Chapter 64

Fu Chen originally wanted to have a taste of it. He just took a kiss, but it was like drinking poison to quench his thirst. He wanted more.

The girl is under him, only separated by a few thin layers of clothing, the body is soft and in a mess, his breath falls on her face, more and more heavy.

"Evening evening..." his hand slid to her neck, close to the piece of soft and delicate, caressing.

"Well --" she snorted because of her weight.

Just about to turn too far, someone pressed down again.

Her lips are very soft, with a little wine aroma, fatal temptation.

He carefully licked the corner of her mouth, bit by bit.

His proud reason

all gone.

Some patience is only temporary. He knows in his heart that this man

It must be his.

Fu Chen took her temperature, but she didn't have a fever. It was probably alcohol. He got up and went out to help her get a cup of honey water.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Fu Xinhan sitting at the door, shaking his head and tail.

He got up, wagging his tail, ready to enter the house.

"Go back to sleep!" Fu Shen's voice and color condense.

Fu Xinhan shivered and ran downstairs. He didn't offend him. He was so angry.

**

Fu Chen just returned to the room, he heard the vibration of the mobile phone, followed the sound to find the past, only in Song Fengwan coat pocket to touch her phone.

Strange number, belonging to the capital.

At this moment, just after ten o'clock in the evening, Fu Shen frowned, thought it was a harassment call, and hung up directly.

But then the phone came in again and he picked it up.

It was Fu Yuxiu who called.

Since he learned that Fu Shen had been involved in Jiang Fengya's affairs, he was scared out of his wits and worried. He was always ready to welcome Fu Shen, but he didn't see him at this point.

This kind of anxious waiting mood is no different from lingchi.

The crux of the matter is still in Song Fengwan. He specially picked her school time to call her, hoping to get some news from her.

It's best if we can reconcile.

"I know you don't want to answer my phone. Don't hang up. I just want to talk to you about something..." Fu Yuxiu used a new number for fear that song Fengwan would hear his voice hang up.

There was no response.

Fu Yuxiu is still nervously brewing words. Fu Shen on the other side has already sat down on the chair with his mobile phone, looking leisurely.

"Today's affair is really Fengya's wrong. I apologize for her. After all, it concerns your family. It's too noisy. It's not good for anyone. If you are free, let's meet and chat. You can spare me two minutes."

Fu Yuxiu's tone has been very low.

He is anxiously waiting for song Fengwan to respond. Leng Buding has a familiar voice, which makes his body tremble.

"What do you want to talk about with her?" Fu Shen's tone is deep and elusive.

"Third uncle." Fu Yuxiu wants to cry now.

what the fuck!

In the middle of the night, he was still in the hospital, and suddenly heard Fu Shen's voice. He was almost scared to pee.

"No... nothing." Fu Yu Xiu grinned and his teeth trembled.

"And want to see her alone?" Fu Chen said that the air pressure was lower.

Fu Yuxiu was so guilty that his spine was cold.

"Don't I want to continue to apologize to her?"

"And then?"

"It's nothing. Then, ha ha... Uncle, why don't you go to bed so late?"

"Don't disturb her."

Fu Chen finished hanging up the phone, conveniently put the number into the blacklist, delete call records.

One pass operation, running clouds and flowing water.

At the moment, when the hospital was on ward round, the nurse buttoned the door. Fu Yuxiu's legs were soft and her heart was trembling, and her face turned pale.

It used to be very difficult to get in touch with his third uncle. NIMA, I've been meeting him all the time recently.

Fu Yuxiu was still in the fear of being frightened by Fu Shen. After he recovered, he began to think about the core problem

His third uncle always goes to bed early and gets up early. It is reasonable to say that he should go to bed at this point. How can he get a call from Song Fengwan? In the middle of the night, are they still together?

It's just that he didn't think about it.

As a result, the relationship between them broke out later, which was just like five thunderbolts to him.

**

After washing, Fu Chen sat at the head of the bed and stared at her for a long time. Then he took the Qingxin mantra and watched it for a long time. He hesitated for a moment

He went to the bedside, lifted the quilt, and carefully lay down to her side. His fingers hesitated for a moment, and finally he held her in his arms.

The following day

When Song Feng woke up late, it was early the next morning.

In autumn, jackdaws sink their branches, and the fog outside the window is thick, the frost is beating the leaves, and the air is bleak and condensing.

She turned over and fumbled under the pillow with her fingers. She used to press her mobile phone under the pillow when she slept. She felt for a long time with her fingers and got nothing. Then she slowly opened her eyes. The sight scared her heart.

Dark blue sheets and quilt covers, luxurious and low-key furnishings around, a cup of honey water at the head of the bed, a copper smoke stove, and a wisp of green smoke from the burner.

She suddenly sat up and looked around. On the other side of the bed was a string of Buddhist beads. It was obviously Fu Shen's room.

How come she's here!

She subconsciously looked at her clothes, intact, she also can't care a lot, hurriedly jumped out of bed and went straight back to the room.

Fu Chen heard the movement and came out of the dressing room. He saw the slightly messy sheets and raised his mouth slowly.

**

Song Fengwan changed his clothes and went downstairs. He took a trot to school, but he didn't think that Fu Chen was already sitting in the living room drinking tea.

Today, he was wearing a three piece suit. He was meticulous. The exquisite collar clip made him more and more indifferent. He lowered his head to take a sip of tea, lifted his eyelids and watched song Fengwan.

Arrogant, aloof, abstinent and peaceful, each action is graceful and just right.

"Good morning, Third Master." Song Fengwan smiles.

"Don't say hello to me when you get up, and leave after sleep?" Fu Chen's tone is very light.

Song Fengwan felt guilty and uneasy. When he heard this, he sprained at his feet and nearly fell down.

Why does that sound so wrong?