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

After eating in the old house, Fu Chen called Yan Wangchuan directly and said that he would send him crabs.

Nanjiang was originally along the river and the sea, Yan Wangchuan didn't like crabs much, but Song Fengwan wanted to eat them, so Fu Chen sent them.

Speaking of it, Fu Chen is also very good, except for the crabs, even the seasoning and sauce are packaged, it seems that it is not packaged by the restaurant, and I don't know who got it.

The crabs have been processed in Fu's house, just bring them over and steam them.

Yan Wangchuan called Song Fengwan, "I'll pick you up to eat crabs at night, or should I send them to you?"

"Our department is going to organize the awards show for the design competition tonight. I'm going to help. I don't think I'll be free until seven o'clock..."

The school's design competition is organized by the design department. All the awards have been selected. Naturally, there must be a ceremony. These freshmen are responsible for doing chores. After the party starts, there is nothing for them.

"When the time comes, I'll send you the crabs? Or do you come over and eat, and I'll send you back to the dormitory?"

"I'll go there." Song Fengwan mainly wanted to see Fu Chen.

"Then I..." Yan Wangchuan glanced at Fu Chen, "I'll let him pick you up."

"Thank you, Uncle Yan."

Even though Song Fengwan called him father, he still called Uncle Yan afterwards, and it was a bit embarrassing for her to change her words directly.

**

Auditorium, South Campus, Capital University

The awards ceremony for the design competition was scheduled for 7:00 p.m., and the final rehearsal of the performance was going on on the stage, and the list of winners had been announced in advance.

After the party started, Song Fengwan felt that there was nothing to do, so he sent a message to Fu Chen, and still made an appointment to wait in the bamboo forest behind the dormitory.

A national style dance was being performed on the stage, and she just slipped out of the backstage when a senior girl she knew immediately stopped her.

"Song Fengwan."

Song Fengwan felt guilty for a while, she was going to run away, and she didn't even go out of the auditorium, and she was caught right? Do you want to be so miserable, "Senior sister, what do you do?"

"Going back?"

"I don't see anything wrong, I want to go back to the dormitory to rest for a while."

"Stop by your way and help me deliver this to classroom 309 in Yuhe Tower, and give it to Hua Zitong. Do you know this senior?" The senior sister said and handed her a blank form.

"Send it now?" Everyone from the Academy of Fine Arts has come to the design party tonight, and Yuhe Tower is probably empty.

"Yes, it's urgent, thank you." The man said and ran away.

To go to the dormitory, you must pass through Yuhe Tower, which is also on the way, but the senior sister left before she refused, and she had no choice but to stop by to help.

Only a few classrooms in Yuhe Tower were lit, and the normally brightly lit corridors were completely dark, which made Song Fengwan's heart hang.

When she stepped into the corridor...

The lights suddenly turned on, and a love heart made of rose petals appeared in the lobby of the building, and then a boy singing with a guitar appeared.

There are quite a few people around, all of whom are holding roses.

This kind of scene that can only appear on TV actually appeared in reality.

The boy in the middle is Hua Zitong, a third-year student majoring in design at the Academy of Fine Arts. They only met twice occasionally.

Song Fengwan was not a fool, he knew he had been tricked at a glance.

If she doesn't have a boyfriend, she may think this way of showing love is very romantic, but now she just feels chills and embarrassment.

After singing "Little Dimple", Hua Zitong took out a bouquet of roses from one side and walked towards Song Fengwan.

Qian Jiang stood not far away, bowed his head and silently sent a message to Fu Chen.

Fu Chen's car was already approaching the Peking University campus, and his phone vibrated a few times.

[Third Master, someone in Yuhe Tower is confessing to Miss Song. That person bought roses, can play the guitar, and can sing. 】

Fu Chen's fingers curled up suddenly tightened.

[Appearance is upper middle, about twenty, young. 】

Why emphasize the word young!

【He knelt down on one knee to Miss Song, and he said he loved her. 】

...

When Fu Chen passed by the guard, he lowered the car window.

"Sir, what's the matter?" Uncle Security was drinking tea and watching TV.

"There are people over there at Yuhe Tower gathering a crowd to cause trouble."

