Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master's Wife-Chasing Strategy Chapter 162

When he arrived at Yuncheng toll station, Qiao Aiyun called and said that he had cooked the meal at home and let him go. The address was a residential unit building.

Qiao Xiyan followed the navigation and took a detour. It was already nine o’clock in the evening when he arrived at the community.

Qiao Aiyun had been waiting at the gate of the unit building for a long time. The car stopped steadily, and song Fengwan jumped out of the car.

In the winter of Yuncheng, the cold wind was bright, astringent and cold. Although the temperature was not as low as that of the capital, she felt that it was colder than there.

Song Feng called his mother in the evening and saw a man standing behind her.

A black suit, a down jacket on the outside, capable and smart.

“Uncle Yan.” Song Fengwan and Qiao Aiyun talk on the phone on the way, and she doesn’t mention that Yan Wangchuan is here.

“Well.” Yan Wangchuan answered coldly, his expression was scarce, and his coldness was inhuman.

Even if I look at you, I still have a cold vision, just like a falcon.

Song Fengwan met him several times in Qiao’s house before. They all looked like strangers are not allowed to enter, so there was not much communication. Before the wedding banquet, he came out to help. Song Fengwan’s impression of him changed a little.

Qiao Xiyan called aunt. Seeing Yan Wangchuan, he was stunned for a few seconds and called, “uncle.”

Qiao family pays attention to the relationship between teachers and successors. Seeing the elders, Qiao Xiyan is still very respectful.

As soon as he opened the trunk, Yan Wangchuan came to help carry the luggage, “uncle, I’ll come.”

Yan Wangchuan looked at him and walked up with his luggage, ignoring him at all.

Josiyan seems to have been used to being ignored by him, but he is a little surprised when he appears here.

None of the Qiao brothers, including his father, likes to gossip. No one talks about the relationship between Yan Wangchuan and Qiao Aiyun, and he naturally doesn’t know.

Normally, as long as Qiao Aiyun comes to Qiao’s house, he never sees Yan Wangchuan. They never meet each other. Qiao Xiyan naturally doesn’t know that there is a past between them.

Only when the relationship between the two is average.

“Xiyan, I’ll come. You’ve been driving for hours, and it’s hard.”

Qiao Aiyun just took the suitcase from his hand, a pair of thick and dry hands stretched out, took the suitcase, straight upstairs.

Song Fengwan saw that Qiao Aiyun’s hand was empty in the air, and he was a little embarrassed. He bowed his head and smirked.

Uncle Yan doesn’t talk much, but he is a practical person.

“How do you live here?” Song Fengwan never heard Qiao Aiyun mention that she moved out.

“One lives in space at home.” Qiao Aiyun evades the heavy and takes the light. He doesn’t mention that song Jingren is in a uproar because of the divorce.

Although the house is under the name of song Fengwan, song Jingren and Jiang Fengya still live in it. Although Qiao Aiyun said hard to let them get out before, the divorce lawsuit is complicated. She discusses it with her lawyer every day and has no energy to manage them for the time being.

She just wants to settle the divorce earlier and finish the property division. If he still refuses to leave, there are other ways for him to get down.

After the divorce, she planned to go back to Wu Su and find a house here for a while.

**

High rise, room 1502.

Push the door, close the window, turn on the air conditioner, two rooms and one hall, clean and tidy.

“Xiyan, the dishes are all ready. You can sit down and wash your hands, and I’ll be able to eat with a little heat.” Song Fengwan has lived outside for more than two months, and Qiao Xiyan seldom comes here. Naturally, she has to cook herself.

“Mom, I’ll help you.” Song Fengwan took off his coat, washed his hands and went to the kitchen.

She hadn’t eaten Qiao Aiyun’s food for a long time. Now she was hungry and greedy. She touched a pair of chopsticks and put the vinegar chopsticks in her mouth.

“The guests are still outside, what they look like when they are seen.” Qiao Aiyun can still see the living room from this angle, and Yan Wangchuan is also looking at him, which makes her a little embarrassed.

Song Fengwan glanced at the living room. “My cousin is from my own family. Uncle Yan is also from my own family. I’m sure I won’t mind.”

“What are you talking about?” Qiao Aiyun was so angry that she pinched her arm, “go out, who used you to be so unruly, what nonsense.”

Song Fengwan bowed his head and gnawed at the ribs, but he didn’t speak.

Who is used to it?

Maybe it’s Fu Shen.

Song Feng chews the ribs at night. He doesn’t know what he ate tonight?

