Chapter 853

Xiaoyan xiansen didn't know what he said. The atmosphere in the living room was so awkward that he had already sat on the children's chair, laid out the spoon and chopsticks, and waited for the meal.

"What are you doing? Sit down." With a slightly embarrassed smile, Mrs. Yan asked everyone to sit down.

Joe looked at his little nephew. He said a lot about this little thing.

Before Fu Chen came, Qiao Wangbei wanted to cut him to pieces. It's just a matter for his family to talk about in private. It's really embarrassing to talk about it.

Fu Zhongli coughed and sat down. Did the family really discuss this kind of thing in private?

In fact, when he was talking about the details of marriage negotiation with several people on the opposite side, his eyes were attracted by Qiao Wangbei from time to time.

He turned the knife instinctively. The cocoon on his hand was very thick, and there were scars cut by the knife. In some places, the incision was deep enough to reach the bone. It was not easy to do anything.

It is said that when he operated the machine, he almost lost half of his arm once.

Since after sitting down, it's natural to drink.

"It's just noon. Drink less." Qiao Aiyun exhorts.

However, Yan Wangchuan and Qiao Wangbei looked at each other. They rushed to get Fu Chen drunk today. How could they drink less? Fu Chen came here today just to ask for help. Even if he didn't drink at ordinary times, he couldn't refuse today.

Song Fengwan watched, what red, white, yellow, all kinds of color of wine into his cup.

A slight frown.

"Uncle..."

"What's the matter? I'm happy today, Fu Chen. If you can't drink it, we won't force it." Qiao Wangbei said this, Rao is Fu Chen now drunk, can only hold nodding.

"It doesn't matter. Let's go on."

He patted song Fengwan's hand, indicating that it didn't matter.

At this time, Fu Zhongli stayed out of the business, just having a few drinks with him.

The meal didn't end until more than two o'clock in the afternoon. It didn't end until Fu Chen couldn't stand it and felt a little sick in his stomach.

He ran to the bathroom. Song Fengwan followed him closely. Before he went in, he heard the sound of toilet flushing. He thought it was vomiting

"Why do you drink him and make people like this?" Qiao Aiyun was angry. "It seems that I can't leave today. I'm going to live at home."

Qiao Wangbei and Yan Wangchuan had a drink, but they put Fu Chen down. When they heard that he was going to stay at home, they were cold.

"Stay?" Yan Wangchuan raises eyebrows.

"I think he has vomited. It's hard for him to leave now. I must let him have a rest first."

Fu Zhongli sat on the edge, looking down and smirking.

**

Fu Chen did vomit once. It was all wine. On the contrary, he was sober. With the help of song Fengwan, he went to the second floor.

"Lie down and I'll get you a towel." Song Fengwan turns around and goes into the bathroom, ready to wring a towel to wipe his face. Before he can react, the person who is still lying on the bed just now will squeeze in.

It's not a big place. It's uncomfortable for everyone to turn around. Besides, it's another person.

"How did you get up?"

Song Feng didn't turn his head in the evening. Someone had leaned over from behind.

He looks a little empty, his face is very red, and he breathes

It's all wine.

It's like there's a fire on my body. I'm obviously drunk.

"Headache."

Fu Chen seldom drank alcohol. This time he was in a hurry. He just vomited once. At this time, his head was dizzy.

"You shouldn't have gone crazy with them just now. Didn't you see that they were on purpose?" Song Fengwan bowed his head and twisted the towel, but he was helpless and distressed.

Fu Chen fingers gently touched her abdomen, "small things recently make you?"

"Very good."

Song Fengwan turns around and folds the cold towel slightly. Someone obediently holds his hands on the washing table behind song Fengwan.

Virtual ring her, low head, on her height.

He also worried about touching her, always afraid of squeezing her stomach.

The towel was cold and fell on his forehead and eyebrows, which made him feel comfortable for a long time.

"Don't try to be brave next time."

"I know."

