Chapter 334

"I'm all yours..."

Whispering in my ear.

Song Fengwan's heart beat disorderly, and they were close to each other.

He moved forward a little bit, clinging to her, "just want the red envelope?"

Song Fengwan held his breath. Who doesn't like money? If he is willing to give it, she will accept it. Just now

Too close, surrounded by his breath, intoxicated wine, mixed with sandalwood agarwood, strong and overbearing to the human blood.

"Otherwise." She has a fine voice.

"Don't you want me?" Fu Chen's forehead was against her, blatantly provocative.

He drank wine, hoarse voice, ending vicissitudes, like with hook son, hook song Fengwan mind ripple.

She hung her head slightly to avoid his burning eyes.

"Get out of the way first. I'm afraid my classmates will come out." There have been many waiters.

"Well..." the voice is dumb, a trace of reason is pulling, "I'm asking you, answer me first?"

Fu Chen's fingertips were burning. He reached out and touched her blood red ears. He rubbed his fingers and his throat was tight.

Song Fengwan is so itchy by him that when he wants to push him away, Fu Chen has bowed his head and kisses her

I just tasted it, but I didn't feel anything. Now I licked the corner of her mouth, and I felt

She's really sweet.

He opened his mouth to kiss Wen Nen's lower lip, sucking and biting. His breath was taken away, and song Fengwan was hot all over.

"It's a reward for you to do so well this time..."

"Well?" Song Fengwan looked up at him and didn't reply for a moment.

The next second, he kisses her heavily, seizing her. He is so powerful that song Fengwan sings softly.

The legs are too weak to stand.

Fu Chen pressed her against the wall and ground her hard.

Reward her or reward yourself.

……

I don't know how long later, song Fengwan's box door was suddenly opened. She was so confused that she didn't care until a drunk boy came out with the wall.

Song Fengwan was shocked. Fu Shen held her waist and shackled her tightly in his arms. She couldn't push her away and could only bury her head in his arms.

"Here comes my classmate." She also wants to face ah, this kind of thing is hit by classmates, who have to die of shame.

The boy squinted at the two people not far away, with a confused face.

This

Not song Fengwan's uncle?

At that time, he took part in the 100 day oath and had a high degree of discussion among the students.

Did he drink too much and get dizzy.

Why did song Fengwan's uncle press her on the wall to kiss her?

Damn it!

I must have been alcoholic.

He turned his head to go back to the box to calm down, but he bumped into the wall, and faintly walked around them and went to the bathroom.

Song Fengwan reached out and pinched Fu Chen's waist, "let you not be here."

"So we're going somewhere else?" Fu Chen holds down her hand, this girl is really brave now, actually directly pinches his waist?

Song Fengwan gouged out his eyes. "I'll go back first. Uncle Yan will come to meet me later. I'll make an appointment with you tomorrow."

Fu Chen nodded. He drank a lot of wine tonight, and now his brain is dizzy.

Seeing her return to the box, Fu Chen turned and left.

After song Fengwan went back, the male classmate came back from the bathroom and kept staring at her.

"Song Fengwan, I just..."

"What?" Song Fengwan drinks juice and pretends to be calm.

"I seem to see you and your uncle..."

"What uncle? Are you drinking too much? "

The boy also felt that it was impossible, reached out and patted his face twice, "I may have drunk too much." Otherwise how can you be dazzled.

**

Song Feng came home late in the morning.

"My mother's asleep?"

"After eight o'clock, I went to sleep. I knew you came back and got up again." Yan Wangchuan controls the steering wheel.

At this time, the cloud city is as silent as ink.

Song Fengwan looked at the back seat of the car and said, "did you buy the snack?"

"Your mother said she was hungry, and she didn't want to toss in the middle of the night, so I bought some. If you are hungry, go back to eat and sleep." Yan Wangchuan doesn't have the habit of eating midnight snack.

"Well." Although Xie Shiyan lasted for more than two hours, everyone was chatting, and song Fengwan didn't move his chopsticks much, "do you think my mother is getting fat recently?"

