Chapter 156

In the dining room box

Song Fengwan's hand was dragged by Fu Chen, half of his body was next to him, and his fingers swayed on his face.

This eyelash?

Why so stubborn.

Is it the essence?

"Not yet?" Fu Chen saw that she was a little angry and wanted to laugh.

Song Fengwan was annoyed. Her fingertips made a little effort and her eyelashes fell between her fingernails. She raised her hand and blew, "OK."

Fu Chen released her and raised his hand to touch her face.

As soon as song Fengwan returned to his seat and sat down, he heard someone say something.

"In ancient times, you have to be responsible to me."

She shakes her fingers with chopsticks. Is she in charge?

Why is this man so shameless.

She was kind enough to help.

Besides, even if he had to be responsible, he pressed himself on the window of the snow field that day, and

Song Fengwan bit his lips and didn't speak.

In her case, shouldn't he marry her?

"The master said that the elder sister should be responsible to the third uncle for the incompatibility between men and women." Huaisheng always speaks with sincerity.

"Eat your sauerkraut! Children don't understand. Don't talk nonsense. " Song Fengwan gave him a chopstick of vegetable leaves.

After Qiao Xiyan came back, he always felt that song Fengwan was not right. He patted her on the shoulder and said, "is it OK?"

Song Fengwan shakes his head, but criticizes Fu Shen in his heart.

**

After dinner, Fu Chen is in charge of driving. Qiao Xiyan is already drunk. After he gets home, song Fengwan helps him to go back to his room to have a rest. He has no choice but to put a row of knives neatly.

In the light of the cold splash, can not help but panic.

This sleeping room with sharp tools?

What does he think.

Song Fengwan helped him take off his shoes, wiped his face, poured a glass of water and put it on the head of the bed. Then he quietly closed the door and went back to his room to review his lessons.

Fu Chen went back to his study and held a video conference with the company's senior management to report on the implementation of Christmas Eve and Christmas activities tomorrow.

The meeting was over and it was close to twelve o'clock in the night.

Fu Chen turned off the computer, rubbed his forehead, took his mobile phone, and there were many unread messages, which were nothing but happy Christmas Eve and so on.

His sister also specially sent him a red envelope.

Just a few minutes ago, he called back and got through immediately.

"So late?" Fu Chen took the phone and went out to drink water downstairs.

"You didn't sleep either. I called my mother a few days ago and she said you made a promise to her?"

"Well."

"Take your girlfriend home next year?"

"No way?"

"Three son, tell elder sister, which girl do you like?"

Fu Shen's steps stopped and looked as usual, "elder sister..."

"I brought you up when you were young. What are you thinking that I don't know? You never make promises easily, let alone make a life-long event. If you don't have a goal and are not sure, how dare you speak in front of your mother? "

Fu Chen pushed the glasses pressed on the bridge of his nose, silent.

"Not yet?"

"Well." Fu Chen didn't hide it. His sister loves him and always helps him. This kind of thing will never be said in front of his parents.

"Saner, you can't do this. Don't you know how to chase girls? Would you like my sister to help you

"How can I help you?" Fu Shen raised his feet and went downstairs.

"You have to be patient, considerate, romantic, big and small festivals, gifts are necessary, regardless of the noble or the humble, you have to have a heart...."

Fu Chen listened without interrupting her.

"But sometimes you have to be a little more aggressive. Little girls, they still think that the man who is the boss is very attractive."

"Although I don't say it on my lips, no one has ever dreamed of being forced to kiss by the wall."

"Sister..."

"Well?"

"My brother-in-law chased you that way?"

Each other a Leng, "nonsense."

"Once when you went home, your mouth broke. I asked you what happened. You said you bit it..."

"Fu Shen!" This kid is itchy.

"My brother-in-law, a weak scholar, didn't expect to have such a domineering man's side."

"Fu Laosan, do you want to rebel?"

The older you are, the less educated you are. How lovely you were when you were a child, like a little glutinous rice ball. What's the matter now?

"You boy, wait for me. I'll deal with you when I get back."

He cut off the phone.

Fu Chen has no choice but to be married for so many years. It is reasonable to say that he has already been a mother, and his temper should have been restrained. In recent years, he has become more and more arrogant.

Her brother-in-law just dotes on her, and she is used to it.

When they were together, everyone said that they were unworthy. Her sister was strong, spoiled at home, big tempered and fashionable. She always gave people a feeling of all kinds of customs.

His brother-in-law is a gentle Confucian, full of scholarly.

