Chapter 44

Fu Chen had already arranged a room for song Fengwan to draw. After class at ten, she packed up her things and went home.

"The wind is late. It's very early today." Gao Xue, the teacher, wiped her hands and said with a smile that after half a month's contact, she probably knew the situation of the girl in front of her.

They have a rich family and can't be said to be the best in terms of food and clothing. Some of them are not affordable by ordinary people. They are low-key, docile and hardworking.

Many of the students gathered here were sent by their parents, and many of them gave her red envelopes. However, she had never met any elder of song Fengwan.

"Well, it's too cold at night. I want to go home early." Song Fengwan naturally won't explain so much to her, so he will take the lead to leave after picking up things and saying hello.

Many electric cars or cars were parked outside the studio, and most of them were picked up by parents.

"... it's cold outside. It's not disobedient for you to wear more clothes. I bought you a cup of bean curd on the way and covered your hands."

"I don't like this. I told you not to buy it!"

"If you don't eat, warm your hands. I'll eat later. Are you hungry after learning so long? I'll take you something to eat and then go back... "

A mother and daughter galloped past her in an electric car.

The autumn wind was cold, and Song Feng bit his teeth late, and his chest was too stuffy to breathe.

She quickly turned a corner and suddenly saw a man in white waving to him with a smile. The fox's eyes under the light narrowed into a thin line, cunning and harmless.

"Miss Song, the Third Master asked us to meet you." When she didn't respond, Shifang had already taken over her picture folder.

"It's too much trouble for you." In Song Feng's evening, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the man in black standing beside her. He was so cold that he seemed to be wrapped in frost. From beginning to end, he didn't even give her a look.

"You're welcome. It should be. Get on the bus. It's cold outside." This is also the first time for the ten parties to contact song Fengwan.

As Nien Shu said, he is clever and polite, without any airs.

Song Fengwan gets into the car, Shifang helps her put her picture folder, closes the door, and looks at the man in front of her.

"Lao Jiang, she's a little girl. Can you stop putting on a bad face and scare her to death?"

Qianjiang twisted his eyebrows. His face was like this all the time. He was never scared to death.

The ten sides lowered their voice and said, "this is our wife in the future. You should have a good relationship first. You should smile at people."

Qianjiang pursed his mouth, pulled the corners of his mouth, and showed a slightly tragic smile.

The corners of his mouth twitched twice.

"Don't laugh. It's more frightening."

"Have you ever been beaten in the face? Your expression is out of control. I've made you smile. You're so thrilled."

"You face, this special beauty camera can't save it."

……

Qianjiang directly sat in the driver's seat and didn't care about someone who was still talking.

The Fu family are silent. It's rare for them to meet a chatterbox. Song Fengwan talks about it all the way, and it seems that his depression has dissipated a lot.

"Miss Song, it's a little cold outside. Do you want to turn on the heating?" Shifang sits in the copilot and turns to look at Song Fengwan.

"No, it'll be there in a minute."

"My name is Shifang. The big black driver is Qianjiang. He is born with such a dead face. Don't be afraid. If you don't mind, you can call us brother."

"Well." Song Fengwan smiles.

The silent black man finally moved his lips, "brother? You're looking for death. "

He has the same voice as he does.

Dry and rough.

Brother?

Where did he put the third master?

Do you want to take advantage of the third master? As far as the third master is concerned, he is not as good as he is.

Song Fengwan bit his lip. He didn't quite understand what heidage meant? Can't you call brother? Uncle?

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When they got home, Fu Chen was still sitting in the living room.

Song Fengwan frowned: this third master Fu is really strange. What news network do you watch in the middle of the night.

"Back? Come and have something to eat. " Uncle Nian greets Song Feng to pass late.

"Third Master, when I finish eating, let's start." Song Fengwan did not forget that he made an appointment with Fu Chen to sketch her model tonight.

"Then I'll go up first." Fu Chen got up and went back to his room.

He has to get ready.

Song Feng ate two mouthfuls of food quickly in the evening, and went upstairs with his picture folder in his arms, for fear that Fu Chen would be in a hurry.

When she entered the rightmost room on the second floor, Fu Chen didn't arrive. The room was extremely tidy. There were still some pictures on the wall. The Yellow Wallpaper was warm under the yellow light.

Easels and drawing tools are also available.

When Fu Chen didn't come, song Fengwan did all the preparatory work and waited quietly.

In two or three minutes, the door was pushed.

Song Fengwan was a fool.

He was wearing a white bathrobe over the knee, with a white belt tied to his thin waist. As he walked, the collar was slightly open, revealing a small piece of white muscle with clear texture.

Holding a towel in his hand, he rubbed his hair freely and sat directly on the sofa not far away from Song Feng's evening.

"What do you need me to do?" He hung the towel around his neck, and the water was dripping from the ends of his hair. The clear water was rolling down his forehead and cheek, along his neck and clavicle

Keep going down.

Inch by inch, the water stains seemed to have magic power and caught fire. Song Fengwan's face turned red.

He

Why do you come here dressed like this.

"Why don't you talk? What do I need to do? How far is appropriate... "Fu Chen saw her in a daze, but got up and leaned over," is it more convenient to be closer? "

His breath was a little cool, fell on her face, but turned into a heat wave.

Song Fengwan's heart was thumping, and his ears were all red.

Fu Shen squinted and suddenly reached out and pinched her earlobe

It's soft and hot.

"You..." song Fengwan was sitting on a stool. He was so scared that he almost fell to the ground.

"Face so red, ears so hot?"

"No!" Song Feng is scared to death in the evening. Why does he always come here suddenly.

Fu Chen suddenly smiles, that kind of distance

It's like when he looks down, he can

Kiss her.

Song Fengwan really felt that he was on the verge of death, and his throat was smoking.

"I see that many of the plaster models in your studio are naked..." Fu Chen's voice is clear, with a gorgeous ending, and his heart is trembling.

"Don't take off your clothes. Just sit down. I'm learning to draw faces."

Where did she have the courage to let Fu Chen undress.

"Then what kind of distance is appropriate, and is the closer point clearer?"

"No, just sit there. Make yourself at home." Song Fengwan bit his lips.

Yu Guang glanced at Fu Shen's small piece of skin. His muscles were well proportioned and his lines were smooth. His whole body was still emitting heat.

It's like a heat wave, which makes people upset.