"Do you have one?" Yan Wangchuan pick eyebrows, he and Qiao Aiyun stay together all day, really did not care.

"I went shopping with her a few days ago. She used to wear m-Size clothes, but now she has to wear L-size clothes." The Song Dynasty is full of wind.

Yan Wangchuan didn't speak any more.

After returning home, Qiao Aiyun sits on the dining table and eats. Song Fengwan takes two mouthfuls with her. Yan Wangchuan sits on the side and doesn't eat either. He stares at their mother and daughter.

The older generation always said that being able to eat is a blessing.

He didn't think Joe Aiyun was fat at all, but the more he looked at it, the happier he was.

"Wanwan, do you want to go to art school or other universities?" Qiao Aiyun ate and looked at her. "I've found a special volunteer teacher for you. I'll take you to consult tomorrow."

"Consultation?" Song Fengwan had his own abacus.

"It's quite expensive for him to help people fill in their volunteers. Many people are looking for him. He can give you some good advice." Naturally, we all know the best universities, but Qiao Aiyun is not proficient in choosing majors.

Song Fengwan's achievements were filled in earlier. If they filled in the volunteers, they had to rush back to Nanjiang to prepare for the wedding.

"I still want to go to art school."

"Or because of your grandfather?" Qiao Aiyun looks at her.

Qiao's father passed away earlier. He devoted his whole life to carving stone and jade. At that time, polishing and polishing were all operated by machines. In the past, they were all purely manual. He inhaled dust every day, and he got lung disease in his fifties.

As I was older, my arm was out of order and I couldn't hold the knife. I had to withdraw this time.

In the years before he left, he was depicting and designing all kinds of jade every day, leaving behind many precious manuscripts. One of them was collected by the museum, and the Qiao family now has 10000 manuscripts.

Song Fengwan wrote and painted with a pen, which was enlightened by the old man. At that time, he would put white paper on the painting and hold song Fengwan's hand to teach her to describe flowers, birds, fish and insects

"It's a pity that we're young at night. Later, we'll follow the foreign school to draw."

Song Fengwan didn't understand at that time. He giggled and nodded.

She still remembers the touch of grandfather holding his hand.

His hands were full of thick cocoons, and there was a knife cut crack in the palm of his hand. When he held her, he was warm and powerful.

He once took her to recognize a lot of jade. He would ride an old car to take her through the streets. He would also give her coins to buy sugar

Joe had a great influence on her.

The old man left very suddenly. When he collected the whole relic, he also found a simple atlas. It was a special introductory drawing drawn by Mr. Qiao for song Fengwan, but it was not finished yet

Song Fengwan thought of Qiao, but also a sour nose, "not only because of my grandfather, I am also interested in this aspect of the design class, I want to apply there."

Qiao Aiyun thinks of her father and feels sad.

She didn't want song Fengwan to be too far away from her father, but when it comes to her father, she can't serve him after she married far away. It's a pity in her heart that song Fengwan wants to fulfill his father's wish, and her heart is bitter.

She is stupid and has no talent for painting, so she can only help with business. There are too few inheritors of Qiao's craftsmanship. I'm afraid no one will remember Qiao's in another hundred years.

"Ma --" song Fengwan bit his lips and felt nervous.

"If you insist on going to Beijing Academy of fine arts and make a good decision, I won't stop you. After all, you have to go your own way. Even if I choose the best school and the best major for you, if you don't like it and have studied for four years, I'm afraid it's not comfortable."

Qiao Aiyun is completely thinking of his father, sad, a soft heart.

"Thank you, mom." Song Fengwan said with a smile.

She has been worried about filling in the volunteer. Her uncle wanted her to go to Wusu, and the Yan family wanted her to go to Nanjiang, but she chose the farthest capital.

I don't know how to open my mouth with my mother. I said it by the way today. I got the approval. A mental arithmetic fell to the ground.

Yan Wangchuan looks at Qiao Aiyun. His eyes are red and he frowns slightly. He still clearly remembers the scene when he first joined Qiao's family.

