Chapter 100

This side of the snow field

After changing their clothes, they went back to their room. Song Fengwan was too tired to lift his arms.

"Take a bath and we'll go downstairs for dinner." Fu Chen just looked at him and didn't sweat at all. Naturally, he didn't have to take a bath. He went back to the house and changed his clothes and came out to boil water for tea.

Song Feng answered in the evening. After returning to his room, he kicked off his shoes and lay on the bed in the shape of "big", feeling more comfortable.

I took my mobile phone and prepared to brush my microblog for a while. Then I saw several missed calls from Qiao Aiyun. I immediately called her back.

The phone got through quickly. "Hello, mom."

"What are you up to? I'm not answering the phone."

"Didn't I tell you that I came out to play?" Song Fengwan turns over and lies on the bed.

"The third master took you out? How many people? Where have you been? " Qiao Aiyun went out to see a lawyer early in the morning. After a busy day, she had time to call her.

"There are a lot of people in the snow field on the edge of the capital." Song Fengwan laughs bitterly. He always thinks that it's strange for her and Fu Chen to come out alone. He talks flusterily.

"That's OK. Skiing should also be safe."

"I know. How are things going with you over there?"

"With your uncle Yan's help, everything goes well." Qiao Aiyun naturally picked up a good one and said that they chatted for a while and then hung up.

In fact, Qiao Aiyun has just come back from seeing a lawyer. Song Jingren refuses to talk to her lawyer on the ground of convalescence, which is totally passive resistance.

Directly put out the words, "to talk about divorce can, let Qiao Aiyun himself to see me, we face-to-face."

Qiao Aiyun is disgusted to see him now and doesn't want to meet him at all.

She has a delicate relationship with Yan Wangchuan. This time, she is dealing with divorce again. If she has no choice, she doesn't want to bother him.

In fact, after Yan Wangchuan came to Qiao's house, she didn't have much contact with her. Sometimes, she even felt that Yan Wangchuan hated herself.

Usually meet also quickly leave, just don't see.

Qiao Aiyun thought at that time, "it's just that there's some money in the family. Living in our family is still a chore."

When talking with him, he always gives himself face. When they are alone, they don't speak more than three sentences.

Even when she went out shopping, she went out to play with her. At that time, the mountain and stone landscape was not like now. There were plank roads and mountain roads. Basically, she climbed by herself.

She nearly had an accident, when she was young, and she was scared.

Yan Wangchuan saved her and made a fire at her.

I just yelled at her.

She was scolded for the first time and cried all the way. She secretly vowed to break up with him at the bottom of her heart. Now she is childish and ridiculous.

At that time, when he was young, he felt that this man was eccentric and irritable. He wished he could be eight feet away from him.

Later, his father proposed to marry him, saying that he was down-to-earth, but Qiao Aiyun didn't think so. He even felt that according to his temper, if he married, he would commit domestic violence against himself.

At that time, song Jingren pursued her closely. At that time, when love was just beginning to open, which little girl didn't like romance. Now it's really superficial to think about it.

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On the other side

Song Feng took a bath for half an hour in the evening, changed his clothes and went out. Fu Chen sat on a chair near the window, holding a cup of tea and leaning against the snow outside, becoming more and more abstinent.

"Third Master, I'm ready. Let's go to dinner."

Fu Chen looked at her one eye, the Mou son is some deep.

She wore a long black fur coat to her calf, revealing a small part of her tender calf. The indoor heating is as high as 20 degrees. It's not cold, but

He looked at it and felt uncomfortable.

"There are restaurants, cafeterias and hotpot. What would you like to eat?" Fu Chen put down the cup and got up. His eyes swept over her legs, a little sharp.

What's wrong with song Fengwan's clothes, high collar, long sleeves and covered thighs? Why are you looking at her all the time.

"Help yourself." Song Fengwan doesn't know what he likes. Anyway, he eats self-help and takes whatever he wants.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, there were many people sitting inside. The waiter took them inside, but many people looked at them on the way.

I didn't go to so many places with Fu Chen before. I didn't find his son standing in the crowd. It was unexpected.

"Slow down." There were so many people in the restaurant that they walked back and forth to get the food. It was hard to avoid some rubbing. Fu Shen stretched out his hand to protect her arm from time to time. He looked very careful.

As soon as they were seated, two boys ran over.

"Song Fengwan, it's really you."

Song Fengwan looked up and found that he was actually a classmate of No.2 Middle School. These people usually had a high eye and never talked to her. They would take the initiative to say hello.

"You haven't been to school for several days. I heard you were ill?"

"It's good. It's Monday." Song Fengwan was not familiar with them, so his speech was hard to avoid.

"This is your brother?" Fu Chen rarely shows up. His parents may not have seen him, not to mention the kids who haven't been out of school.

"No, my uncle." Song Fengwan explained.

"Hello, uncle." Two people said hello, "do you want to go skiing tomorrow, together?"

"Say it again." Song Fengwan watched Fu Shen's face darken, and his voice was much lower.

"Well, let's go first. Goodbye, uncle."

Before they left, they did not forget to make another stab in Fu Chen's heart.

These people really don't like song Fengwan. It's just that the Cheng family is defeated. They also hear that the two elders of the Fu family love her very much. Even if they can't make a good relationship, they can't make it too stiff. So they take the initiative to say hello.

"Third Master, I'll get something to eat. What do you want to eat?" Song Fengwan saw that his face was not good, so he weighed his words carefully.

"You go first. I'll get it myself later."

Then song Fengwan watched Fu Chen come back with a few bottles of wine.

Don't you drink? What's the matter? Or was it stimulated?

Later, Song Feng later learned that there was a word called "murder by drinking".