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

Because Duan Linbai was treated as a guinea pig, he felt depressed in his heart. He was also a talker and complained to Fu Chen.

Someone wanted to attract the attention of his little daughter-in-law, but he was ignored, and he was depressed enough. He caught a glimpse of his message and only sent him an expression.

【roll. 】

Duan Linbai got angry: "Fuck, you treat me like a guinea pig, I'm not angry yet, you still lose your temper at me?"

He adhered to the principle of finding his little sister-in-law to hug his thighs, and sent a message to Song Fengwan.

Song Fengwan had already written the test paper, and was checking the reference answer with a red pen, her phone vibrated.

[Little sister-in-law, Fu San bullies me, you don't care! 】

Song Fengwan sneered, [How could the third brother bully you? 】

【You are going to cover up your man! This kind of unreasonable behavior is very bad, and it will encourage some evil spirits. 】

Song Fengwan frowned, my man?

He speaks too directly.

Continuing to reply to messages, he didn't even notice that Fu Chen had walked out of the bedroom.

[No, the third brother has always had a good temper, how could he bully you. 】Song Fengwan naturally wants to protect Fu Chen.

【Do you think Lao Tzu has wronged him? Let me tell you, in our group, the worst and most sinister one is Fu San. Han Chuan gives a bad impression on the surface, and Fu San is bad in his bones. 】

【You have no idea how this guy bullied me before! 】

[You go and ask the people around him, who has not been bullied by him. 】

...

Song Fengwan felt a dark shadow shrouded her, and just as she was about to turn her head, someone pressed her shoulder, and Fu Chen bent down.

"Late night..." A finger suddenly landed on a translation on her test paper, "You have a grammatical error here."

It's like being ashamed and angry when a basin of cold water is poured down in the winter, you are the best.

"Have you finished writing?" Fu Chen sat beside her.

"Well." Song Fengwan snorted coldly.

"Tomorrow..." Fu Chen thought about going out to watch a movie or something on the weekend of tomorrow, but Song Fengwan said directly.

"Tomorrow, the school will have a special lecture on English level 4 and 6."

She didn't intend to go, but Fu Chen was so annoying. When she was doing the questions, she kept teasing her. She was full of eyes at that time. How could she still think about doing homework, and said that her grammar was wrong?

Fu Chengang thought that the two of them could be alone for a while, but Song Fengwan gave him a critical blow.

"The day after tomorrow..."

"I'm going to write a political essay."

Fu Chen pursed his lips, he is now sure that this little girl did it on purpose.

**

the next day, early morning

Fu Shen had the habit of copying scriptures. He woke up early and went downstairs to buy her breakfast. When he came back, Song Fengwan was breathing heavily and sat cross-legged on the sofa in a daze.

"Three..." She was about to call him when she noticed that he was wearing a bluetooth headset, apparently on the phone.

She reached out to take the breakfast, and tiptoed to help him take the scarf around his neck. Fu Chen also lowered his body calmly and narrowed the distance between the two.

"...I know, you can just ask the master who brought you about this question."

"I already have arrangements for the weekend, so I can't accompany you to dinner."

Song Fengwan got closer and heard the voice of the person over there, Fu Yuxiu's.

She calmly helped him take off the scarf.

Fu Yuxiu had been an intern in Fu Chen's company for a long time. He wanted to invite him for a meal by asking him about things, but unfortunately he was rejected. He was wailing at the moment that his third uncle was really difficult to meet. How did he know that Fu Chen was in why?

After hanging up the phone, Fu Chen withdrew and took off the Bluetooth headset, "Hurry up and eat, it's not delicious when it's cold."

"Why did Fu Yuxiu call you early in the morning?"

"I asked something." Fu Chen took out his breakfast, "He never had an accurate positioning of his abilities."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's like asking me when I was a kid, which one is better between Jingcheng University and Jinling University. I just want to reply to him: which one can you get into with your grades? Do you need to be so entangled?"

Song Fengwan coughed twice, took chopsticks from the kitchen, and ate the soup dumplings with his head down.

In fact, Fu Yuxiu is relatively good among his peers. If the Fu family had not proposed marriage, Qiao Aiyun and the Qiao family would not have agreed, but in Fu Chen's eyes...

This second nephew seems to be unable to do anything at all, and he hates it to death.

This is still uncle.

"What time did the lecture at your school start?" Fu Chen didn't forget that Song Fengwan said he was going back to the lecture.

