone moves very fast...

After teasing people late, asking for a phone call, and making an appointment for the next meeting, tsk tsk, third master Fu, do your parents know that you are so good? It is said that people are polite to you, but you actually take it seriously?

Third Master: Could it be that she is lying to me? Or just teasing me?

Evening:  …

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I see a lot of people don't know the update time, I'll say it again, update around ten in the morning~

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