Chapter 87

The electric teapot in the hotel is boiling, the cold water is heated and transpiration, and the gurgling sound is a little harsh.

Song Fengwan sat quietly and did not dare to look up at Fu Chen.

Until the phone rings.

"Third Master, your phone."

"Whose?" Fu Chen squints. Who will call him at this point.

"The name of the Department is Duan lang." Song Fengwan stares at his mobile phone, Duan Lang? The brother of the Duan family?

"You connect me." Fu Chengang finished cleaning the lunch box, his fingers were stained with oil, and he was washing his hands.

Song Feng clears her throat, swipes her cell phone, and turns on the hands-free phone. Before she speaks, the person on the other side starts shouting

"Fu San, you're not interesting enough. Where did you go at night? I can't sleep. I ordered barbecue beer and asked you to chat. You're not in the room?"

"That..." Song Feng hesitated and said, "there's something wrong with the third master. It's not convenient to answer the phone."

The other side Leng for a few seconds, obviously already thought of what, suddenly a smile, "Song's sister is right."

Fu Chen's eyes tighten, sister?

This guy is taking advantage of him in disguise. His skin itches.

"I'm song Fengwan."

"My name is Duan Linbai, Fu San's good friend. We met tonight. Do you have any impression? I'm the whitest in the audience."

Song Fengwan chuckled, "well, I remember."

She still remembers what Fu Chen said to him. She was very impressed by the white buttock.

"It's convenient to leave a phone call or wechat. No, we can get in touch in the future."

Fu Chen clenched his teeth. Just now he winked at her in the Song family. How could he ask for her mobile phone number?

Song Fengwan had a good impression on him and was Fu Chen's friend. She was definitely not a bad person. When people asked for it, she couldn't refuse it, so she told him by phone, "my micro signal is my mobile phone number."

"Well, since Fu San is with you, I won't disturb him. I'll go back to my room and do it myself."

"But my sister, my brother reminds you that Fu San has to be careful. He looks serious. He's not a jerk."

"I'll meet you another day. Brother Duan will take you to wave. Please roll your strings."

The other party finished and hung up.

Song Fengwan looks innocent and looks at Fu Shen. Someone's face is gloomy, as if he is going to kill and set fire.

She sat on one side angrily, her head down and her fingers on her cell phone.

A few seconds later, someone added her wechat.

It's called "little white dragon in the waves". Personal signature: "a wave in the waves".

Song Fengwan laughs. No wonder Fu Chen calls him duanlang.

It's quite a wave.

Add a friend, Duan Lin white hair an expression to come over, she returned a, two people did not talk again.

Song Fengwan thought this man was very interesting, so he went to the microblog and searched around. His intuition told him that this man must have opened a microblog because of such a wave, unlike Fu Chen, who just played wechat.

Sure enough, search segment Lin Bai, immediately appeared a related account.

The microblog's nickname is quite serious. It's Duan Linbai. The profile is company directors and so on, with more than 60 million fans.

Song Fengwan just started his microblog, and the top news is:

Pay attention not to get lost. Brother Duan will take you to the high speed

Song Fengwan laughs and pays attention silently. This person is too funny.

"What are you laughing at?" Fu Chen brought hot water.

"Your friends are so interesting."

"He used to climb trees and fall down when he was a child."

"Well?" Song Fengwan saw his micro blog, and his tears were about to smile.

"I've lost my head. It's not normal, so don't listen to him or believe him."

"Well." Song Fengwan pays attention to the micro blog, sweeping away the haze before.

This section of Lin Bai is a treasure boy, eh——

There are fans and support groups. She wants to add one

**

Song Fengwan quietly brushes his microblog, while Fu Shen is watching, and his eyes are full of doting.

It was not until the doorbell rang that Song Feng came back to himself. "It must be my mother and uncle Yan who have come back."

She patronizes the micro blog and almost forgets the business.

"I'll open the door." Fu Shen got up and went out.

Qiao Aiyun and Yan Wangchuan have just recorded their confessions. Because there is monitoring on the side, they come out soon. They don't rest either. They go back to the hotel to see song Fengwan for the first time.

As soon as the door opens

Qiao Ai Yun Leng Leng, "Fu Chen, why are you here?"

"I heard something happened. I'll come and have a look." Fu Chen and Yan Wangchuan line of sight, a smile, a cold as frost.

"It's hard for you to think about us. Come here in the evening."

"Aunt Yun, please come in first. I ordered a meal. It should be here soon." When they went out of the police station, Fu Chen received the news and was able to prepare ahead of time.

"It's so funny. It's too much trouble for you." Although Qiao Aiyun is laughing, she looks tired.

"Mom, what's going on? It's all right Song Fengwan came out with slippers.

"Nothing."

"Uncle Yan, please come in." Song Fengwan called Yan Wangchuan in.

**

Four people sit around the tea table, two people small sofa, Qiao Aiyun and song Fengwan sit together, Fu Chen nature and Yan Wangchuan sit next to each other.

"Hello, I'm Fu Shen." Fu Shen reached out to greet him first.

"Yan Wangchuan." Reach out and hold it.

I've heard a lot about you Fu Chen did hear that he had no chance to meet him, "for the first time."

"Not for the first time." Yan Wangchuan's eyes are cold.

Fu Shen raised his eyebrows.

"We're a plane. I'll sit behind you."

"Well, that's a coincidence." Qiao Aiyun doesn't seem to be aware of the undercurrent between them, and says with a smile that they are predestined.

Fu Chen obviously felt that Yan Wangchuan was holding his hand, and his strength increased. It seemed to be a warning. He lowered his voice, "I heard what you and your friend said on the plane."

Yan Wangchuan has no intention of eavesdropping, but he looks very similar to Mr. Fu, and his entourage calls him third master.

Guessing his identity, he went to the Song family again. Now he appears in the room of Song Feng's evening. All kinds of connections, who was the younger sister-in-law in the previous population, are about to come out.

Fu Shen laughed but said nothing.

He seems to be

Threatened.

For the first time in my life, this feeling

It's fresh.