"They really want to get you. They talked about it all night yesterday. If my mother didn't stop them, they were going to hang you first."

"It doesn't matter. I didn't think about things before. Let them vent their anger."

Song Fengwan chuckles, "you know it from the bottom of your heart."

"At that time, I only thought about you and wanted to be with you, so I didn't care about others."

Fu Chen's eyebrows and eyes were covered at this time. He spoke and exhaled with the smell of wine.

It's kind of intoxicating.

"Third brother..."

"Well?"

"When on earth did you like me?" Song Fengwan covered the towel with both hands and propped it on Fu Shen's eyes.

"Maybe..." Fu Chen drank a little wine today, and naturally spoke with his heart, "a long time ago."

"How long?"

"I saw you when you were a child. At Joe's funeral, I don't think you remember. You followed josiyan closely, like a little tail, and your eyes were red with tears."

Song Fengwan can't remember these things clearly.

"When the old man left, I went with him to cremate and bury him. At that time, my father held you and you called me brother."

"When you were..."

"It's a lovely face."

"You shouldn't have..." song Fengwan frowned, "don't you have any special hobby?"

"What nonsense?" Fu Chen chuckled, "later things went by. You are so young. What can I think of you? Only after a few years, I always heard my parents mention it. Then you and Yu Xiu got engaged, so naturally I paid more attention to it."

"A few years ago, when you went to our house..." song Fengwan bit his lip.

"I was..." Fu Chen hooked his lips, "want to give you support."

In fact, it's very mysterious to like or fall in love with this thing, and Fu Chen can't tell when he had a different idea about her, that is

At that moment, I wanted to support her and rely on her.

When some ideas come into being, they begin to breed.

Fu Chen suddenly remembered many things before, especially when Song Feng entered the capital in the late Song Dynasty. As soon as he hooked his lips, he felt that the corners of his mouth were a little soft.

The eyes are cold, but the heart is more tender.

"Thank you for loving me."

Fu Chen had drunk some wine, and when the strength of the wine came up, he leaned on her for a while. However, taking care of her body, he didn't dare to be presumptuous

I can only do my best to restrain myself.

Later, song Fengwan helped him to bed to rest, twisted a towel and wiped his face. After a few minutes, Qiao Aiyun knocked on the door and cooked some wake-up wine for him.

"Now help him up to drink, just knocked on the door several times outside, no one should, I'm afraid..." Qiao Aiyun coughed, "didn't dare to come in directly."

Qiao Aiyun doesn't worry. They will come here at this time. They are just afraid that Fu Chen is changing his clothes. It's hard to avoid embarrassment.

"Maybe I was in the bathroom and didn't hear it." Song Fengwan received the wine soup.

Originally, this bowl of wine soup should have been sent by Yan Wangchuan, just because he and Qiao Wangbei had drunk Fu Chen so much that Qiao Aiyun criticized him.

He volunteered and said that he would make amends!

But Qiao Aiyun didn't know what he was thinking in his heart. He would not take care of people. He was afraid that when the time came, he would break Fu Shen's mouth and would like to put all the bowls in.

**

When Fu Chen came to Nanjiang this time, he not only proposed marriage, but also took wedding photos with song Fengwan. Before, he took a group of wedding photos in the capital. It was not so much a wedding photo as an art photo, because it was too cold to wear a wedding dress.

I have contacted the photography studio for a long time, and I need to change some clothes that day. Qiao Aiyun is worried that she can't stand it, so she almost follows the whole process.

Yan Wangchuan and Qiao Wangbei followed.

This made Fu Shen and song Fengwan extremely uncomfortable.

"You two, be close, face to face." Naturally, the sweeter the wedding photos, the better. The photographers said they could kiss each other, but Fu Chen obviously felt the back was cool.

He is not a person who likes to take photos. He is not good at postures. Moreover, when it comes to a location, the photographer asks them to put on more than a dozen shapes. He is not a star. How can he think of so many.