"What?" The security guard was taken aback. The boys in the university are all young, so it is inevitable that there will be collisions. Although there have been no vicious incidents, they must be prevented before they happen. "Are you sure? Yuhelou?"

"Well, an acquaintance happened to be over there and told me about it." Fu Chen's appearance was very decent and deceptive.

"Could it be that boys are fighting for girls again?" There are many beautiful girls in the Academy of Fine Arts, and such incidents have happened before.

"It's probably true. Isn't there an event at school tonight? These little bastards are taking the opportunity to make trouble." The security guards were not afraid of 10,000 but just in case, and hurried to drive the patrol car towards Yuhe Tower.

Shi Fang drove into the school slowly, "Master, what happened over there? Was there really a fight?"

Fu Chen's mouth curled into a wicked smile, and he remained silent.

**

And here, Song Fengwan was also taken aback when he saw this boy kneeling directly in front of him.

"Song Fengwan, I like you, please be my girlfriend." The boy mustered up his courage, looking very nervous and cramped.

There are seven or eight people around, most of them are his good friends, all of them are cheering and cheering for him.

"Sister, don't hesitate. He is really a good man. When you first entered school, he liked you."

"That's right, try it, he learned the guitar just for you."

"Yes, promise him."

...

Song Fengwan cleared his throat, "Sorry, I have a boyfriend."

"I've been watching you for a long time, but I've never seen you go out with a boy. If you don't want to fall in love now, I can wait for you." The boy said sincerely.

"I really have a boyfriend, I'm sorry." Song Fengwan squeezed the form in his hand and put it in front of him, "I'm really sorry."

I'm leaving now.

This boy also prepared for a long time, and finally had such a chance to get close to her, so he naturally didn't want her to leave just like that, so he stretched out his hand to grab her.

"Song Fengwan!"

The boy suddenly jumped up and rushed towards her.

Qian Jiang was a little far away, and thought it was just a fight between the students. The students were very innocent. After Song Fengwan refused, nothing happened, and he didn't expect him to be so sudden.

Song Fengwan was also terrified.

That strange breath hit her face, she was flustered...

She had only been close to Fu Chen, she never thought that her body would reject others so much, the boy had just touched her sleeve.

Song Fengwan's body instinctively refused, and with a backhand block, he was pushed to the ground directly.

The boy fell down and sat on the petals, and the group of people who were cheering just now became dumb for an instant...

They didn't expect Song Fengwan to react so violently that he could directly push people down.

The scene was once very embarrassing.

"I do have a boyfriend. I can't bear your liking, so please be careful." Song Fengwan's chest heaved slightly.

The boy fell to the ground, blushing and panicking. He had prepared carefully for so long, but he never expected to end up in such an embarrassing end. Moreover, in front of his good brother, he instantly felt that his face was gone.

At this moment, a car horn sounded outside.

Song Fengwan hurried out, the window was down, Fu Chen was sitting in the back seat, that face in the night...

Warm and cold.

The boy was far away, so he couldn't see his face clearly, only his eyes.

It's so cold that it makes people tremble.

Song Fengwan hurriedly got into the car, and the car disappeared into the night in an instant.

A group of boys looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing how to end it, always feeling terribly embarrassed...

At this moment, several security guards rushed in.

"Hey - what are you doing!"

This group of boys was startled by Song Fengwan, before they recovered, they were surrounded by security guards who rushed out. The security guards saw a boy sitting on the ground from a long distance away, and thought they were really fighting .

Shout out loud.

A group of boys were frightened, and half of their three souls and seven souls went away.

Although nothing happened in the end, but the school is such a big place, the boy who confessed was completely lost.

All the posts on the school forum were [the worst confession in history], and this boy also made a fool of himself.

**

Song Feng didn't say anything after driving in the evening, and Fu Chen naturally didn't ask too many questions. When he arrived in Yishui community, crabs were boiled in the pot, and Yan Wangchuan was videoing with Qiao Aiyun in his room.

Song Fengwan leaned over, had a brief chat with her, and then sat on the sofa in the living room and ate cherries.

Thinking of what happened just now, I still feel that the boy was too courageous. Fortunately, I dodged in time, otherwise...

