Chapter 41

In the studio, song Fengwan's sleeves are half rolled up and her long hair is so loose that she is in a roll. She is facing a plaster model not far away. The light sets her small face like the moon.

"Who are you going to draw on the homework assigned by the teacher?" The boy hesitated to speak.

"Not yet." Song Fengwan's works are endless.

"I'd better draw familiar people. I want to draw my father's, but he probably doesn't want to be a model for me..."

Song Fengwan stopped with his fingers, pursed his mouth, nodded and said nothing.

The boy was a little worried when he saw that she didn't want to talk. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a group of people standing at the back door, dressed in black, with a cold face. He was so scared.

"Who are you looking for, sir?" Because of the tension, boys voice slightly dry dumb.

Song Fengwan followed the sound and looked back, surprised to see Fu Chen.

"Why are you here?"

"Take you home." Fu Chen completely ignored the boy, "is it over?"

"I'll wash my hands. Just a moment." Song Fengwan dares to ask Fu Chen to wait for her. After packing, he goes to the bathroom.

Fu Shen walked out of the classroom and stood waiting outside. The boy also picked up his things. Seeing that he had a good relationship with song Fengwan, he wanted to make up with him. Before he got to his side, Fu Shen raised his eyes a little.

The four eyes are opposite.

The boy's body was excited. "Hello, are you song Fengwan's brother?"

Fu Shen fingered the beads and looked at him.

"I'm her classmate." The boy has been seen to cry by him.

Fu Chen grew up with the old man of the Fu family. Since he was a child, he had not learned how to do it, and his airs were always stable.

"Like her?" Fu Shen thought that song Fengwan should wash his hands quickly or make a quick decision.

The boy didn't expect Fu Chen to be so direct and blushed.

"I'm not, I'm..." he said subconsciously. What students fear most is their parents and teachers. Puppy love is even more taboo.

"No?" Fu Shen raised his eyebrows.

"We are just classmates."

"It's not the best. She has to concentrate on her study now. I don't want to be disturbed. If someone bothers her, I won't be polite."

The tone is not warm, but full of air, obviously warning him.

The boy's face changed, even more white than the color of the wall, "brother song, I'll go first."

"I'm not song, and I'm not her brother." Fu Chen's tone was gentle, and he added, "not even her uncle."

The boy left with a white face, thinking all the way, not his brother, not his uncle? How do they live together?

Fu Chen's side of the body is holding a smile. If the friends of the third master see it, they will be crazy.

Terrorizing kids?

In Fu Shen's eyes, there is only a love enemy, no age difference.

**

When Song Feng came out late, Fu Chen was the only one in the studio except the teacher who was on duty to lock the door.

"Third Master, why are you here today?"

"Come back from the old house, pass by." Fu Chen was in a good mood to send away his rival.

Behind a group of people is completely speechless.

Can you tell me the truth? I'm here to pick someone up.

After they got on the bus, Song Feng saw Fu Xinhan squatting in the car at night.

Wearing mouth cover, a face of resentment, drooping eyelids, eyes like water, pitiful to death.

"What are you wearing it for?" Song Fengwan reached out and stroked his head. Fu Xinhan didn't bite. He didn't have to go out like this.

"It's the way to do something wrong."

"Can I untie it now?"

Fu Shen nodded.

Song Fengwan quickly untied the button behind her mouth cover, and Fu Xinhan quickly arched her body, intimately.

Now it can figure out who is the mother. It used to hold the wrong thigh.

I'll stay by her side and die.

Fu Chen Qingshen: little thing, I'm very good at steering.

**

After driving home for three or four minutes, Fu Xinhan never left song Fengwan.

"Take chicken soup from the old house and drink it before you sleep." Fu Shen looks at the late Song Dynasty.

"Well." As soon as she changed her shoes, Fu Xinhan rubbed against her feet and kept licking her feet to show her closeness.

"Come here." Fu Shen dropped his eyes.

Fu Xinhan raises his feet and grabs song Fengwan's clothes, obviously asking for help.

"It's OK. He's so good." Since Fu Xinhan scared Cheng Tianyi, her favor for it soared.

Fu Shen no longer talks. Fu Xinhan wags his tail and follows song Fengwan into the living room. When he passes by Fu Shen, he glances at him arrogantly.

Put a muzzle on him, huh——

The dog is protected now. It's not afraid of you.

The people around are holding a smile, and their toes are high. This dog wants to go to heaven. How dare he throw his face at the third master? I'm afraid I'm not going to die?

Fu Chen chuckles. Sure enough, whoever gives you something is not enough.

At the moment, a man who was climbing the snow mountain in the West sneezed, "Damn, the altitude is too high. It's too cold. I'm freezing to death."

**

Uncle Nian helped to bowl the chicken soup Fu Chen brought back. It was steaming and fragrant.

"How long do you stay in the studio alone every day? Not safe? " Fu Chenxing said unintentionally.

"I want to draw more time." Song Fengwan is smiling and bending over to give Fu Xinhan Shun Mao. Painting needs space. She's already bothered when she lives here. What's the point of asking Fu Chen to make room for her.

Fu chentaijing, immediately understand what she wants?

"I'll have the rightmost room on the second floor cleaned up, where you can draw."

"That..."

"The storage room is always empty."

"Please." Song Fengwan turned to smile at him.

Beauty smile, charming.

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes, tightened his throat a little, and slightly opened his eyes.

"I just heard you talk to that boy. Do you need a model?"

People around me are so confused. Are you going to recommend yourself?