I don't know how these two people got together.

It is said that her elder sister chased him, but later it was his elder sister who was knocked down. No one knows the specific situation, but the relationship between them is very harmonious.

Because of her indulgence, her brother-in-law was preached by her father every time he came back.

Once, he replied directly, "my father-in-law takes care of my mother-in-law like this. Why can't I spoil my wife?"

"Don't do to others what you don't want to do to yourself."

"Besides, it's my family business. Every couple has their own way of getting along. My father-in-law shouldn't interfere too much."

So angry that his father knocked him out of the door and let him go.

"You little south barbarian, married my daughter, began to preach to me?" Fu Lao was so angry that he almost hit him.

People walk out of the door slowly and bow to say goodbye to him, saying that his anger hurts his health and asking him to rest.

His father has no place to vent his temper, for fear of being seen by acquaintances in the compound, and he seems stingy.

My brother-in-law is a southerner, and his father used to call him "nanmanzi" in the future. Once this tone was blocked up, I've been suffocating until now.

Fu Chen had appreciated his brother-in-law's temperament since he was very young. If he really didn't have some skills, how could he subdue his sister?

**

Fu Chen thinks of his brother-in-law's marriage in those years. He laughs and thinks that if he wants to visit Song Fengwan's family in the future

My eyes fell on the tea table in the living room. I thought of the row of knives I saw a few days ago, and my back was cold.

Listen to his father say, Qiao family father and son have similar temperament, his father is not easy to provoke, Qiao Aiyun is OK, this Qiao family father and son

I'm afraid it's difficult.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw a familiar figure, a cat drinking water.

"So late?"

"Well --" Song Feng was almost choked when she drank half of the water in the evening. She turned her head to Fu Shen, and the light was dim. She had to squint, and her brain seemed to be heavy.

"Why don't you sleep?" Fu Chen walked over and looked down at her. There were still water stains on the corners of her mouth. When she looked at him, her face was blurred. From a certain distance, she could feel her breath.

It's hot and hot.

"Well?" Song Fengwan looked at him and continued to drink water.

Fu Chen stares at her and finishes drinking the water with a smile on his face.

"Are you drunk?"

"No Song Fengwan shook his head vigorously, "I didn't... Didn't go to your room, didn't climb on your bed, and didn't do anything else, really!"

Fu Shen nodded, "well, I know."

"Third Master..."

"Three brothers, there is no one here."

"Well --" song Fengwan looked around, the wall lamp was dim and silent, and then called out, "third brother."

"What's the matter?" Fu Shen leaned over and wiped the water stains that had slipped to her chin.

Her face was very hot. The heat seemed to melt people's fingertips. His fingers stayed under her chin for a while, and finally they were confiscated.

"You're wilting and shaving!" In the late Song Dynasty, even the dialect came out. How can you shave it?

Fu Chen frowned and asked, "shaving?"

"I'm skinny. I bought a mobile phone and got an old one. The rich are really stingy!" Song Fengwan hummed softly.

"Well, I'm stingy. What else do I make complaints about?" Fu Shen mobile phone mobile phone to her, make complaints about her face, and think she is thinking about the old phone, it was Tucao herself.

"That..." song Fengwan looked up at him.

The breath is very sweet and still has the smell of wine.

Her mouth was red and gorgeous. She opened and closed one by one. Fu Shen's throat was rolling. Seeing her body faltering, he quickly put his hand around her waist and said, "don't move."

"... that..." her brain is dizzy, and her eyes are filled with water vapor.

"Well?"

"Cheng Lan said you like me?" This matter has been pressed in her heart, she now brain chaos, in front of some virtual shadow, half awake, by the strength of wine asked out.

"What do you think?" Fu Chen's other hand was still rubbing her chin.

Move your finger up, fall on her lips and rub it gently

"You say..." song Fengwan stared at him, dry land with water light.

The kitchen is not open, only the light from the wall lamp not far away is dark and warm yellow, which makes everything around seem boneless and graceful.

There was water vapor in the bottom of her eyes, and her cheek seemed to be dyed with all kinds of amorous feelings.

He bowed his head to her

Want to get close to her, want to kiss her.

Even

I want her.

Just when Fu Shen was in love, Song Feng turned his head and hid.

Fu Shen frowned, but song Fengwan pushed him away and kicked him.

"Smelly rascal, in my dream, many times, when I have no temper?"

Fu Chen failed to ask for a kiss and was kicked.

His mouth twitches twice, in a dream?

I'm really drunk.