Chapter 24

Fu Chen looked at Qiao Xiyan calmly, "just a moment."

"I'll wait for you in the yard." Qiao Xiyan nodded and looked at the legendary Third Master Fu unintentionally.

A man, born too delicate, even the fingers are pure white.

It's like the jade he polished. It's symmetrical and slender. Every inch is exquisite.

It's true that it's a good thing.

"Good." Fu Chen said and closed the door.

He expected that josiyan would come to him, and that he could deliver song Fengwan himself. It would be hard to say without his advice.

**

When Fu Chen arrived in the yard, josiyan was standing under the street lamp smoking. The green smoke curled up from his fingertips, enveloping his whole body in a light fog. He heard the movement and looked sideways.

Eyes deep as the sea, will watch Fu Chen into, will cigarette ends thrown to the ground, foot out.

It is well known that Fu Chen does not smoke or drink.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Fu Chen's voice is very smooth.

"The main thing is to talk about late. I'm afraid it's going to be a lot of trouble for the third master." For the sake of his cousin, Qiao Xiyan's tone is hard to ease, usually very cold.

"Well."

"Good evening, I don't think it will cause you any trouble. If you do something, please forgive me. Don't worry about a child."

He is eccentric, Qiao Xiyan is also worried about leaving, Fu Shen will bully his cousin.

Fu Chen Lian eyebrow, understatement said, "depending on the situation."

Josie Yan frowned, as hard as the rumor said, and didn't bother to say the polite words on the scene.

"The third master is one of the most important figures in the capital. I believe you will not embarrass a little girl." Josiyan was not a soft persimmon, either. He sank his throat.

"If she has done anything, she has been over stimulated recently. After all, a lot of things have happened recently..."

"You know who the culprit is."

Fu Shen's eyes collided with Qiao Xiyan.

He was born with the appearance of a near fairy like demon. He was usually very gentle, and his sudden chill was more bleak than the autumn night wind.

Just for a moment, in a twinkling of an eye, it was Fu San ye, who was very proud.

"Mr. Joe, are you warning me?"

Otherwise, how can you deliberately mention Fu Yuxiu.

Qiao Xiyan just laughed, "I just hope that the third master will be more tolerant towards the evening. I can't control the attitude of the Song family."

"Although we don't have many people in Qiao's family, you should have heard of our famous crazy nurse. I'm just an aunt and a cousin."

"I can bear bullying. If anyone bullies her, he is the king of heaven..."

"I won't let it go either."

He raised his foot and ran over the cigarette end twice. He looked directly at Fu Chen without any fear. His strength and eyes were inexplicable

Hard work.

Fu Shen light Shen, "I did not bully minors hobby."

It's too late for him to promise to tolerate Song Feng.

Qiao Xiyan got a satisfactory answer, and then stopped trampling the cigarette ends at his feet. "Thank you for your hospitality tonight. I drove all day and went back to the house first. You also had an early rest."

Fu Shen nodded and watched Qiao Xiyan leave.

No one came out of the dark until he heard from his back.

"Third Master, this Qiao Xiyan is too bold to threaten you face to face?" They're stupid in the dark.

This is the provocation of naked hongguoguo. Who dares to quarrel with the third master?

It's too bold.

Fu Chenfei didn't get angry. Instead, he chuckled, "it's very interesting."

Interesting?

People are stupid again.

Before that, the third master must have been angry, but now he is laughing? Is it because of Miss Song's face?

Color makes wisdom dim?

Sure enough, beauty is wrong.

Fu Chen is not as shallow as they think. He is just trying to test Qiao Xiyan to see what he can do for Song Feng's party.

If the deterrent in his eyes had made him cowardly, he would not have paid any attention to him.

There are always people who say that Qiao's family is going downhill at sunset. I'm afraid they have miscalculated Qiao's family.

**

On the first night when song Fengwan stayed in Fu Chen's house, there was neither wind nor waves. After drinking the Xingjiu Anshen soup specially sent by Nian Shu, he fell asleep.

Maybe it's too tired to drive during the day, and I have no dream all night.

When she woke up the next day, it was very bright. She didn't dare to sleep in. She simply washed and went downstairs.

Nowadays, few children are willing to get up early if it's OK. Song Feng gets up late so early, which makes his uncle very surprised. He likes her a little more.

The third master's vision is really good.

"Nianshuzao." After all, it's not her home. She still feels a little stiff.

"Why don't Miss Song sleep a little longer?" Uncle Nian said with a smile.

"I can't sleep. My cousin hasn't woken up yet?" She subconsciously wants to find the closest person.

"Not yet, but the third master is up. Would you like to say hello?" Uncle Nian is very kind.

"Is it inconvenient?" Song Fengwan doesn't want to be alone with Fu Chen. She had a spring dream of picking his clothes yesterday. How dare she see him.

"No, the third master copies scriptures in his little study every morning. I'll take you there."

Song Fengwan couldn't get rid of it, so he had to follow him to the small study.

Nien Shu can see that Song Feng was young in his later years, and he was still in love. Now his third master is hot. He must try his best to make up for it.

Song Fengwan followed him through several flower corridors and soon came to the door of the small study.

"Third Master?" Uncle Nian knocks at the door.

"Come in." Through the door, his voice was a little dull.

Uncle Nian opened the door and staggered, "Miss Song got up. If she wanted to come and say hello to you, I brought her here."

Song Fengwan blinked innocently. How did she want to come over? It was clearly his proposal.

Fu Chen holds a little Ye Zhennan brush and copies Buddhist scriptures with his head down. He looks attentive and his posture is as straight as a pine.

On the nanmu table, there is a Buddhist Scripture, a stack of rice paper, a penholder, a ruler, a bronze censer, a wisp of incense leaking from the filter, the morning wind passing by, and a room of sandalwood.

On the other side of the table, there is an old phonograph, which is playing the yiyiya opera.

"Good morning, Third Master." Song Fengwan walked in and listened to the opera. He was only in his twenties. How could he live like an old man.

"Well." Fu Chen's pen, ink brush, freehand style.

Song Fengwan stood on tiptoe and took a look at the Buddhist Scripture copied in front of him

It's beautiful.

At the moment, she also heard Fu Chenfang's Kunqu Opera "Peony Pavilion".

Song Fengwan didn't study opera, but Qiao's ancestral home is Wusu, which is the birthplace of Kunqu Opera. She heard her grandfather humming when she was a child, and she still had an impression of words and sentences.

At this time is singing the most famous "garden dream"

"... let's loosen the collar with you, and let's go."

"I'll wait for you to have a long and gentle sleep..."

"... when I see you close to each other, I want to join you like meat."

Song Fengwan suddenly remembers the picture of himself tearing Fu Shen's clothes under his body, and his little face turns red.

"Why are you blushing? Not feeling well? " The voice came from the top of his head. As soon as song Fengwan raised his head, Fu Shen did not know when to stand in front of her and was looking down at her.

Warm breathing is not light, not heavy on her face, like a hot wave.

She blushed more and more.

Too close

It's killing me.