And

In front of his elders, he felt a little embarrassed.

Yan Wangchuan and Qiao Wangbei sat in the shade of a distant tree, staring at them.

There is a group of wedding photos taken on the beach beside Yan's family. They definitely want to come and have a look.

"Third Master, please kiss your wife. Stay close and don't move."

Shifang and Qianjiang are standing on one side, trying to hold a smile.

The Third Master of his family should have never been so obedient in his life. He can do whatever others ask him to do.

Qiao Wang north is not nothing to do, his pocket carrying work, casually looking for a stone, carving up on their own.

"Fu Chen, what are you nervous about? Look at his face. It's so stiff. " In his spare time, Qiao Wangbei did not forget to comment.

"Ugly smile." Yan Wangchuan mends the sword.

"It's still natural for us. He's a bit old-fashioned in this suit."

"It's the old man!" Continue to mend the knife.

"Recently, the boy is still witty. He can talk and do things well."

"I'm afraid we'll embarrass him when we meet him. When did he do useless work? You won't be captured by him, will you? " Yan Wangchuan asked.

Qiao Wangbei's strength suddenly increased, and he cut off the small figure he had just carved.

**

Fu Chen is taking wedding photos. He needs to stay in Nanjiang for a few days, and then directly return to Beijing to prepare for the wedding. Song Feng's party stays at home until before the wedding. In the middle, they need to be separated for some time.

Fu Zhongli had nothing to do with staying in Nanjiang, so he returned to Beijing ahead of time.

Maybe the temperature difference between the north and the South was too big. On the night of returning home, it was suddenly hot and he was sent to the hospital overnight.

The car drove out of the compound in the middle of the night. Some media thought it was the leader who had an accident. They rushed to the hospital for an interview. Only later did they know that it was Fu Zhongli.

The next day's headline was:

The second master of the Fu family fainted all night and went to the doctor. It is reported that his condition has been initially stable

Fu Zhongli had a fever, which was under control that night, but it was published in the newspaper, which made him very depressed.

Fu Shinan, in particular, made a special call to inquire about his physical condition.

"Why are you so sick?" Media rendering, even a cold, can blow you into a terminal disease.

"It's nothing. It's just a fever. I couldn't get my temperature down at that time, so I came to the hospital."

"Just came back from Nanjiang and fell ill? Did the Yan Family embarrass you? You are not a coward

I don't think anyone can think of it. In fact, their brothers grew up grinding each other. When they were young, there were many conflicts and mutual animosity, which was normal. They just got married and had children, and they had to worry about their image in their children's hearts.

Fu Shinan is also an outspoken man.

The meaning of this is clear. It is make complaints about him.

Fu Zhongli is quite helpless, to mention a pro, but also on the hot search headlines.

**

After Fu Chen came back from Nanjiang, his wedding with song Fengwan was put on the agenda.

In preparing for the wedding, for the first time, there must be a lot of mishandling. Fu Chen takes time to go to the wedding room of Beijing Hanchuan and is ready to ask him for some experience.

Jing Hanchuan knew everything and told him all the unexpected situations he met at that time.

Before leaving, Xu Yuanfei wanted to stay in his kitchen, but Fu Chen declined.

"I have a lot of things to do, so I won't disturb you. This is a gift I brought to you from Nanjiang."

Jinghanchuan squints and looks at the box with the logo of a certain brand of coconut cake printed on it. At that time, he looks up and thinks that he is still interesting enough. He just points it open and sees that there is a smell of traditional Chinese medicine on his face.

"The prescription I've found for Mr. Fan should be useful to you."

"You take this box?"

"I haven't found the right box for a while. How hard you work." Fu Chen said, patting Jing Hanchuan on the shoulder, turning to leave with a smile.

Jinghanchuan's fingers tightened slightly.

Xu Yuanfei is coughing. In fact, she is also very depressed. They have no problem. How can it be so difficult to have a child!