Chapter 20

It was dusk.

The twilight of the setting sun fell on his black long shirt, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of pale gold halo. The light and shadow overlapped. He shook the Buddha beads in his hand, swayed the tassels, and had endless romantic freehand brushwork.

Eyes fell on the little girl in the room, as if with some condescending examination and contemplation.

He looked as if they had never seen each other.

"Third, go in." The old lady went into the room with a smile. Song Fengwan stood there and looked at the old lady carefully.

It is said that she is 80 years old, two years older than Mr. Fu. She has silver silk and is wearing a deep purple Qipao.

Age has been high, the skin has been relaxed and aging, but the elegance in the bones never fade with the years, but precipitate more and more elegant.

"Late?" The old lady had no airs and went straight to song Fengwan.

Song Fengwan nods with a smile. There is only one sentence in his mind: time never defeats beauty.

"Old lady." Josiyan's tone was submissive.

"I used to ask you to come to see me, but now I ask you to come late. You are very diligent." The old lady's voice is full of Wu Nong's soft language. Song Fengwan listens carefully. Is she from the south?

"Busy."

The old lady snorted. Without giving him half a look in her eyes, she took song Fengwan and sat down. She did not forget to remind her son, "third, what are you doing at the door? Come and sit down."

Fu Chen's mind was clear and he straightened everything out in a few seconds.

It's no wonder that during this period of time, his mother always hesitated to talk in front of him. He thought that the old lady was going to arrange a blind date for him, and was brewing some big moves. Now it seems that today's "Suolin bag" was completely arranged for song Fengwan.

Fu Shen sat quietly on the single sofa on one side, and his eyes were slightly over Qiao Xiyan's body.

The two of them are looking at each other.

There seems to be an undercurrent.

"Old three, you met late. This is josiyan, grandson of your grandfather Joe." Mr. Fu bowed his head to drink tea, but he looked at his son without any trace.

I can't see what he's thinking at all.

"Well." Fu Chen answered and said hello.

Josiyan's eyes and eyebrows moved. He's not a good person to be close to.

"Don't be stunned. Come and have dinner." The old lady said with a smile.

"I'll go out for a minute." But Fu Chen got up and went out with a look of displeasure.

"Old three!" Master Fu twisted his eyebrows, and his tone was threatening. Is this bastard ready to leave the guests and go by himself? It's a shame.

"Just a phone call." He said and strode out.

"He's the only one who has a lot to do. Let's leave him alone and come to dinner." Master Fu hums coldly.

How dare you give him face?

Anyway, he made up his mind to let him take care of song Fengwan today. He has to follow or not

We have to learn from it.

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Here, Mr. Fu and the old lady usually have dinner together. It's a long table for six people. Mr. Fu sits at the top and the old lady sits at the bottom.

"Xiyan, come here and sit down with me. I haven't seen you for a while. What are you busy with recently?" The old lady speaks Wu Su dialect.

"That's the same thing." Qiao Xiyan was respectful and obedient to the old lady. Song Fengwan had no choice but to sit alone.

"You can do this business for a lifetime. You don't care about this time. You can't delay finding your daughter-in-law. You must do it before it's too late, or the good girl will be robbed." The old lady took his hand and twisted her eyebrows into a ball. "Look at your hand..."

To be in Qiao's business, you have to hold a knife all day and work hard. It's not normal if you don't have a cocoon on your hand.

"You are worse than our old man." Although the old lady is disgusted, more or heartache.

"It's normal." Josiyan drew back his hand quietly.

"I still have to pay close attention to my own business. What kind of things do you like? I'll introduce some to you later." As soon as the old lady mentioned the object of introduction, her eyes burst out with a touch of brilliance.

There is no hostess in charge of Qiao's family, and Qiao Xiyan's father is also a fool who makes jade and chisels stone, regardless of these.

"It's not necessary." Josiyan coughed and drank tea.

"It's normal to get married and have children. Don't be shy."

Song Fengwan sits on the opposite side, bowing his head and holding a smile. He did not expect that his cousin could not resist.

She felt the shadow close to her side, and as soon as she looked up, Fu Chen had already pulled back his stool and sat down on his side with a calm look.

Today, it's rare for the Fu family to have guests. Naturally, they want to have a drink.

"Late, late, would you like some?" Mr. Fu was holding a small white porcelain wine pot. "It was given by others before. It tastes sweet and the alcohol concentration is not high. It's nothing to drink less."

"I don't need it. Please give it to the third master." Song Fengwan suddenly remembers the lies he said in the bar before, hoping to put his head under the table.

"The third is usually a vegetarian, and he quit smoking and drinking. This boy is very weak. Xiyan, you can have a drink with me." When master Fu mentioned Fu Shen, his tone was still a little disgusted.

be a vegetarian?

Song Fengwan was surprised and looked up at the man beside him.

He did it right, just like a cold plum in winter. Fu Shen noticed her sight and gave her a light look, as if he was warning something.

Song Fengwan dropped his head in a hurry and died.

Did she know something extraordinary.

"Late evening, it's hard to come here today. Just drink a small glass and taste fresh. You must have never drunk this kind of wine." Master Fu began to persuade people to drink again.

Song Fengwan had no choice but to get up, "grandfather Fu, I'll do it myself." How dare he let his old man pour wine for himself.

The wine has no alcohol taste at all. It's green and yellow with a fruity aroma.

Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu were almost talking to Qiao Xiyan, basically around Qiao's family.

Song Fengwan had just tasted a mouthful of wine, and the sweet aftertaste still remained on the tip of her tongue. She licked the corner of her mouth and carefully held the wine cup, ready to taste it again.

As soon as the glass touched my lips, I heard a faint voice from my ear.

"Is it good?" The sound was almost to his ear.

Low alcohol, but also with a strong magnetic.

Song Feng late body stiff, "OK."

"Drink less, or you'll lose your words after drinking."

"I won't talk nonsense." Song Fengwan is biting his lips. He just eats meat.

"Third, there's something I want to talk to you about." Master Fu, it's almost time.

"Well?" Fu Shen straightened up and was calm.

"The school you borrowed from is No.2 Middle School. It's in the east of the city. The tutorial class is also nearby. Your home is close. Let her live with you for the time being."

"Cough --" song Fengwan choked his throat with a mouthful of wine, and his face turned red.

The sight suddenly collides with Fu Chen, the heart is a tight, there is a kind of feeling that will be killed at any time.

Fu Shen put down his chopsticks and looked more and more unhappy, with anger hidden in his face.

Not far away, several people who followed Fu Shen looked at each other.

Damn, just now I went out to call someone to buy something for Miss Song. Why are you still angry now?

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