Chapter 42

Models?

Song Fengwan stops dog shunmao's fingers. The teacher asks that she is an acquaintance. She is also worried about it.

"Yes, I don't know uncle Nian..." she didn't dare to find Fu Shen, and immediately turned her eyes to Uncle Nian.

Uncle Nian calmly smiles, "don't tease me. My old arms and legs hurt when I stand a little more. How can I be a model for you? Third Master is fine every day. You might as well find him."

"I..." song Fengwan looked around. There were many people in the room just now, but they all disappeared.

People are not stupid.

If you don't leave now, if you are targeted by song Fengwan, you're not dead.

She looked at Fu Shen, "the third master should be very busy at ordinary times. I'd better find someone else."

"Not busy lately." Fu Chen's tone is very light, "when do you start painting?"

"Let's start tomorrow night."

"Then I'll wait for you at home." Fu Chen made the decision directly.

Song Fengwan is a little dizzy. Things are settled too fast. When did she decide to let Fu Shen be a model?

However, the third master was not so unkind as he thought. He was helpful and enthusiastic.

In this way, Fu Chen would be able to wait for her home every night, and they could be alone for a while.

Song Fengwan: "I'll try my best to be quick, I won't delay you too much time."

"I have a lot of time. I'm not in a hurry."

"Well, come and have some soup. It's cold if you don't drink chicken soup." Uncle Nian said to song Fengwan, "Third Master, there's a lot of soup. Have a bowl of it, too."

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In the past, Fu Chen was the only one at the table. Now there are more people. Two white porcelain bowls are put together and they sit together. The whole family is full of smoke and fire.

Neither of them spoke much and drank their own soup quietly.

Fu Chen didn't have the habit of eating midnight snack, and he didn't like chicken soup.

Whenever someone in his family is pregnant, the old lady always likes to stew chicken soup and feed him everything she can't finish. Fu Chen is afraid of drinking it.

After two drinks, Yu Guang stares at Song Fengwan all the time.

Fu Xinhan has been quietly lying on the side, eyes wide open, staring at the interaction between the two, it seems to see something

Suddenly, Fu Shen shot a cold eye at him.

He shuddered and hurried to song Fengwan. She released her hand to touch him. A dog immediately grinned and wagged his head and tail.

Fu Shen: stupid dog.

The chicken soup is very fragrant. Fu Xinhan wanted to eat it for a long time. He didn't dare to find Fu Shen, so he had to pester song Fengwan.

"Don't make trouble!" Song Fengwan couldn't drink soup at all. The spoon reached to her mouth. It jumped up and grabbed her sleeve. The spoon passed her mouth and the chicken soup spilled directly.

"Fu Xinhan!" Fu Shen's voice said, "go outside and stop for me!"

"Ouch -" he certainly didn't want to go.

Song Fengwan was wiping the spilled soup with tissue paper, and he didn't care about it for a moment.

Fu Xinhan also knew that he had done something wrong and went out with his head down.

"How about Miss Song? Don't get it. Fu Xinhan is very greedy. When you tease him, he will pester you to eat. " Uncle Nian explained.

"Nothing." Song Fengwan lowered his head to check whether he was splashed with chicken soup.

"Let me have a look." Fu Shen raised his eyebrows.

When Song Feng raised his head in the late Song Dynasty, his pupils shrank.

When did he get so close?

His fingers were long and thin. When he stretched them over, Song Feng didn't have time to dodge. He raised his chin and breathed so close

The heat of scalding people will burn their skin.

"It doesn't seem to burn." His breath is very light, his lips are thin, and his lips are very beautiful.

This kind of distance, his breath all pervasive, haunting her, make people tremble.

He breathed every word, his tone was very slow, every breath fell on her face, it was like hitting her chest, suffocating.

His eyes seem to have starlight under the light, deep and strong, which can drown people.

Song Fengwan shrank back and pulled away from his control.

"There's nothing hot. I'll drink it and go upstairs first." Song Feng got up in the evening and went upstairs in a panic.

Fu Chen stares at her back and knows she's lost in sight. Then he lowers his head and rubs his fingers

The feeling of just starting.

It's slippery.

It's very tender.

Her face

It's a little hot.

He gave a dull smile.

"Don't take it. Go to bed early." Fu Chen said to Uncle Nian and went straight back to his room.

Uncle Nian smiles with joy, and finally sees Fu Shen get married and have children in his lifetime.

Hiding in the dark to peep at a group of people completely ignorant force, this chicken soup really special toxic.

Everyone went back to their rooms to have a rest, completely forgetting the dog standing outside the door.

Fu Xinhan sneezed a few times and leaned back against the wall: it's so cold in autumn, it's freezing to death.