Chapter 467

Duan Linbai is regarded as a white mouse. He is depressed at the bottom of his heart. He is also a chatterbox and complains to Fu Chen.

Someone seduces his daughter-in-law and is ignored. It's depressing enough to catch a glimpse of his message and only give him an expression.

Get out of here

Duan Lin Bai was angry: "Damn, you treat me as a mouse, but I'm not angry. Are you angry with me?"

He adheres to the principle of looking for his sister-in-law to hold his thigh, and sends a message to song Fengwan.

Song Fengwan has written the test paper now, and is checking the reference answers with a red pen. His mobile phone vibrates.

Little sister-in-law, you don't care if Fu San bullies me

Song Fengwan smiles, "how can the third brother bully you?"

You are going to cover up your men! This kind of behavior without any reason is very bad. It will encourage some unhealthy tendencies

Song Fengwan, my man?

His face was hot and he spoke too directly.

Continue to reply to information, did not notice Fu Chen has come out of the bedroom.

No, the third brother is always in a good temper. How can he bully you In the late Song Dynasty, it was natural to maintain Fu Chen's integrity.

Do you think I wronged him? I tell you, among us, Fu San is the worst and the most insidious. Hanchuan gives people a bad impression on the surface, and Fu San is bad in his bones

You don't know how you used to bully me

Ask the people around him who have not been bullied by him

……

Song Fengwan felt that there was a shadow over him. Just as he was about to turn his head, he was pressed on his shoulder. Fu Shen leaned down and said in a low voice, "I'm really a bad man."

"Well?"

"I like you..." Fu said in a deep voice, every word was very heavy, as if to beat her hard in the bottom of her heart, "I don't have any temper to you, in fact, I always want to bully you..."

"I can't bear it again!"

Her hand trembled and she almost missed her cell phone.

How could this old man be so provocative.

"Late..." Fu Chen's finger suddenly fell on a translation on her test paper, "you have grammatical mistakes here."

It's like a basin of cold water pouring down in winter, where there's a little bit of charming mind in the late Song Dynasty. It's shameful and angry, just you.

"Have you finished?" Fu Chen sat beside her.

"Well." The Song Dynasty is cold in the evening.

"Tomorrow..." Fu Chen thought that he could go out to see a movie or something tomorrow weekend, but song Fengwan said it directly.

"There will be a special lecture on CET-4 and CET-6 in our school tomorrow."

She didn't plan to go, but Fu Chen was so irritating that she always teased her when she was doing the questions. She was full of him at that time. Why did she still want to do her homework and say that she made grammatical mistakes?

Fu Chengang thought that they could be alone and intimate for a while. Song Fengwan gave him a blow with a word.

"The day after tomorrow..."

"I'm going to write a paper on politics."

Fu Shen pursed his lips. Now he was sure that the little girl was intentional.

"Still writing?" Fu Shen looked at her with interest.

"Write, I'm not finished. I'm going to..."

Before Song Feng's words came to an end, Fu Chen took her hand, held her in his arms and went to the bedroom.

"Fu Shen!" Song Fengwan's body is hanging in the air. For a moment, he loses his center of gravity and his heart beats out of order. He can only hold his clothes tightly. She knows from the bottom of her heart that Fu Chen is going to clean her up

So as soon as she touched the bed, she instinctively thought about it. They pulled and pulled, and song Fengwan "Dong --" went straight to Fu Chen

This is where it hit

It's better to hit the ground and let her faint.

Her face was between someone's legs. She didn't move for a long time. She just heard someone's hoarse voice coming from the top of her head, low and deep, "song Fengwan."

There was something under her jaw.

It's hot and hot!

Song Fengwan was a little confused when he was hit. He looked up at him with clear eyes, but the Phoenix eyes were hooked. Although he was naive, he was also confused.

"So you want to be bullied by me?"

Her whole body is like a shrimp that has been cooked all the time. A large amount of red halo diffuses from her jaw. Her whole body is hot and her head is dizzy.

