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

Since Qiao Xiyan lost Tang Jingci for the third time, he was lectured by his father for more than two hours.

On the other side, Tang Jingci was also having a video chat with her father. She didn't say anything about it, but Qiao Wangbei said hello in advance, and admitted that her son made a mistake, and promised that similar situations would not happen again .

In case he finds out in the future, other troubles will arise.

"...When he was a child, I knew it was not a thing. He said that it was only three things. This is the first time."

"Is his memory really that bad? Or is he selective forgetting!"

"When he took you out to play when he was a child, there were several accidents. I won't go to his house. You still cry!"

Tang Jingci stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead, and glanced at the time on the bottom right of the computer. His father had been scolding Qiao Xiyan for more than half an hour. It was early in the morning in country M, so angry in the morning?

"Let me tell you, if he makes such a moth in the future, you will cut him off!"

"Fuck him hard for me, just say I ordered it, you little bastard!"

Tang Jingci muffled a smile, "I know."

"If he dares to fight back, I will fly back to fix him, and I can't cure him anymore..."

Noisy toss all night.

*

When Tang Jingci got up to eat breakfast the next day, only Qiao Aiyun and the old lady were waiting for Mr. Xiao Yan.

When Mr. Xiao Yan saw Tang Jingci, he kept waving his arms, looking very excited.

"Come down, eat something quickly." Qiao Aiyun didn't expect that Qiao Xiyan would lose the little girl time and time again, so talking to her would naturally be more pleasant.

"Thank you." Tang Jingci was a little jet-lagged and let out a sigh of relief, looking a little out of sorts.

Yan's breakfast is similar to that of ordinary families, porridge omelette, soy milk fritters, "Uncle is not here?"

"I went out for morning exercise, I'll be right back, you eat first."

Even though Qiao Aiyun said that, Tang Jingci didn't move, she just tilted her head to stare at Mr. Xiao Yan, and picked up the gadget on one side to tease him.

Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps approaching, and he watched the three of them walk in. Qiao Wangbei obviously just went out for a stroll, not sweating at all, with a teacup in his hand, leisurely.

Yan Wangchuan was sweating all over, he greeted everyone in the living room and went upstairs to take a shower.

Only Qiao Xiyan walked at the end. He took off his coat and only wore a thin white vest...

Bending over to change shoes, the back muscles are sprayed, and the broad and strong shoulder muscles are relaxed and relaxed.

Some men abroad have slightly exaggerated muscles, but his is very beautiful.

In modern terms:

All right!

"Xiyan, why are you sweating so much?" Qiao Aiyun hurriedly called him upstairs, "Hurry up and take a shower and change clothes, don't catch a cold."

"Yeah." Qiao Xiyan walked past Tang Jingci.

Her heart was beating wildly.

Her own father has a thick body, he doesn't look fat, and his beer belly is not small, but he usually wears clothes to hide it well. In his mother's words, his father's belly seems to be pregnant, and it is not too young.

The family went to the beach and Tang Jingci couldn't poke his eyes when he saw him showing his flesh.

Qiao Xiyan went directly upstairs, not caring about Tang Jingci's abnormality at all. He was abused by his father and uncle during his morning exercises. Yan Wangchuan said directly, "The young man is as weak as a little girl, and he is out of breath after running a few steps. You might as well Fu Chen."

Yan Wangchuan's mouth is also poisonous to death, Qiao Xiyan let it go, but compare him to Fu Chen? This is unbearable...

After falling into the trap, my legs were sore from running all morning.

His father was the best, he stood at the highest point and commanded from the air, almost vomited to death.

The man took a shower very quickly, and soon Yan Wangchuan and Qiao Xiyan went downstairs. Yan Wangchuan had already changed into his suit and was obviously going to work.

"Xiaoci, what are your plans for today?" Qiao Wangbei asked.

"I just want to take a look. I downloaded various strategies on my phone..." She was just about to say that she can do it by herself and doesn't need anyone to accompany her, but Qiao Xiyan said directly.

"I'll be with you all day."

Originally, Qiao Wangbei wanted to go too, but after all, he felt that it was not good. After all, there was a generation gap, and Tang Jingci didn't feel happy about what he wanted to do.

"No need, I'll just take a walk by the beach..."

"Well, I'll go with you." Qiao Xiyan had nothing to do today, and was ordered by his father to keep an eye on Tang Jingci the whole time, so he had to do so.

Tang Jingci smiled sarcastically, thinking about how to reject her, Qiao Aiyun brought out a cup of milky white stuff with a thick texture and texture, and put it directly in front of Qiao Xiyan.

"aunt?"

"Your dad said that you need to replenish your brain recently, and asked me to make walnut juice for you. I also put some peanuts for seasoning, and the taste is not bad."

Tang Jingci watched Qiao Xiyan's face turn dark instantly, couldn't help lowering his head and grinning, chewing on the omelette, trying not to look at him.

