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

Yan Wangchuan glanced upstairs, with thick eyebrows furrowed, "I'll go and have a look."

Although Huaisheng is a child, it was brought by Fu Chen. I'm afraid it's not a good thing. Otherwise, if the two of them are in collusion, Wanwan will be tricked...

Qiao Aiyun came out of the kitchen, "Wait a minute, I'll go up with you." She wiped the water stains on her hands with the apron hanging around her neck.

Song Fengwan was not feeling well, so she was naturally worried.

As she spoke, she was about to go upstairs, but she was stopped by Yan Wangchuan before she stepped on the stairs.

"What are you doing?" Qiao Aiyun smiled, "Let's go up together, don't you want to go up too."

Yan Wangchuan was sullen and said nothing.

It was only at this moment that he realized that he and Fu Chen were on the same front, and they had been on the bandit ship from the very beginning.

Because it is destined that before he and Song Fengwan are made public, as long as he is there, he must cover them up. If the relationship is revealed, Fu Chen will expose that they have conspired together, which may affect his impression in Qiao Aiyun's heart. .

This is not the most important thing, if she finds out that her daughter has a puppy love, Song Fengwan's life will be difficult.

Adolescent girls are sensitive, and she is a stepfather. If she hates herself, it will be even more difficult to repair the relationship.

This kid Fu Chen.

Sure asshole.

This leads itself into the pit.

"What are you doing? Let me go up." Qiao Aiyun smiled, why stop her.

"Didn't you say that you are not feeling well at night? Have you taken your medicine?" Yan Wangchuan suddenly raised his voice.

Qiao Aiyun frowned, why did she suddenly speak so loudly?

Huai Sheng upstairs immediately knocked on the door vigilantly, "Third uncle...someone is here."

Fu Chen had already got off the bed at this moment, and was sitting at Song Fengwan's desk looking at her gouache painting, "Huaisheng, come in."

Huaisheng pushed open the door, Fu Chen raised his hand to signal him to go over, Huaisheng tiptoed, softly entered the room, and walked to his side, only then did he see a painting of himself.

He giggled, "It's pretty."

Fu Chen smiled.

In just half a minute, Qiao Aiyun arrived at the room, saw Fu Chen and Huaisheng looking at the painting, she didn't think much, walked to Song Fengwan's side, saw that she was in a deep sleep, and helped her tuck her feet.

Yan Wangchuan stood at the door and didn't go in.

Several people came down from upstairs, Qiao Aiyun led Huaisheng and walked in front, while Fu Chen and Yan Wangchuan walked side by side.

"Mr. Yan, thank you." Fu Chen's tone was gentle. Huai Sheng had already told him about the matter, and it was only after hearing Yan Wangchuan's voice that he informed him, so he should be grateful.

Yan Wangchuan snorted coldly, a little annoyed.

He thought that the alliance was disintegrated, so he drew a clear line with him. Who would have thought that he would have to join forces with him.

Fu Chen smiled lightly, "With our relationship, it may be difficult for you to get out of your body. It seems that you will have to ask Mr. Yan to take care of you in the future."

Yan Wangchuan took a big stride and caught up with Qiao Aiyun, ignoring Fu Chen.

I hated Fu Chen from the bottom of my heart.

Stabbed in the back and dug such a deep hole for him.

**

It was almost dinner time, Song Fengwan came down from the stairs lukewarmly, wearing a plush pajamas, his face was bloodless, before the abdominal cramps, thigh nerves throbbing like spasms, even struggling to breathe, fell asleep It's a little more comfortable, but I can't always lift my spirits.

"Is it better?" Qiao Aiyun helped her to sit down.

She shook her head, looking sleepy.

In just half a day, Fu Chen felt that her chin was much thinner and her face was pale, which made his heart ache.

"I cooked brown sugar porridge for you. I really don't want to eat it. Drink some before going to sleep."

"Yeah." The voice was soft.

Halfway through the meal, her phone vibrated. She took the phone and was the teacher of the remedial class. Then she straightened up and cleared her throat.

"Hello, teacher." When everyone heard that it was the teacher's call, they stopped talking.

The two chatted for a few minutes before hanging up the phone.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Aiyun looked concerned, "Do you need to ask for leave if you don't want to go to the studio?"

"No, she told me that the school recruitment exam is about to start, and there are several official websites of the Academy of Fine Arts that you can apply for this afternoon." Song Fengwan was holding a spoon, stirring the brown sugar porridge, and when he mentioned the exam, he was unavoidably nervous.

"Have you decided which school to go to?" Qiao Wangbei said, "Just go to Wu Su's side. Your cousin and I are here and can take care of you."

"Nanjiang is not good?" Yan Wangchuan asked.

Fu Chen remained silent, wishing that she would go to the capital from his own heart.

Four years of university, if it is further study, it will take longer, long-distance relationship?

He can't take it.

"If the time doesn't conflict, I want to try two more exams. I can't put Bao in the same school. What if I can't pass the exam?" Song Fengwan glanced at Fu Chen when he was talking.

Yan Wangchuan: "How do you take the exam? Do you want to go to the local area?"

"It should be, but many art academies have set up many test centers across the country, usually in several big cities."

Fu Chen continued, "If several art academies set up test centers in the same city, you can go there to prepare for the test, and you can also run back and forth between different provinces in the province. It will be tiring if you go all over the world."

Qiao Aiyun nodded, "I really need to take a closer look at this. The school recruitment time is too close, so I really need to think about it."

Most American colleges and universities recruit in January and February, and they have to return to campus to prepare for cultural courses in March.

"Then I'll go upstairs to see how to turn on the computer." Song Fengwan had no appetite, so he put down his spoon and walked upstairs.

**

She went back to her room with a hot water bottle in her arms, turned on the computer, and began to browse the official websites of the several art academies that the teacher had mentioned. It was only about ten minutes before someone knocked on the door. She thought it was her mother, so she didn't even lift her head. He lowered his head and recorded the relevant information.

Some schools or time and place conflicts, it may not be possible to apply for the exam, she has to delete it.

Suddenly, I felt that person's voice coming from behind, "Does your stomach hurt anymore?"

Song Fengwan was taken aback, "Why are you here?" She subconsciously glanced at the bedroom door.

After a few minutes, Fu Chen finally said, "If your stomach is uncomfortable, you can sleep a little longer, and I will sort out the school information for you."

"Will you?" Song Fengwan was suspicious.

Fu Chen laughed, "Go to sleep, what can I do?"

For his daughter-in-law's behavior of looking down on him so much, Fu Chen felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Could it be that in her heart, she is a love brain, who knows nothing but falling in love?

Song Fengwan was feeling weak, so she just got into bed. When she was in a daze, she heard Fu Chen's typing on the keyboard, and her heart was very peaceful and stable for no reason.

It seems that with him by his side, there is nothing to worry about.

He can really shield himself from the wind and rain.

**

Fu Chen sat in front of her computer, helped her integrate the school information, took a pen, and stared at the book for a long time.

Many schools have many test centers outside the province. Beijing is the political and cultural center of the country. Many schools have test centers either in the capital or in surrounding cities.

This includes the Academy of Fine Arts in Wusu and Nanjiang.

The corner of Fu Chen's mouth curled into a smile, as if he had thought of how to get his little wife to go home with him.

Haha, have you ever thought that the senior brother would actually help the third master cover up?

The pit of the third master is too deep, the brother is too upright, hehe~

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Today is Laba, I wish you all a happy Laba Festival~