Qiao Aiyun thought of her late father, unable to hide her loss. After a long time, she was relieved. "Now that you have decided to fill in the form, we will go back to Nanjiang."

Song Fengwan nodded.

"By the way, when I called my mother during the day, I heard from her that Yan Zhihuan and Xiao Jingan were going to be engaged. She asked her sister to send an invitation to her home, and she threw it away." Qiao Aiyun tries to change the subject.

"Are they engaged?" The Song Dynasty is full of wind.

At that time, Mrs. Xiao was so tough that she should not easily accept Yan Zhihuan. How did she suddenly get engaged.

"It's said that there is." Qiao Aiyun sighed, "it's estimated that she threatened her child. She said that she was pregnant with Xiao Jingan's child. What can she do? We've seen what the mother and daughter are like that day. We'll definitely depend on the Xiao family."

It's more than half a month since coconut forest caught the traitor that day. If you are pregnant, you can find out naturally.

Song Fengwan had no choice but to shake his head.

Xiao Jing'an is afraid that he will be entangled by that terrible woman in his life. He deserves it and can't control his lower body.

**

Song Fengwan and Fu Chen go out on a date the next day. They just eat, watch movies and drive her home before ten o'clock.

She didn't stay long in Yuncheng, so she volunteered to fill in and went back to Nanjiang, because the wedding of Qiao Aiyun and Yan Wangchuan is scheduled for August, the seventh day of the lunar calendar. There are many things to prepare before marriage.

In order to welcome the wedding, the old lady let people completely renovate the furnishings at home, and even the carpet was changed into a festive brick red.

In the middle of July, the old lady went to Wu Su to discuss the marriage with Qiao's family.

Nowadays, there are still some complaints about second marriage, but the old lady doesn't think so. Since she is married to the Yan family, she must be in good condition.

The betrothal gifts given by the Yan family are also very rich, including a real estate invested in the capital, which was directly transferred to song Fengwan.

The old lady said very directly, "if we go to the capital to study in the evening, if we don't want to live in a dormitory, a house is also a home. We can't always stay in a hotel when we go to the capital to see her. It's convenient to have a house."

But I don't know that this house has become a place for Fu Shen to have an affair with song Fengwan.

Preparing for the wedding, time passed very quickly, during this period, Qiao Aiyun was very busy.

That day, there was a strong wind outside. The weather station warned that there was a typhoon. Qiao Aiyun was idle at home. Song Fengwan learned embroidery from the old lady for more than a month. He wanted to embroider double happiness when his mother got married. He was so crooked and ugly that he destroyed a ball of gold thread.

"Oh, my little ancestor, don't spoil my gold thread any more. You've destroyed so many gold threads." As soon as the old lady saw that the end of the thread was knotted, she was not good at all.

"You said Joe's family are all craftsmen. You are also an art student. How can you be so stupid?"

Song Fengwan said, "I've worked very hard. The line is too long."

"Don't blame me here any more." The old lady sighed, "I teach you every day. How can you not learn?"

Song Fengwan looked at his hand dog gnawing like graphics, but also quite helpless.

"Mom, don't worry about her. This girl has been stupid since she was a child." Qiao Aiyun poured tea for the old lady with a smile.

"I didn't inherit it from my grandfather and uncle. I inherited it from you." Song Feng whispered in the evening.

Qiao Ai Yun gouged out her one eye, is really more and more no big no small.

"Have the soup, madam." Huang Ma brought a bowl of black chicken soup from the kitchen. Since she came to Yan's house, she has been taking tonic every day.

"Thank you." Qiao Aiyun was just about to reach for the soup bowl. She felt sick and turned pale. She ran to the bathroom in a hurry

"Mom?" Song Fengwan frowned.

There was a retch in the bathroom

The old lady and Huang Ma looked at each other. They were overjoyed and threw away the embroidery. Originally, it was cloudy and rainy, but her knees were soft and sour. Now she trotted to the bathroom.

Song Fengwan also came back at this moment.

With a jump in my heart, this is not

Yes.