**

In the living room, Qiao Xiyan and Yan Wangchuan were both people with few words. They were speechless, and the atmosphere was very awkward for a time.

Qiao Xiyan coughed twice, “uncle, I went to the north to buy some stones, and some chicken blood stones. Do you want to have a look?”

“Well.” Yan Wangchuan nodded.

Two people discuss the stone, the topic nature is very many.

“Uncle, why are you here?” Josiyan finally asked the bottom of his heart.

Yan Wangchuan just looked at him and said nothing.

Silent and cold.

Rao is Qiao Xiyan. He’s very cool. Can’t you ask about this topic?

“Your father didn’t teach you. Don’t ask if you shouldn’t?”

Yan Wangchuan’s voice is dull, like a resonance sound from his chest, which gives people a great sense of oppression.

Even his father is afraid of this elder martial brother. What’s more, he can’t be provoked?

Josiyan nodded and said nothing.

This tone is already a threat warning, and he will not ask for trouble.

“Especially for the elders, don’t get involved. Don’t talk too much when you go back.”

Josiyan was not a fool; he had made it very clear.

Don’t tell his father.

Then he knows very well that Yan Wangchuan is interested in his aunt and doesn’t want his father to know about it for the time being

“Why don’t you talk? I’m waiting for your answer.” Yan Wangchuan squints and touches a blood stone in his hand.

“Well, I understand.”

Josiyan was rarely threatened, but he had no way to deal with him.

“It’s not finished here. Your father is hot tempered. You can go back and do something about it.”

“I know.” In this case, josiyan would not say, “uncle, can I ask you another question?”

Yan Wangchuan took an eyebrow at him, “you say.”

Josiyan laughed bitterly and rubbed the stone with his head down. “You can see that the quality of chicken blood stone is not bad.”

Qiao Aiyun is his aunt, his nephew. Can’t you ask more?

I’ve never seen such a powerful man.

If you want to pursue his aunt, you should have a better attitude towards him?

It’s the same as before. If you don’t agree with the rules, you will be forced.

**

There were two silent people at the four tables. The atmosphere was a little stuffy. Song Fengwan was talking about almost all of them, and Qiao Aiyun spoke up.

“Xiyan, when are you leaving?” Qiao Aiyun looks at the person opposite.

“Tomorrow.”

“Then stay here tonight. I’ll clean up the room later.”

“He’s staying at the hotel with me tonight.” Yan Wangchuan directly opened his mouth and cut off Qiao Xiyan’s back.

What can josiyan do? My uncle said, and he could only answer, “well, I just agreed with my uncle. I want to ask him about carving in the evening.”

“That’s fine.” Qiao Aiyun didn’t want to keep him.

**

After dinner, mother and daughter took them to the elevator.

As soon as they arrived downstairs, Yan Wangchuan took out the key and prepared to drive.

Qiao Xiyan tried to open his mouth, “uncle, would you like to take my car back to the hotel?”

Yan Wangchuan glanced at him, “I only have an economic big bed room. Do you want to sleep with me?”

Josiyan was stunned.

“Find your own hotel.” After that, he drove away, leaving only the car exhaust all the way.

Josiyan’s face was stiff in the night, and the cold wind was blowing, lonely and desolate

Is this my father-in-law?

**

Song Fengwan simply took a bath. With the air conditioner on at home, it’s not as comfortable as the heating in the north. The quilt has been dried for a long time, and it still smells of sunshine.

She got into bed and felt for her cell phone.

Fu Chen sent her a message half an hour ago.

Reply to me after eating

She bit her lip and replied, “I’m finished and ready to sleep.”

Is it a person now

Song Fengwan is not alone. Who else can she sleep with?

Yes

Is it convenient

Song Fengwan hasn’t recovered. A video conversation is sent. She jumps out of bed in fright. Qiao Aiyun is still packing outside, and the sound insulation of the room is not good.

She hung up the video with a guilty conscience.

It’s inconvenient for my mother to be outside

I just want to see you. I can’t speak

Song Fengwan is still hesitating when someone’s video is sent again. She puts on the earphone and connects it.

Fu Chen seems to be in the study, seems to be with the computer on, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, white shirt, gentle, abstinent, especially Confucian

“How do you turn on the computer?” Song Fengwan lowered his voice, adjusted the angle of his mobile phone, and tried to make his face smaller.

“The computer screen is so big that you can see it more clearly.”

Song Fengwan’s head exploded and his face turned red.

How can this old man be so flirtatious