Chapter 7

As soon as song Fengwan got on the bus, he didn't dare to move. He lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone. From time to time, he would observe the movement of people beside him.

She and Fu Shen sat side by side, and the distance between them almost filled two people.

He leaned over his body. His white shirt with a standing collar and delicate clavicle could be seen. He lowered his eyebrow and raised his hand to brush the water off his clothes. His movements were all delicate and elegant.

Because it's raining, the light outside is dim and dark, the car has a little heating inside, and the water color is smoky. His side has a sense of depression and wind.

Just like him, he is top-notch in the entertainment circle where handsome men gather. No wonder people always say that many celebrities in Beijing are fascinated by him.

"Miss Song?" The man of the co driver takes out a box of paper towels from the dark grid of the car, but he looks at Song Fengwan staring at his third master in a daze.

Song Fengwan was a little out of his mind. He was caught off guard and collided with Fu Chen's eyes. He immediately became a thief and felt guilty, so he didn't open his eyes.

The corners of Fu Chen's mouth were curved.

"Miss Song, tissue." The man reminded again.

"Thank you." Song Fengwan took the paper towel in a hurry, bowed his head and kept wiping his face. He lost his attitude and did not dare to see Fu Shen again.

"Where to?" Fu Shen's voice was deliberately low and reverberated in the narrow carriage.

"Oriental studio in the west of the city." She hung her head, pulled the tissue, and began to wipe her arms and legs again.

Before, a car sped past her, splashing sewage and mud stains on her legs, and the school uniform skirt was wet by the rain, which made her legs more slender.

White legs, a little dazzling.

Fu Shen took a look, his eyes were a little dim, and he was too calm to open his eyes.

**

They didn't say a word before they got to the studio.

"Stop here." When the car arrived at a junction, Song Feng opened it in the evening. "It's a one-way street over there. If you go in, you have to make a circle to get out. Just put me down here."

The driver pulled over and parked the car.

Song Fengwan got on the bus first. She was on the left. Sometimes there was a car running over there. She didn't dare to open the door easily, so she looked up at Fu Chen.

But this person sits on the position, but Leng is no response.

Just as she was about to speak, Fu Chen pushed the door and got out of the car.

The man in the co driver got off the car to help him with the umbrella.

When Song Feng got out of the car in the evening, it was still drizzling outside. She stood under the umbrella, just two punches away from Fu Chen.

"Thank you today, Third Master. I'll treat you to dinner another day." Song Feng gave birth to a pair of Phoenix eyes in his later life. He smiles slightly and looks like a little fox.

"Well." Fu Chen answered.

"Then I..." song Fengwan pointed to the studio not far away and planned to go first.

Fu Chen suddenly turned around and took out a black windbreaker coat from the car. With a shake of his fingers, Song Feng didn't return to herself. The clothes had already fallen on her.

The dress was very long, covering all her skirts, only revealing a white leg.

"Third Master..." song Fengwan's whole body was covered by the inexplicable smell of sandalwood. His clothes were warm and dry. His fingertips slipped through the neckline and seemed to brush her neck unintentionally, which made her skin tremble and numb.

"It's cold."

"Thank you, but this dress..."

"Give it back to me next time you invite me to dinner." Fu Chen took it for granted.

Song Fengwan's heart was thumped.

She just said it was polite. Fu Chen has lived in the capital for a long time, and he won't be able to stay in Yuncheng for a long time. How can he have dinner with himself when he's free? She's just being polite. Don't people usually talk like that?

Who ever thought that he and himself would come true?

"What's the matter?" Fu Chen's fingers still fell on the collar of the windbreaker, and the distance between them was closer.

The hot and humid smell of his breath sprayed on her face, crisp and itchy.

"Nothing." Song Fengwan was easy to say, but in fact he was very upset.

"Take out your cell phone."

"Well?" Song Fengwan looks at him suspiciously, but he still takes out his cell phone, unlocks it and hands it to him.

Because of the height difference, song Fengwan stood on tiptoe to see that he had entered a series of numbers in his mobile phone. After dialing, he hung up and handed them to her only after the notes were ready.

"My cell phone number."

Song Fengwan finger stiff took the phone, "well."

The mobile phone in her hand seems like a hot potato. How dare she ask Fu Chen to go out for dinner? She really dug a big hole for herself.

When she put away her mobile phone, she felt a dark shadow approaching. She subconsciously looked up, and the distance between them was only one centimeter.

His breathing was clear and hot. They were so close that she was careful to breathe.

Fu Shen looked away and suddenly raised his hand.

Song Fengwan instinctively wanted to hide.

"Don't move." He whispered.

Song Fengwan was in awe of him. He was stiff and did not dare to move.

His fingertips glided gently at her temples, dry and warm, and fell on her cool face, which made her every pore tremble and scream, "there are scraps of paper."

Then he straightened up, and the distance between them was restored.

Song Fengwan took a deep breath, like a drowning man, and finally landed.

"Thank you." Song Feng's face was a little red and hot when he wiped it at night. It's estimated that he just wiped his face with a paper towel, but he didn't pay attention to the paper scraps. It's a shame.

"You're welcome."

The man behind the umbrella was stunned.

What about the paper scraps? Why didn't he see it?

The Third Master of their family is obviously teasing a girl. He is so serious and at ease.

"Third Master, I'll go first. Please get on the bus." Song Fengwan thought that if he stayed with him like this, he would be absolutely crazy.

Fu Shen looked down at her, "I'll wait for your call."

Then he turned and entered the carriage.

Song Fengwan's heart leaped and he laughed, "good."

**

Song Fengwan, holding an umbrella and wrapped in someone's big windbreaker, walked slowly towards the studio, sighing as he walked.

It's said that Mr. Fu has lived abroad, so I'm not used to such polite remarks at home. It seems that when I talk to him in the future, I must consider it carefully, so as not to dig a hole and plant myself in it.

As soon as she got to the door of the studio, through the glass door, she saw two familiar figures sitting inside.

The two men obviously saw her, and immediately stood up.

Song Fengwan took a deep breath. How could it be blocked here? It's really haunting.