Chapter 217

Yan Wangchuan looked up the stairs, his thick eyebrows locked, "I'll have a look."

Although Huaisheng is a child, it's brought by Fu Chen. I'm afraid it's not a good thing. If they can't get along well with each other, they'll make a hole in the evening

Qiao Aiyun came out of the kitchen, "wait a minute, I'll go up with you." She took the apron around her neck and wiped the water stains on her hands.

Song Fengwan was not feeling well, so she was not at ease.

She said she was about to go upstairs. Before she stepped on the stairs, she was stopped by Yan Wangchuan.

"What are you doing?" Qiao Aiyun said with a smile, "let's go up together. You don't want to go up too."

Yan Wangchuan was calm and silent.

At this moment, I realized that I and Fu Shen had been in the United Front from the very beginning.

Because it's doomed that before he and song Fengwan make it public, as long as he's there, he must cover for them. If the relationship is revealed, Fu Chen exposes that they have colluded with each other, which may affect his impression in Qiao Aiyun's heart.

This is not the most important. If she knows that her daughter has a puppy love, Song Feng's life is not easy.

Adolescent girls are sensitive, and they are stepfathers. If they hate themselves, it will be more difficult to repair the relationship.

Fu Shen is a boy.

Sure enough, asshole.

And that brings me to the pit.

"What are you doing? Let me go up Qiao Aiyun said with a smile, why stop her.

"Don't you say it's uncomfortable? Did you take the medicine? " Yan Wangchuan suddenly raised his voice.

Qiao Aiyun frowns. Why are you talking so loud all of a sudden?

Huaisheng upstairs immediately knocked on the door alertly, "Uncle... Someone's coming."

Fu Chen has now come down from bed and is sitting on song Fengwan's table to see her gouache painting, "Huaisheng, come in."

Huaisheng pushes the door open. Fu Shen raises his hand to signal him to go. Huaisheng tiptoes to the room and walks to him. Then he sees his own painting.

He giggled, "good looking."

Fu Chen smiles.

In half a minute, Qiao Aiyun went to the room and saw Fu Shen and Huai Sheng looking at the painting. He didn't think much about it. He went to song Fengwan to see her sleeping deeply and helped her tuck in her feet.

Yan Wangchuan stood at the door and didn't go in.

Several people come down from upstairs, Qiao Aiyun leads Huaisheng in front, while Fu Chen and Yan Wangchuan walk side by side.

"Thank you, Mr. Yan." Fu Chen's tone was mild. Huaisheng had already told him the story. He had to be grateful to hear Yan Wangchuan's voice.

Yan Wangchuan snorted coldly, a little annoyed.

He thought that the alliance had disintegrated, so he drew a clear line with him. Who ever thought that he would have to go along with him.

Fu Chen chuckled, "it's hard for you to withdraw from our relationship. It seems that you'll have to ask Mr. Yan to take care of us in the future."

Yan Wangchuan strides forward to catch up with Qiao Aiyun and ignores Fu Chen.

I hate Fu Shen from the bottom of my heart.

Stabbed him in the back and dug such a deep hole for him.

**

Song Feng came down from the stairs in his plush pajamas. He lost his face color. He had abdominal colic and cramped nerves in his thighs. He even had to breathe hard. After a sleep, he felt more comfortable and couldn't lift his strength.

"Are you better?" Qiao Aiyun helped her sit down.

She shook her head and looked listless.

For a long time, Fu Shen felt that her chin was much thinner and her face was pale, which made him feel very sad.

"I cooked brown sugar porridge for you. I really don't want to eat it. Have a drink and go to sleep."

"Well." The voice is small.

In the middle of the meal, her mobile phone vibrated. She took the mobile phone and was a teacher in the tutorial class. Then she straightened up and cleared her throat.

"Hello, teacher." When they heard that it was the teacher's phone, they stopped talking.

They talked for a few minutes and then hung up.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Aiyun a face concern, "don't go to the studio need leave?"

"No, she told me that the school entrance examination is about to start. There are several official websites of the Academy of fine arts that can register this afternoon." Song Fengwan took a spoon, stirred brown sugar porridge, mentioned the exam, inevitably nervous.

"Have you decided which school to go to?" Joe looked at the north and said, "just go to Wusu. Your cousin and I are here. We can take care of you."

