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

model?

Song Fengwan paused Gou Shunmao's finger. The teacher asked her to be an acquaintance around her. She was also worried about this matter.

"Yeah, I don't know Uncle Nian..." She dared to look for Fu Chen, and immediately turned her eyes to Uncle Nian.

Uncle Nian smiled calmly, "don't tease me. I have old arms and legs, and it hurts to stand for a while. How can I be a model for you? The third master is fine every day. You might as well find him."

"I..." Song Fengwan looked around. There were many people in the room just now, but they all disappeared at this moment.

You are not fools.

If you don't leave now, if Song Fengwan is staring at her, it's not dead.

She glanced at Fu Chen, "Third Master should be quite busy at ordinary times, I'll find someone else."

"Not busy recently." Fu Chen's tone was light, "When did you start painting?"

"Let's start tomorrow night."

"Then I'll wait for you at home." Fu Chen settled the matter directly.

Song Fengwan's mind was a little dizzy. Things were settled too quickly. When did she decide to let Fu Chen be a model?

However, the third master was not as impersonal as he imagined. He was helpful and enthusiastic.

In this way, Fu Chen can justifiably wait for her to come home every night, and the two can be alone for a while.

Song Fengwan: "I'll try to hurry up, I won't waste your time."

"I have a lot of time, so I'm not in a hurry."

"Okay, come and have some soup, it will be cold if you don't drink chicken soup." Uncle Nian greeted Song Fengwan, "Third Master, there is a lot of soup, you can also drink a bowl."

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In the past, only Fu Chen ate alone at the table, but now there are more people, two white porcelain bowls are placed together, and the two of them sit together, and the whole house is full of fireworks.

They didn't talk much and drank their soup quietly.

Fu Chen didn't have the habit of eating late-night snacks, let alone chicken soup.

Whenever someone in his family is pregnant, the old lady always likes to stew chicken soup and feed him what she can't finish. Fu Chen is afraid of drinking it.

After two sips, Yu Guang kept staring at Song Fengwan.

Fu Xinhan has been lying quietly on the side, eyes wide, staring at the interaction between the two, it seems to see something...

Suddenly, Fu Shen shot him coldly.

It shuddered, and hurriedly moved to Song Fengwan's side. She freed her hand to touch it, and a certain dog immediately grinned, shaking his head and tail.

Fu Chen lowered his eyes: Stupid dog.

The chicken soup was very fragrant. Fu Xinhan wanted to eat it for a long time, so he didn't dare to look for Fu Chen, so he could only pester Song Fengwan.

"Don't make trouble!" Song Fengwan couldn't drink the soup with peace of mind at all, the spoon reached out to her mouth, it jumped up and grabbed her sleeve, the spoon brushed past her mouth, and the chicken soup spilled out.

"Fu Xinhan!" Fu Chen said calmly, "Give me a penalty stand outside!"

"Ouch—" It definitely didn't want to go.

Song Fengwan was wiping off the spilled soup with the tissue paper, but she didn't care about it for a while.

Fu Xinhan also knew that he had done something wrong and walked out with his head drooping.

"Miss Song, how is it? I didn't get it. Fu Xinhan is very greedy. When you tease it, it will pester you to eat." Uncle Nian explained.

"It's okay." Song Fengwan lowered her head to check whether chicken soup was splashed on her body.

"I'll take a look." Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

When Song Fengwan raised her head again, her pupils shrank.

When did he get so close?

His fingers were slender, and when he stretched them out, Song Fengwan didn't have time to dodge, his chin was lifted by him, breathing so close...

The scalding heat will burn your skin.

"It doesn't seem to be burnt." His breath was very light, his lips were thin, and the shape of his lips was terribly beautiful.

At this distance, his breath is pervasive, lingering around her, making people tremble.

He swallowed every word in a very slow tone, and every time his breath fell on her face, it seemed to hit her chest, suffocating.

His eyes seemed to have starlight in the light, deep and strong, and could drown people in them.

Song Fengwan shrank back and pulled away from his control.

"It didn't burn anything, I've finished drinking it, and I'll go upstairs first." Song Fengwan got up and walked upstairs, her footsteps panicking.

Fu Chen stared at her back, knowing that she disappeared from sight, so he lowered his head and rubbed his fingers...

The feeling of just getting started.

Very slippery.

very tender.

her face...

A little hot.

He smirked.

"Don't put anything away, go to bed early." Fu Chen went back to his room after speaking to Uncle Nian.

Uncle Nian smiled with relief, finally being able to see Fu Chen get married and have children in his lifetime.

The group of people hiding in the dark and peeping were completely stunned. This chicken soup is really poisonous.

Everyone went back to their rooms to rest, completely forgetting the dog who was still standing outside the door.

Fu Xinhan sneezed a few times and leaned against the wall with his neck shrunk: The autumn wind is so cold that the dog will freeze to death.

Third Master, it's really too much for you to tease so late!

Third Master: Resentment from a single dog.

Me: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ thick——

Fu Xinhan: Does anyone remember me? naive cold...

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The new month starts from Jiageng, haha, in the new January, everyone should continue to support me, refill~