It was an hour after the two of them went out.

Tang Jingci really wandered around casually, and took some photos at unique places.

Originally, she was going to take some pictures of the scenery, but because Qiao Xiyan was there, she naturally wanted to take some pictures by herself, and after thinking for a long time, she handed her the phone.

"I'm not good at taking pictures." Qiao Xiyan said bluntly.

"It's okay, you can take whatever you want." Tang Jingci walked in front of a large building and posed casually.

Qiao Xiyan glanced at her phone case.

In white letters on a blue background, it said [Get rich overnight], he twitched the corners of his mouth, he was no longer an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, she loved to daydream.

He held up his phone and took a few pictures for her.

Tang Jingci checked the photos excitedly, most of them were blurry, why did he focus on the building, blurring her face, this man...

It's not that I can't take pictures, it's my handicap!

**

Cloud City on the other side

Song Feng got up at seven o'clock in the evening to pack his things, and the visiting time was ten o'clock in the morning, and they had to catch a plane back to Beijing at noon, so the time was very tight.

"You don't need me to accompany you?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

"I am very familiar with Yuncheng, just take a taxi there." Song Fengwan refused to let him see him off.

Fu Chen pressed his lips tightly, and said after a few seconds: "I'll call a taxi for you."

Song Fengwan carried his things alone, and took a taxi to the prison in the south of Yuncheng. It took more than half a year to see Song Jingren again. He heard from the prison guard that he had reformed well in the past six months, and he was not as disheartened as he was when he came in.

He is still skinny, but his spirit is obviously better than before.

"...I heard that your mother gave birth to another child?" Song Jingren talked to her, his voice trembling.

"En." Song Fengwan nodded.

"Oh..." Song Jingren's expression was a little dazed, and it took a long time before he asked with red eyes, "Does that family treat you well?"

"fine."

"That's good, that's good..." He repeated these three words, his fingers trembling slightly with excitement.

Visiting hours were limited, and when Song Fengwan came out, the sun was scorching hot outside, making him feel warm and full of energy.

Fu Chen had already hailed a car for her, and she walked out of the prison and went straight to the restaurant where the two had lunch. When she got off the car, a few students-like people immediately surrounded her.

"Let's take a look, thank you."

Song Fengwan nodded and took the flyer. She was from a fitness swimming pool. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the Yuncheng University badge pinned to his clothes, and her pupils shrank slightly.

Inexplicably, I thought of Jiang Fengya...

Ever since Song Jingren had an accident with her adoptive father, she seemed to have evaporated, completely disappearing from her life.

However, such an ambitious person who wanted to climb the ladder always felt that there was something strange about withdrawing from her life circle like this.

However, Song Fengwan didn't have time to think about it at this time, so he put away the flyer and went straight into the restaurant.

*

When the plane arrived in Beijing at noon, it was already evening. Song Fengwan felt tired from nowhere, and was so sleepy that he called the counselor to ask for leave, so he didn't go to the evening self-study.

"Then stay and sleep tonight?" Fu Chen had already showered and changed.

"I still have homework to do, lend me your computer."

"Um."

Fu Chen helped her turn on the computer and entered the password for her, while he sat on the side, wiping his hair with a towel in one hand, and looked at his phone with the other.

Song Fengwan was speechless:

When did the third brother of his family become a bow-headed family?

She was not used to Fu Chen's computer, so she called Hu Xinyue while operating it, and the phone was turned on hands-free.

"Wanwan, when will you arrive at the dormitory? I'll pick you up!"

"I won't go back tonight, and I won't go to evening self-study. I remember taking pictures of the homework requirements for the art history teacher's homework last time. I don't know why I lost it. What are the requirements?"

"According to the content of his class, write a casual essay of more than 1,000 words. I will send it back to you for the specific format requirements."

"good."

"By the way..." Just when she was about to hang up, Hu Xinyue stopped her, "Did you save the resources I sent you last time?"

"Ah?" Song Fengwan shook his fingers, and a bunch of things appeared on the word interface of the computer...

"My resources have been harmonized. Damn it, what a crime, send me another copy."

"I..." Song Fengwan subconsciously looked up at Fu Chen, who was staring at him with interest, smiling unfathomably.

"Hurry up, I'll wait for you."

Hu Xinyue hung up the phone after speaking.

Song Fengwan almost wanted to cry, this Hu Xinyue really...

Killed her.

While Song Fengwan was doing her homework, Fu Chen kept tossing her mobile phone, and when she was done, he checked his online disk. There were all famous books in the world, and the most terrifying thing was...

There are also English vocabulary that must be memorized for CET-4 and CET-6!

She may not have found a boyfriend, but a father!

Cousin and Sister Tang are afraid that they hate each other, anyway, they feel that each other is handicapped [hands disabled]

The third master is right for Wanwan, isn't he just like an old father, haha

Wan Wan: ...

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