"Nanjiang is not good?" Yan Wangchuan spoke.

Fu zuosheng secretly hoped that she would go to the capital.

Four years of college, if further study, but also longer, long-distance love?

He can't stand it.

"If the time does not conflict, I want to test two more schools. I can't put my treasure on one school. What if I can't pass the test?" Song Fengwan looks at Fu Shen when he talks.

Yan Wangchuan: "how to test, to go to the local?"

"It should be, but many art academies have set up many examination centers throughout the country, usually in several big cities."

Fu Chen continued, "if several art academies set up examination centers in the same city, they can go there to prepare for the exam. They can also run back and forth in various provinces of the province. They are very tired."

Qiao Aiyun nodded, "this is really a good look, school recruitment time is too close, really want to consider."

Most of the enrollment of art schools is concentrated in January and February, and they have to return to the campus in March to prepare for cultural courses.

"Then I'll go upstairs and turn on the computer first." Song Feng had no appetite in the evening, so he put down his spoon and went upstairs.

**

She went back to her room with a hot water bag, turned on her computer, and began to browse the official websites of several art schools mentioned by her teacher. It was only ten minutes before someone knocked on the door. She thought it was her mother, but she didn't lift her head. While browsing the website, she lowered her head to record the relevant information.

Some schools or time and place conflict, may not be able to apply, she had to delete it.

Suddenly felt that person from behind directly encircled her, chin butts in her neck nest place, "does the stomach ache?"

Song Fengwan was stunned, "Why are you here?" She looked at the bedroom door subconsciously.

Fu Chen chuckled, reached out to hold her up and put her on his leg. "Don't be afraid, they are still eating. They can't come up for a while."

"You are too bold."

Fu Shen lowered his head and rubbed against her face. Song Fengwan hid, "don't... Itch."

He deliberately breathed the heat, snuffed down slowly, and rubbed her lips, which made her feel numb, "where itch?"

He lowered his voice and deliberately teased her.

Song Fengwan was sitting on his leg. She could almost feel something under her buttocks. Her toes were stiff and stiff.

Fu Shen took her directly to the bed and got up

With her soft hair spread out, her eyes were red and her cheeks were pink. Fu Shen put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her carefully, which made song Fengwan feel embarrassed. Don't start.

Fu Shen lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair. All the way down, from the forehead, the middle of the eyebrow, the tip of the nose to the cheek

At last, he stopped at her ear. The heat of his breath made song Fengwan's heart tremble. As soon as he shrunk, Fu Shen laughed and deliberately blew the heat into her ear. He held it and licked it twice, which made song Fengwan feel ashamed and anxious.

He moved his fingers down slowly, pinched her waist across the clothes, and kneaded her gently.

Her body trembled, and she put her hand around his neck. "Third brother... I'm not comfortable."

Kissing in bed can easily lead to evil thoughts.

Especially his pitiful appearance at the moment, Fu Shen sighed and lay on her side, breathing slowly.

Song Fengwan's face turned red and turned his back to him, while Fu Shen hugged her from behind.

"Third Master... That..." song Fengwan hesitated, "do you want to deal with it?"

"Well?" Fu Chen rubbed her back neck, "no need."

"Really not?"

"Well, just a moment."

Song Feng's face turned red in the evening.

You'll be fine later, but your little brother

What is the purpose of this gallantry?

After a few minutes, Fu Chen said, "you sleep a little longer, I'll help you sort out the school information."

"Will you?" Song Fengwan was suspicious.

Fu Chen laughs, "sleep."

Song Fengwan doesn't feel strong, so she just gets into the bed. When she is confused, she hears Fu Chen go into the bathroom. It seems that it took a long time for her to come out. She buries her head in the bed, and her body seems to be burning, hot and hot.

This man is really shameless.

**

Fu Chen sat in front of her computer, helped her integrate the school information, took a pen, staring at the book for a long time.

Many schools have many examination centers outside the province. The capital is the national political and cultural center. Many schools have set up examination centers either in the capital or in the cities around the capital.

Among them are the art academies of Wu Su and Nanjiang.

Fu Chen's mouth was ticking with a smile, as if he thought of how to abduct his daughter-in-law home.