Chapter 29

Worried about song Fengwan going to school to report tomorrow, they left in a hurry after dinner.

There was no communication in the whole process. When walking, he always kept a distance of half a meter, polite and alienated.

When they got on the bus and left, Cheng's brothers and sisters came out of the farmhouse.

The boy squinted, "that girl is really good-looking. Just now I saw her go to the bathroom, so I wanted to say something in the past."

Side of the woman carrying a limited edition bag, stepping on hate sky high, holding the car keys toward a red sports car to go, "how did not go?"

"Whose territory is this? How dare I?"

"He's not in the capital."

"Even if he's not here, he can still unload me. Besides, the third master is still here. Even if he doesn't like that girl, he won't let me bully her in front of him. He just doesn't know when to see her again."

He was young, but he played with a lot of women. He had seen all kinds of women, but he didn't see song Fengwan. He didn't have a pink face, but he was still breathtaking.

I've heard that Fu Yuxiu's fiancee has a common family background, but she was born beautiful. If she moved, she would fall in love. The rumor is true.

"I've inquired. She will go to No.1 middle school to report tomorrow. It's not up to you to knead the circle and flatten it then." The woman laughed grimly.

**

After Song Feng went back in the evening, he went directly to his room, took a bath and prepared to make a mathematical simulation paper.

Fu Chengang changed his clothes and went downstairs to walk the dog.

Fu Xinhan was shivering in his nest.

"Come out." Fu Shen pressed his voice.

This stupid thing, when it pounces on people, its hooves are happy. Now take it for a walk and pretend to be dead?

Fu Xinhan shook his legs and crawled out of the nest. He watched him carefully and took him to raise his feet. Then he slowly followed him.

It's not walking the dog. It's obviously abusing the dog.

I don't want to walk today, OK?

At this time, Fu Chen's mobile phone rings out of time. He squints at the strange number, but he has already guessed who it is. He answers the phone and says "hello".

"Damn Fu Chen, you dare to blackmail me." You can feel each other's anger through the phone.

"As you know, my mobile phone is in disrepair for a long time. It may be short circuited." Fu Chen said it as if there was such a thing.

"Don't pretend to be a fool. Did you take the little girl to my place for dinner today? You don't pay! What's so special about hanging it on my account? "

When song Fengwan went to inquire, the cashier didn't tell the truth. If it was a charge, song Fengwan would have to pay for it. She could only use that reason to prevaricate her.

"If it's OK, I'll hang up." Facing his accusation, Fu Chen didn't have any waves in his heart.

"I heard that you two have no communication in the whole process, Fu San. It's not like chasing girls. You're so good at it."

"Don't put on a dead face. If a little girl really treats you as a monk, you have to infiltrate from now on, let her adapt to you, get familiar with you, and never leave you again."

"It's said that the little girl is good-looking. There must be no lack of pursuers. As you are very old, you are not competitive. You have to hold on to it."

Fu Shen said lightly, "I don't need a single dog to teach me how to chase people."

"Wokuo, I've eaten your dog food. I'm a single dog, not a heartless wolf. You know what

"Don't say you are a dog. My Fu Xinhan has a better market than you."

The other party choked so that he couldn't speak, "Fu Chen, wait for me, and let the dog in your house wait for me too!"

The last few words are basically roared out, because the voice is too loud, directly spread to the outside.

Fu Xinhan shivered again. Who did it provoke.

How come so many people want his dog's life recently.

**

After walking his dog back to the house, Fu Chen is still going to the study to burn incense and worship Buddha. He usually goes to the study on the second floor in the evening. As soon as he pushes the door in, he sees song Fengwan in it.

Song Fengwan was drawing geometric figures on the draft paper with a ruler to solve the problem. When he saw Fu Shen come in, the nib of his pen trembled and almost punctured the paper.

"Third master." Her room was a guest room, and there was no desk for study. "Uncle Nian asked me to come here."

"Well." Fu Chen went directly to the bookshelf to pick a book, and sat down directly in front of the desk.

Study on a long desk, between the two separated by a distance, do not interfere with each other.

At the beginning of song Fengwan, he couldn't completely calm down. Yu Guang looked at Fu Chen lightly.

He was totally different from the daytime. He changed into a white casual suit. He was calm and calm after passing a thousand sails. He looked at the Buddhist scriptures with the self-confidence and calmness of light clouds and clear wind. He was pious and detached.

Fu Chen had noticed song Fengwan's attention for a long time, but he didn't break it. He was just staring at her and didn't want to read. He took the blank book on one side, poured some thick ink into the inkstone, picked up a small nanmu brush and began to copy scriptures.

Song Feng was late, and then he hung his head and concentrated on writing the test paper.

Fu Chen answers a phone call and goes out, but he doesn't come back. Song Fengwan finishes his test paper, and he is not in a hurry to correct it. Instead, he glances at the Buddhist scriptures copied by Fu Shen.

Yan Jin Liu Gu, like a painting of sand.

She had never studied calligraphy before. She looked at the brush inkstone curiously and estimated that Fu Chen would not come back for the time being. She secretly took the brush and dipped it in some ink to write two words on her own draft paper.

Most beginners can't grasp the power of writing brush words, so does song Fengwan. Instead of writing the words, he fainted a lot of thick ink on the draft paper.

She was a little annoyed. She imitated Fu Chen's words and continued to draw on the draft paper. She was not only absent-minded, but also half fractal.

Just as she was concentrating on her writing, a clear male voice came from her side.

"Want to learn?"

Song Fengwan was so scared that his hand trembled, and there was a pool of thick ink at the tip of his pen.

"Third Master, I..." she looked like she was caught stealing on the spot, at a loss.

"I'll teach you."

"No, I'm just..." before Song Feng finished his words, a pair of warm hands had wrapped her right hand, and they were close to the fingertips on the back of her hand to help her hold the pen.

"What do you want to write?" Fu Chen's voice was almost close to his ear, beating her eardrum, hot and hot.

Song Feng didn't recover in the evening. He just felt that he was sticking from the back, and his other hand was directly on the table, encircling her between her body and the table. Although she was not close, the temperature slowly penetrated in.

All pervasive, let the heart tremble.

"Well? What do you write? " Fu Shen hoarse voice, partial head look at her, "or write the name."

"Well." In the late Song Dynasty, the heart was like beating a drum.

His fingers wrapped around her, with a pen, slowly dropped the word "late" on the paper.

"Are you afraid of me?" Fu Shen's voice hit her heart again, crisp.

"No She tried to calm herself.

"Don't hold on so tight." Fu Chen suddenly hook lips a smile, "relax, late."

Song Fengwan's brain was confused, his cheeks were flushed, and his heart beat for a while, which made his brain faint.

I don't even remember how to get back to my room.

Fu Chen is in a good mood this evening. The guy has a good saying that she should adapt to his existence as soon as possible.