She jumped up in a hurry to get rid of her body, but they were entangled at the moment. Her movements were stiff and she almost fell down. Fortunately, Fu Chen helped her in time and turned over and pressed her under her body.

"Third brother..."

"Have been felt, want to run?"

"I'm not..."

Fu Chen's kiss was very heavy, especially deep. His thin lips were grinding her tightly. Song Fengwan was still in shock just now. His body was a little tight. His fingers had already stretched out from the hem of his clothes, and he was kneading her waist and eyes through a thin layer of autumn clothes

Song Fengwan's body trembled, and the tip of his tongue had already reached in.

She clung to Fu Shen's clothes tightly, her toes curled up comfortably, and she could even hear her heart beating.

The breathing is also out of order.

Song Fengwan was a bit breathless by his kiss, and his face was a little red. He stretched out his hand to hold someone's hand, and his breath was short. "Our relatives are coming."

Fu Chen raised his eyes to see her, "this time ahead of schedule."

Song Fengwan blushes and nods. She can clearly see the strong desire suppressed in his eyes. He lowers his head and kisses the corner of her mouth. His voice is low and sexy, "use your hand..."

Song Feng's face turned red in the evening. They spent a long time in bed before they went into the bathroom to wash.

Fu Chen often comes to live, so naturally he has his own toiletries. When song Fengwan brushes his teeth, he sees their toothbrushes leaning together and frowns slightly

They have their own dental jars. Why do they put toothbrushes in one dental jar? They always feel that toothbrushes stick together. It's a bit unsanitary.

Song Fengwan put his toothbrush back into his jar.

When she looked back, the toothbrushes leaned together again.

She couldn't laugh or cry, and suddenly felt that someone was a little childish sometimes.

When he goes to bed at night, it's torture for Fu Chen. Because it's cold, Song Feng goes to bed in thin autumn clothes and trousers. After turning off the light, he hides in the quilt and is taken off by his underwear. When he goes to bed, he naturally has nothing to do with it

Song Fengwan was honest and almost motionless when he went to bed. Fu Chen couldn't help holding her in his arms. He was so fragrant and soft that he relied on her. He didn't mean to upset him.

**

The next day, early in the morning

Fu Chen had the habit of copying scriptures. He woke up early and went downstairs to buy her breakfast. When he came back, song Fengwan was sitting cross legged on the sofa in a daze.

"Three..." just as she wanted to call him, she noticed that he was wearing a Bluetooth headset and was obviously on the phone.

She took the breakfast and helped him to get the scarf on his neck on tiptoe. Fu Shen also bent down to shorten the distance between them.

"... I know. You can consult with your master about this problem."

"I have plans for the weekend, so I can't eat with you."

When Song Feng got closer in the evening, he heard the voice of the people there. It was Fu Yuxiu's voice.

She calmly helped him to take off the scarf. Fu Chen went over and gave her a kiss. His thin lips were cold, and he held song Fengwan in his arms. She only wore sweaters and trousers, and her waist was thin and soft.

He can hold it easily with one hand.

As a result, he is on the phone again, she dare not make a sound, let someone strong and overbearing in their own mouth.

Fu Yuxiu has been an intern in Fu Shen company for a long time. He wanted to invite him to dinner on the ground of asking him something. Unfortunately, he was rejected. He is now lamenting that his third uncle is really hard to make an appointment. How can he know what Fu Shen is doing?

Hung up the phone, Fu Shen just withdraw the body, take off the Bluetooth headset, "hurry to eat, cold is not delicious."

"What did Fu Yuxiu call you early in the morning for?"

"Asked something." Fu Shen took out his breakfast, "he has never had an accurate positioning of his ability."

"What do you mean?"

"It's like asking me when I was a child, which is better, Jingcheng university or Jinling University. I just want to say to him: what's your grade? Does it need to be this tangled? "

Song Fengwan coughed twice, took chopsticks from the kitchen and lowered his head to eat soup.

In fact, Fu Yuxiu is quite outstanding among his peers. If not, Qiao Aiyun and the Qiao family would not agree with the Fu family's proposal of marriage, but in Fu Shen's eyes

This second nephew seems to be unable to handle it at all. He is disgusted to death.