"It wasn't compulsory in the first place, it doesn't matter if you go or not." In such a cold day, Song Fengwan didn't want to run outside.

Fu Chen whispered, "Are you kidding me last night?"

Song Fengwan bowed his head and said nothing.

"Then I'll take you to the Hanchuan side later. Didn't you want to watch that set of Cui Tau Mian? After lunch at his house, we'll go out to watch a movie." Since she said there was no arrangement, Fu Chen said it own plans.

"Okay." It had been a long time since the charity party, and she almost forgot about it.

**

Sichuan Beijing home

Fu Chen and Song Fengwan didn't say hello before coming to Beijing's house, so when the two entered the living room, Song Fengwan was dumbfounded.

The heating in the hall asked, Jing Hanchuan was wearing a long white coat with a pair of fronts, Su Qing embroidery on the neckline, auspicious cloud totem on the cuffs, and the indoor light was a little rosy. He stood there, and the whole person looked very soft.

He was born unrestrained and unrestrained, and his facial features were feminine, but he didn't feel feminine.

He held a rebellious and lofty look, with a fan in his hands, and his body was thin and tall. He was a little surprised when he saw the two coming in.

Jing Hanchuan rarely wears costumes, but today it was just a whim. He took off his clothes and hung them up carefully, so as not to wrinkle them.

"Master Liu can sing?" Song Fengwan asked in a low voice.

"Learn from her mother, Tong Zi Gong." Fu Chen chuckled lightly.

It's just that it's very hard to do this business, his mother loves him dearly, and the right should be cultivated as a hobby. It's just that his temperament has been developed, and he is very kind.

"Why are you here?"

Jing Hanchuan took a sip of hot tea, his voice was pleasant, with a Beijing accent, indescribably lazy and pleasant.

"Want to take a look at the emerald face you took before."

"Can."

Song Feng went to the collection room to look at his face, only to find that there are many good things in the Jing family. This room displays all the Peking opera costumes of Danjiao, with all kinds of patterns, many of them are hand-sewn, even Embroidery patterns are carefully embroidered stitch by stitch.

She took a few pictures and wanted to copy and draw some patterns, but it was not close to the school or the capital of Yunjin, so it was very difficult to get the painting tools, so she said casually.

However, Jing Hanchuan went out to buy painting tools for her, and then put the bill in Fu Chen's name.

Song Fengwan kept smiling and thanking him, feeling embarrassed to trouble him.

"You're too polite." Jing Hanchuan just didn't say it, it wasn't my money anyway.

**

At this moment, the He family

After the incident of He Xi, the reputation of the He family in the Beijing circle has become a bit stinky. Now He Shiqing wants to find someone to go shopping. The good sisters who were holding her in the past all pushed back and forth. Her parents often quarreled over Yu Manxi's affairs. The house is smoky.

"Miss, there's something going on in the Jing family."

"What?" He Shiqing was irritable, and her tone of voice was not very good.

"Today there are guests from the Jing family, and the third master passed by, but the Jing family went out to Rongying Pavilion."

"Rongying Pavilion?" He Shiqing frowned, "What is that place?"

"A place that sells painting tools, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, including all kinds of charcoal ink and watercolor..."

The man spoke in a very low voice, for fear that he might annoy the person in front of him accidentally, he looked at the change in his expression as he spoke.

"The Jing family went there to buy things..." He Shiqing's eyebrows were knitted together. No one in the Jing family was proficient in painting and watercolor, let alone buying any professional equipment.

She suddenly remembered the plagiarism incident some time ago. At the convention center, Jing Hanchuan also passed by and helped Song Fengwan.

At that time, she had been thinking about what kind of relationship the two had, and it was necessary for Jing Hanchuan to act in person.

Song Fengwan is an art student, and she has been in close contact with her about three times, at Yu Manxi's house, at the solo exhibition center, at the charity dinner... It seems that she is everywhere where Jinghanchuan appears.

She is not young, but she is very difficult to deal with. Could it be Jing Hanchuan and her?

He Shiqing suddenly had a headache.

How could it be Song Fengwan?

This little girl looks innocent and harmless, but after the plagiarism incident, who would dare to underestimate her, she is also a powerful person, why does it happen...

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I also have a headache every night. Someone's brain is too big. When the sixth master buys something, it is a deliberate trick for the third master [cover face]

Third Master: How much did you spend on me!

Six Masters:  …