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

Fu's house the next day

The incident of Sun Rui climbing into bed happened last night. She was sent home after three o'clock at night. Sun Qionghua stayed up all night, so she called her brother on the phone and briefly explained the matter.

I got up before dawn to do the final tidying up, and when I got on the plane, my chest was stagnant and my breathing was not smooth.

She had never been so depressed in her life.

Fu Yuxiu also didn't sleep that night. He already knew about Song Jingren's accident, so he tried to contact Jiang Fengya, but she couldn't get through on the phone. He asked his classmates, but he hadn't seen her for several days.

In his heart, Jiang Fengya was petite and weak, so she must have gone crazy with fright.

The more you can't get in touch, the more you can't let go.

She tried to call her one minute before the plane took off, but no one answered.

In fact, Jiang Fengya is at the airport at this moment. She saw their mother and son get on the plane with her own eyes, and she was accompanied by a female policeman who was protecting her personally.

"Why didn't he answer the phone when he called you?" The female policeman was wearing casual clothes, a little puzzled. She was emotionally unstable recently, and the police were worried that she would stay alone, so they sent people to take turns to guard her.

Jiang Fengya shook his head, "Let's go back."

Her current situation is not suitable to see Fu Yuxiu, and a man...

Very cheap.

The more she can't get, the more she wants. She wants Fu Yuxiu to never forget her. She believes that one day, he will come back.

The policewoman saw that her eyes were red, and thought that she was involved in the case and dared not see others. How could she have thought that her city was so deep.

**

Joe's at the moment

Qiao Aiyun made an appointment with Fu Chen yesterday and asked him to come to his house for dinner. He is free today and made an appointment at noon. She called Yan Wangchuan by the way, so she went out early in the morning to buy a lot of vegetables.

When she went back, neither of them came.

"Didn't senior brother say he would come over soon?" Qiao Aiyun was suspicious.

"It's something temporary." Qiao Wangbei was squatting in front of the French window, taking care of several pots of orchids.

Qiao Aiyun nodded, turned around and went to work in the kitchen.

In fact, Yan Wangchuan is at the police station right now.

It was the same thing about Song Jingren last time, because he suddenly bit back and said that he would sue him for beating him, and that many injuries on his body were caused by Yan Wangchuan, so the police had to call him in for questioning first.

Policeman: "Mr. Yan, that's about it. Do you have anything to add?"

"I just kicked him." Yan Wangchuan said expressionlessly.

"Only one foot?"

"If I hit hard, will he survive?"

The policeman coughed twice, the kick was indeed the heaviest, Song Jingren's words were true and false, but they had to call Yan Wangchuan for questioning as a matter of routine.

"We'll check this out."

"Can I see him?" Yan Wangchuan asked.

The policeman was surprised, this Yan Wangchuan beat him three times, what else do you want?

"This is the police station. I won't do anything to him. I just have a few words to say to him."

"Okay, let me arrange it."

...

After about ten minutes, after going through some formalities, Yan Wangchuan saw Song Jingren in the detention room of the police station. He was shackled, his hands and feet were shackled, and when he looked at him, his eyes were depressed and resentful.

"You want to see me? Heh - you want to see how embarrassed I am now?" Song Jingren's voice was hoarse.

"What's so interesting about me? I'm already a prisoner and I can't beat you. Why do you want to come here?"

Yan Wangchuan looked at him expressionlessly.

"There's something I feel I need to let you know."

"what?"

"Ai Yun and I are getting married. Even though Wan Wan is not my biological daughter, I will take good care of her. You should reform her well."

Song Jingren's pupils shrank slightly, he has only been in for a few days, and remarried? Also help him take care of his daughter?

He thought again of their dinner that day, maybe soon, Song Fengwan would take his surname Yan, as a man, he couldn't stand it.

The few policemen on the side were dumbfounded.

this is……

To show off or to demonstrate.

This is to piss off Song Jingren.

"I still have to thank you for giving me the opportunity to take care of her." Yan Wangchuan said very sincerely.

But to Song Jingren's ears, this was ridicule in disguise.

"Yan Wangchuan, I *your uncle..." Song Jingren suddenly rushed towards him, wanting to beat him up, but his feet were shackled, and he couldn't reach him at all. He was so angry that he trembled and cursed.

When Yan Wangchuan walked out of the police station, the assistant chief breathed a sigh of relief. He was standing behind Yan Wangchuan just now. Song Jingren bared his teeth and claws, like a ghost crawling out of hell, wishing he could swallow him alive.

"Mr. Yan, although it's really hateful for him to bite you back, don't provoke him like this, it's too scary."

"I didn't provoke him, I really thank him." Yan Wangchuan said very seriously.

The assistant was speechless.

He didn't believe it.

The cliff has an element of revenge.

**

Fu Chen on the other side has already arrived at Qiao's house, and this time he is still pregnant.

Still brought something, Qiao Wangbei said that he was too polite, his eyes fell on the little bald head, and he felt a little headache.

Why is this little debt collector here again?

Fu Chen looked around, he knew that Song Fengwan didn't go to the studio today, but he didn't see anyone.

"Uncle, where's sister?" Huai Sheng asked for him.

"I'm not feeling well, and I haven't gotten up yet." Qiao Aiyun smiled, and didn't point out anything, but she didn't look worried, and Fu Chen roughly guessed something, and based on the time, it's probably her period.

"Then I'll go and see her." Huai Sheng said.

"I'll accompany you." Fu Chen agreed.

The two sang and went upstairs.

At the door of Song Fengwan's room, Huai Sheng stopped, "Third Uncle, I'll let you out."

Fu Chen touched his head, "When I go back, I'll buy you milk tea with double pearls."

Huai Sheng laughed from ear to ear.

He is doing good deeds, promoting marriage, and accumulating good deeds. The Buddha knows it all and will forgive him.

...

When Fu Chen opened the door and entered, Song Fengwan was curled up on the bed, not a deep sleeper, when he heard the movement, he opened his eyes and looked at him, "Third Brother..."

Her lips were pale, and there was still some water vapor in her eyes, obviously in severe pain.

"It hurts so bad?" Fu Chen sat on the side of the bed.

She nodded pitifully, a little unconscious from the pain.

"Have you covered the hot water bottle?"

Song Fengwan nodded. He didn't know why this period caused such severe pain.

"So painful?" Fu Chen lowered his voice.

"It hurts—" Song Fengwan didn't open his eyes, his tone was delicate and soft.

"Wanwan, it hurts badly. If you bite me, it may feel better."

Song Fengwan shook his head, her stomach hurts, why did she bite others.

But with Fu Chen by his side, he seemed to feel better.

**

At this moment, Yan Wangchuan had already entered the house.

"Fu Chen is here?" The Fu family's car is right at the door, very eye-catching, and it's hard to ignore it.

"I brought my pregnant woman with me, and I felt a little uncomfortable at night. The two of us were upstairs to see her. Now that you said it, it's been a while." Qiao Aiyun said.

Yan Wangchuan frowned, "I'll go and have a look."

Huai Sheng squatted at the door, took out a few pieces of white rabbit toffee from his pocket, and bit into his mouth, it was sweet and greasy.

Haha, do you guess that Huaisheng, who is letting the wind out, will do his duty? 【Cover face】

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