Yan Wangchuan's video ended. When he went out, Fu Chen was helping Song Fengwan peel crabs. His sister loved to eat. Before she got married, she used to enslave him. He was also very familiar with peeling crabs.

"Uncle Yan, do you want to eat?" Song Fengwan pointed at the processed crabs on the plate.

Fu Chen's eyebrows twitched.

This was what he peeled for Song Fengwan. This girl is so generous that she invited others to eat.

Yan Wangchuan is not such a ignorant person, the kid's eyes almost eat him up, "No, you can eat, are you going back to the dormitory tonight?"

"There's no class tomorrow morning, let's stay here tonight." Song Fengwan wiped his hands, "I'll talk to my roommate."

She was preparing for the party in the background, and her phone was always on silent, and she kept forgetting to turn it on. Only now did she notice that the small group in her dormitory had blown up.

[@晚晚, what about you, the school forums are crazy, why don't you reply text messages or answer calls. 】

[These people are crazy, talking nonsense, how could Wanwan plagiarize. 】

[Are you talking about pushing people late? How can it be. 】

...

Song Fengwan frowned, and replied in the group: 【What happened. 】

Hu Xinyue and Miao Yating immediately sent her several links.

Song Fengwan clicked on them one by one.

[The truth is revealed! Beauty courts promote people, and the pure image no longer exists. 】

[A certain freshman, relying on his teacher's love, has been absent from class several times since the start of school. 】

[A freshman's work was suspected of plagiarism, and he temporarily withdrew from the competition. 】

...

Song Feng opened the last one about plagiarism later, because this one is the most inexplicable.

An anonymous post broke the news.

"Basically all the students from the Academy of Fine Arts participated in this design competition. A certain freshman, as the first major, has already submitted the design draft, but temporarily withdraws from the competition."

"I have seen her work before, and it is highly similar to a design drawing announced at the design party tonight."

Then the person took out two pictures, one of which was indeed the Chihu picture she handed in.

And this one...

"The following picture is the painting announced by Teacher Gao from the Academy of Fine Arts and the winner of the Heming Cup Gold Medal. Compare it yourself and see if it looks like it."

"I heard that a certain freshman once studied under this teacher. As a student, it is normal to imitate the teacher's paintings, but it is disgusting to put your signature on it."

"Is it because I was found plagiarized, and I was afraid that I would be discovered after submitting it, so I temporarily withdrew from the competition?"

The comments below are basically all one-sided.

"I made a big splash at the Freshman Ceremony before, but I didn't expect that being with that Wu Yuxin would not be a good thing."

"Plagiarism is the most shameful thing, especially this kind of creativity, which is the hard work of others."

"Ms. Gao likes her very much. If she sees this painting, she will probably die of grief. Every time in class, Mr. Gao praises her."

...

How popular Song Fengwan was in the Academy of Fine Arts before, how many people want to trample her to death right now.

Some people are envious of her good luck and being appreciated by teachers, but there are not a few people who are jealous. Once there is black material, people will follow suit. Even her mobile phone in class has become a black spot.

It seems that all the people in the mixed school forum don't usually play with their mobile phones in class, and they all stand on the moral high ground and step on her.

"Wan Wan?" Fu Chen pulled a tissue, wiped his hands, and was about to take her phone.

"It's okay." Song Fengwan put away his phone and smiled unnaturally, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Fu Chen and Yan Wangchuan looked at each other, and they both noticed the trick.

After she went in, Fu Chen sent a message to Hu Xinyue.

Hu Xinyue was worried about Song Fengwan, so she naturally told everything she knew.

Fu Chen's face darkened instantly...

But the development of the matter was far from that, because the next day, the entire Qiao family was involved, which caused an uproar in the entire calligraphy and painting circle.

The long-awaited update is finally here~

【Explosion Notice】

1. Tomorrow's update will be postponed until after ten o'clock in the evening. Please pay attention to the time.

2. In the early morning of the 14th, the update will start, that is, the day after tomorrow, the number of words will be more than 100,000, which is really fat~

3. My hand speed is very bad, and I can only write more than a thousand per hour. I have suffered from backaches and backaches for nearly half a month. I hope that everyone will try not to raise texts and order them. The following plots are really exciting (^. ^)