Chapter 23

After song Fengwan fell asleep, Fu Shen signaled the driver to slow down, but she did not sleep well.

She had a dream about the night she was drunk, but this time it was not that she threatened to sleep Fu Chen and he heard her, but that she actually put him on the bed and tore Fu Chen's clothes

The clothes were torn, revealing a thin waist, strong and tight muscles, smooth lines, no exaggeration, but very eye-catching.

Fu Chen was pressed by her, cold as ice, but gorgeous as peach and plum.

"Miss Song, Miss Song?" She felt called.

Song Feng wakes up from his dream in the evening. Fu Chen's face, which is demonic and ascetic, turns white.

"Third... Third master." She has a knot in her tongue.

"Here we are." Fu Chen's tone was peaceful.

"Well." Song Feng thinks of that dream in the evening, his face is red, how can he have such a shameful dream.

Fu Shen's eyes moved down, "can you release your hand?"

As soon as song Fengwan bowed his head, he saw Fu Shen's sleeve firmly held in his hand.

Because of the excessive force of pulling, leading to his neckline offset, revealing a small white neck, delicate and moist, throat slightly sliding, unspeakable abstinence sex appeal.

"I'm sorry." She immediately released her hand and blushed even more.

"Nightmare?" Fu Shen stretched out his hand to straighten the neckline and smooth the wrinkled sleeves.

Fu Chen was also afraid that song Fengwan would wake up at any time, and he could not be too presumptuous. He pinched his hands twice and let go.

I didn't expect that the little girl would not let go when she pulled her sleeve. It was like tearing her clothes.

"Well." Song Fengwan nodded bitterly and did not dare to look at him.

"Get out of the car." Fu Shen's eyes were deep and he got off the bus first.

Song Feng's face was very red in the evening, and his mind was full of the dream just now.

It's a shame.

Didn't you just touch his chest? How can you dream like this.

She adjusted her breathing before she got out of the car.

Although it is at night, the mansion is brightly lit, with carved iron doors and green vines. It is a typical Chinese style residence with a sense of simplicity and solemnity.

"Third master." A middle-aged man of about 40 years old, wearing a stiff uniform, had been waiting at the door for a long time. Seeing song Fengwan, he also had a kind smile, "Miss Song."

"Hello." The late Song Dynasty was a little stiff when he first arrived.

"This is uncle Nian. If I'm not here, you can tell him anything." Fu Chen doesn't have any temperature.

At the moment, josiyan's car has arrived. Naturally, someone will carry the luggage. They just need to follow Fu Chen into the door.

It's only three or four minutes' walk from the gate to the main gate of the house. Pavilions, cornices, painted walls and copper bells are elegant and elegant.

When she entered the room, she could immediately smell a faint smell of sandalwood. She thought that the decoration pattern of the place where Fu Shen lived was almost the same as that of the temple and Buddhist hall, but she didn't expect that the furniture inside was very modern.

Extremely elegant, exquisite everywhere, low-key luxury.

Fu Chen walked in front, dressed in a long black shirt, which was more like the childe brother of the Republic of China.

The endless romantic implication of Tao.

"Miss Song, your room is on the second floor. I'll show you there." Uncle Nian said with drooping eyes.

"Thank you." Song Fengwan followed him to the second floor. Along the way, Nien Shu introduced the layout of the house to her. "There is an independent bathroom in the room, which is convenient for you to live in."

When she entered the bedroom, there were already some women's things in it.

"I know you're coming. The third master has to prepare some in advance. Please let us know if you need anything." Uncle Nian stood at the door and didn't go in.

"Very good." Song Fengwan didn't expect that Fu Chen would be so considerate. He looked at the room and turned around to see Uncle Nian standing at the door, smiling at her all the time. "Uncle Nian, what's the matter with you?"

The luggage has arrived. She has to pack up.

"The house was designed by the third master himself and supervised by him. Except for the old lady, you are the first woman he brings back

Song Feng was stunned for a moment. How could this sound so wrong.

What is the first woman brought back?

She just checked in for the time being.

"You clean up first, I won't disturb you." Uncle Nian closed the door and left.

He grinned more and more brightly.

He grew up watching Fu Chen. Although the old man and the old lady forced this Miss Song, if the third master was really reluctant, she would not even step in the gate, let alone let them prepare daily necessities in advance.

I'm afraid it's the right eye.

It's 27 years old, but it's enlightening.

This is Miss Song. She's a little young, but she's very straight. It's nothing to wait for two more years.

Finally, there is hope.

He laughed more and more happily.

**

As soon as Nian Shu left, the door closed. Song Feng was relieved at night. He sat on the bed and looked at the room carefully.

She's very dizzy.

She didn't know how she came to live here. She seemed to be dreaming.

Qiao Xiyan took a look in the room, chatted with Fu Chen, and then went out for a cigarette.

Fu Chen went directly back to his bedroom to change clothes.

As soon as the two turnbuckles were untied, the mobile phone rang.

He took a look at the caller ID and frowned a little. This man was climbing outside, but he still had time to call himself.

He put on the phone and said, "hello.".

"Fu San, I've heard that your old man has stuffed you with a little girl."

"You're very quick." Fu Shen raised his eyebrows.

"New Year's uncle went to my store to buy a lot of things for women. Your old man is playing for real this time. He just stuffed women into your house. How could you like it?" The man was obviously surprised.

"Have you finished?" Fu Chen was obviously impatient.

"Which girl? How do you look? "

"Why don't you just ask my dad?"

"I don't dare. Your old man used to say that he was afraid of you becoming a monk. Let me accompany you more. OK, I went."

"Since I had an affair with you, I didn't dare to enter your door. Your old man said directly that if he saw us together again, he would break my leg." The man laughed twice.

"If I go to inquire, he may think I'm jealous to do damage. When I go back, he will kill me."

Fu Chen raised his mouth and said, "I'll hang up."

"No, you really brought it in, Fu San. What do you think..."

Fu Chen hung up the phone before the man finished.

What do you think?

Meat to the mouth, you say eat or not?

……

Before he had time to change his clothes, he heard a knock on the door. If his subordinates, they would open the door first and then knock. He closed his front button and opened the door.

"Third Master, do you have time to talk?"

Josiyan had just smoked a cigarette and spoke with a faint smell of tobacco. After several days of fatigue, there was a faint shadow under his eyelids.

Born cold and fierce, it is daunting.