Chapter 22

The car galloped on the smooth road, and Fu Shen leaned on his seat as if he was taking a nap.

The flickering light came in from the car window, which made half of his face look like a medieval oil painting. Every part of his face was rich in ink, exquisite and profound.

Sitting upright, elegant, colorful neon lights flash past him. Even in the prosperous world, he is still free of dust.

Song fengwanzai thought about it carefully. He just wanted to stay. He should pay attention not to offend him. After more than two months, he was still very quick.

According to Mr. Fu's words, Fu Chen should not live at home often, and there should be few opportunities for them to meet.

snow-mountain hiking?

She looked at him cautiously. He was ascetic and elegant. He was born beautiful and gentle. It's hard to imagine what he would look like when he climbed the mountain?

If you look at it alone, it's very thin. He probably doesn't even have four liang of meat. Tut

Just when she was distracted, her mobile phone vibrated. It was Qiao Aiyun.

"Hello, Ma." Song Fengwan is afraid of disturbing Fu Chen. When she arrives in Beijing, she sends a message to her parents.

"Did you have a good evening at Fu's?" Qiao Aiyun has a loving voice.

"It's very good. Grandfather Fu and grandmother Fu are very nice." When song Fengwan heard his mother's voice, he relaxed and his voice became sweet and warm.

Fu Chen's fingers on the Buddha's beads gave a pause.

"That's good. When you live in Fu Chen, remember to be obedient and don't give people any trouble..." about song Fengwan, Qiao Xiyan must have told her for the first time, and Qiao Aiyun told her.

"When you go out alone, you must take good care of yourself. Although learning is important, your health is more important. Call me whenever you need anything." She exhorted patiently.

"I'll come to see you when I'm finished with my work in a few days. You don't have to worry about things at home."

"Well." Song Fengwan suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen her for some time, and now he was in a foreign country, and he had to live in a shady and sunny family. He suddenly felt a little sad.

Her throat rolled twice, a little dry, "Mom, when are you finished?"

"Soon, be good." Qiao Aiyun's voice became softer and softer.

There is a serious traffic jam in the capital. The car stops and goes away. Song Fengwan drinks a little wine. His brain is dizzy. He keeps playing with his mobile phone all the time. He just feels stuffy in the chest and is disgusted.

Decisive end and mother's chat, she lowered the window, night breeze slowly, seems to be more comfortable.

At the moment, the car is converging into the traffic flow on one side. Due to the fast overtaking of a car and the sudden brake, song Fengwan's whole body seems weightless and falls forward

It was too late for her to reach out to support her.

I thought I was going to crash into the front seat this time. My arm was suddenly pulled by someone, and I bumped into a warm and stiff arms.

Head knock to a hard object, pain her tears almost fall.

"Hiss -" she gasped.

"Third Master, someone is rushing to overtake." The driver was sweating.

Fu Shen looked down at the man in his arms, "where did he hit?"

"Head." Song Feng found that he was lying in Fu Chen's arms, and his hands were pressing on his chest.

He was wearing a cardigan with a buckle on his chest, and his forehead was just on it. No wonder it hurt so much.

"Look up." Fu Shen's voice was gentle and calm.

As soon as she looked up, she could feel the hot air from his nose falling on her face. Her heart was beating, and her breathing stopped abruptly for a few seconds.

The inexplicable smell of sandalwood wrapped her up again.

She did not return to God, a pair of warm hands fell on her forehead, gently rubbed twice, "is it here?"

Song Fengwan is a little silly.

But Fu Chen fingertip movement, already changed a place, "or here?"

His voice was low, his breath steady, but slightly hot.

Song Fengwan only felt her forehead touched by her hands.

Her whole body was tense and numb, her palms were hot, and her head was dizzy. After drinking, she was a little hot and dry. When she was touched by him, a blush spread on her face, and her whole face was like a layer of clouds.

It's vivid.

She moved her fingertips twice, which

Although it was autumn, it was still hot and dry during the day. Fu Shen wore a thin shirt, and her fingers could clearly feel the muscle texture under the clothes.

"Where did it hit?" Fu Shen's voice came from you.

Song Feng late this just returned to God, fingers slightly forced, trying to support the body to leave, "nothing, it's not very painful."

"Then sit down." Fu Chen's tone was calm, solemn and serious.

"It's just that I've been drinking too much and I feel carsick." Song Fengwan wanted to say hello to him in advance. If he really vomited in his car, he would have to throw himself down.

Just as her finger was about to leave Fu Chen's chest, she was suddenly held by someone.

Song Fengwan subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

Fu Chen not only didn't let go, but held it more tightly.

Her whole nerves were suspended, and his fingers were warm and dry, clinging to her hands, so close.

"Third Master?"

Song Fengwan is in a bit of a hurry. What is he doing?

Four eyes opposite, his voice is low, but also with a little irresistible, "don't move."

Fu Chen held her hand in his hand and looked down. The little girl's fingers were slender, white and tender. She held them in the palm of her hand, soft and boneless.

Song Fengwan felt his warm fingertips slide slowly from the palm of her hand, as if there were sparks burning a prairie fire.

He stopped his fingers, thumb in her left hand tiger mouth in the middle of Hegu acupoint, slightly forced to rub twice, "this will be more comfortable."

"I'll do it myself." Song Fengwan had never been so close to Fu Yuxiu, and his nerves were tense to the extreme.

"My mother told me to take care of you." Fu Chen's tone was peaceful, as if taking care of her was just at the request of her parents.

The driver coughed and rubbed his nose.

After being with Fu Chen for such a long time, he always goes his own way. The old lady even asked him to go on a blind date, and he has never been so obedient.

The pain of his thumb made her almost cry out. The feeling of nausea seemed to be pressed down.

She had been in the car all day, and she was very drunk. With a groan, she leaned on her seat and felt sleepy.

Fu Chen rubbed for a while and saw that she was asleep. He rubbed her finger on the back of her soft hand twice, as if enjoying some art.

His eyes sank a few minutes, carefully pinched twice, afraid to wake her up, also dare not be too presumptuous.

Her hands are tender and soft.

Hold it in your hand

I don't want to let go.

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The driver glanced at the back through the rearview mirror.

I'm good.

My third master, they are all asleep. Why are you holding their hands.

It's so nice of you to look at and touch your hands.