This is my uncle.

What time did the lecture in your school begin Fu Chen did not forget that song Fengwan said he would go back to the lecture.

"It's not mandatory. It doesn't matter whether you go or not." Song Feng didn't want to go out on such a cold day.

Fu Shen said lightly, "were you teasing me last night?"

In the late Song Dynasty, he hung his head and said nothing.

"I'll take you to Hanchuan later. Didn't you want to see the Diancui face before? After lunch at his house, we'll go out to the cinema. " Since she said that there was no arrangement, Fu Chen said his plan.

"Good." It was a long time since the charity party, and she almost forgot about it.

**

Sichuan Beijing home

Fu Chen and Song Feng didn't say hello before they came to Beijing, so when they entered the living room, Song Feng was silly.

When asked about the heating in the hall, Jing Hanchuan was wearing a white jacket with blue embroidery on the neckline, a lot of auspicious cloud totem on the cuff, and the light in the room was a little rosy. When he stood there, he looked very soft.

He was born natural and unrestrained, and his facial features were feminine, but he didn't feel feminine. At this time, with the style of Beijing opera, he was even more beautiful.

He was tall and rebellious. He was thin and tall. He was a little surprised to see them come in.

Jing Hanchuan seldom wears costumes. Today, he is just on a whim. He takes off his clothes and asks people to hang them carefully. Don't wrinkle them.

"Can Liu Ye sing opera?" Song Fengwan asked in a low voice.

"Follow her mother's lead, boy." Fu Chen chuckles.

It's just that it's very hard to do this business. His mother loves him and loves to cultivate Quan Dang. It's just that he has developed this temperament and has a great style.

"What are you doing here?"

Jinghanchuan sips the hot tea, with a nice voice and Beijing accent. It's too lazy to say.

"I want to have a look at the head of Diancui you photographed before."

"Yes."

Song Fengwan went to the collection room to see his face. He found that there were many good things in the Beijing family. All the costumes on display in this room were Peking opera costumes with Dan characters. There were all kinds of designs. Many of them were made by hand. Even the embroidery patterns were carefully embroidered.

She took a few photos, itching to copy some of the patterns, but it's not close to the school and the capital of Yunjin. It's very difficult to get the painting tools, so she said casually.

Jing Hanchuan went out to help her buy painting tools, and then hung the bill in Fu Chen's name.

Song Fengwan still smiles and thanks him all the time. He feels embarrassed to trouble him.

"That's very kind of you." Jinghanchuan didn't say anything. It wasn't my money anyway.

**

And now he's home

After He Xi's affair, the reputation of he's family in Beijing has become stinky. Now he Shiqing wants to find someone to go shopping. In the past, those good sisters who hold her always try to get in the way of others. Their parents often quarrel over Yu Manxi, and the whole he family is in a mess.

"Miss, there's something going on in Beijing."

"What?" He Shiqing's heart is agitated and his voice is not good.

"Today, there are guests from the Beijing family. The third master has gone, but the Beijing family has gone to rongyingge."

"Wing Ying pavilion?" He Shiqing frowned, "where is that?"

"The place to sell painting tools is brush, ink, paper and inkstone, including all kinds of carbon pen, ink and watercolor..."

"The Beijing family goes there to buy things..." he Shiqing's eyebrows are twisted together. None of the Beijing family is proficient in painting watercolor, let alone buying professional appliances.

She suddenly remembered the plagiarism incident some time ago. At that time, in the exhibition center, jinghanchuan also passed by and helped song Fengwan.

At that time, she had been thinking about what kind of relationship these two people had, which required Jing Hanchuan to set out in person.

Song Fengwan is an art major. She has been in touch with her about three times. Yu Manxi's family, personal exhibition center, charity dinner... It seems that she is in the place where jinghanchuan appears.

He is not old, but he is very difficult. Is it difficult for Jing Hanchuan and her?

He Shiqing suddenly had a headache.