Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master's Wife-Chasing Strategy Chapter 208

Song Feng came home in the morning, squatted in the bathroom and cried for a long time. When he got up, his eyes were sore, his head was dizzy, and he felt dizzy for a short time.

Her feet were floating, her knees were knocked on the edge of the toilet, and her consciousness came back. She took a breath, washed her face and went straight back to the room.

Although it is said that song Jingren has drawn a clear line with him, he is her biological father after all. He has lived together for more than ten years. If he has no feelings at all, it would be deceiving.

You know he’s bad, but you’re being kidnapped? She never dreamed of such a thing.

Lying on the bed, tossing and turning, difficult to sleep.

Eyes clearly pain can’t open, tears still a force to flow down.

Midway, Qiao Aiyun and Qiao Wangbei both knock on the door and ask her to have dinner. She has no appetite. In fact, everyone is not in the mood to eat, so they will not force her.

Song Feng’s head is dim at night, and she doesn’t know when to fall asleep. When she wakes up, she feels for her mobile phone under her pillow, and it’s already more than ten o’clock in the evening.

Fu Shen sent her a message six hours ago.

I want to have dinner with you

She got into bed and called him with a clear throat.

The phone got through, “third brother, I’ve been sleeping, I didn’t see your message.”

“Wake up? Are you hungry? “

“Not bad.” Maybe it’s too hard to feel hungry.

“I’m hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten yet?”

Fu Chen’s voice is very light, “I’m in your neighborhood.”

Song Fengwan was stunned for a moment. He jumped out of bed and opened the curtain. In the dark night, there was heavy snow. The cold wind rolled cotton like snowflakes and let them fly freely. The scenery outside the window was full of snow.

In the black night, pure white.

Like black and white shadow painting, beautiful silence.

Before she spoke, Fu Chen continued, “I’ve been waiting for you all day. I’m very hungry.”

“It’s snowing outside. Why don’t you go back?”

“I want to see you.” It was very quiet around. His voice was low and hoarse. It was like a morning clock. It fell on her ear, and the heart of the listener was all tied up.

“You wait for me.”

“Put on more clothes. Don’t worry.” Fu Chen hung up after telling him.

……

Song Fengwan, wearing pajamas and a down jacket, runs downstairs.

Just on the first floor, I found that the light was on. Qiao Aiyun was leaning on the sofa, covered with a blanket, and was asleep.

Yan Wangchuan is sitting on another single sofa with a computer on his knee. The light refracted by the computer sets off his face even colder and bleaker.

“Uncle Yan?” Song Fengwan’s heart felt a little faint.

“Going out?” Yan Wangchuan looks up at her.

“…” song Fengwan grabbed his clothes with his fingers, “I… Have a friend to look for. I’ll go out a little and come back immediately.”

“It’s snowing.”

“Well, I’ll be back soon.” Song Fengwan is lying, his face is red, but you go to see Yan Wangchuan again, and quietly open the door

A gust of cold wind came, and Shuo Xue came. Subconsciously, she squinted and turned back to close the door.

Next second

The wind stops and the snow stops.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Fu Chen standing in front of her house with an umbrella.

In a trance, she recalled that when she met Fu Shen for the first time, it was raining all over the sky, and he was also standing under the umbrella

“Why don’t you put on more clothes.” Fu Chen went to the corridor and raised her hand to close the collar of her down jacket.

Song Fengwan’s eyes were red and his voice was silent.

Fu Chen stood a step lower than her. He gently reached out and pressed the back of her head, slightly drooping his head

Forehead together, nose light rub.

“My face is very hot. I don’t have a fever.”

Song Fengwan was stunned for a moment. His fingers were warm and he held her back neck, which made her skin tense unconsciously.

“No She just met Yan Wangchuan. She was a little nervous.

“Late…”

“Well?”

“I told you, don’t be afraid if anything happens. The third brother is protecting you.” Fu Chen looked at her, and they were too close to each other, as if they were only seeing each other.

Song Fengwan had a sour nose and nodded slightly.

“No matter whether you follow me or not, I’ll be yours. I won’t change forever. Do you understand?”

She moved half an inch to Fu Chen’s side with red eyes and put her hand around his neck. “Third brother… I feel sick.”

She was crying. His neck was wet with hot and humid tears. Fu Shen’s fingers loosened and the umbrella slipped from his fingers. He reached out and put her in his arms.

She felt sick

He’s more uncomfortable.

“You are you and he is him. Don’t punish yourself with other people’s mistakes. You feel bad, and I feel bad.”

“Some people don’t know you are so sad. Don’t cry for them after crying this time. Think about those who like you, care about you and love you deeply…”

“Think about me again.”

Everyone knows the truth, but some emotions really can’t be controlled. If you don’t let it out, I’m afraid you will keep it in your heart.

Fu Shen took a deep breath, tightened his arm, took her into his arms and covered all the snow for her.

……

She didn’t let go until Song Feng was tired of crying in the evening.

“Get in the car,” he said Fu Shen reached out and took her to the car.

The air was cold and humid. Walking around the lung, it was cold and shivering. The water on the ground was covered with thin snow, and there was a sound of small pieces.

When they got to the car, the heating was sufficient. Song Feng took a sniff at the end of the day. He took the paper towel from Fu Chen and kept wiping his tears. On the contrary, he was a little embarrassed.

“Would you like something to eat?”

“No, I have to go back immediately. I’m not very hungry.”

Fu Chen took a delicately packaged dessert from the back seat of the car and handed it to her, “then have some of this. It’s cold. I wanted to buy something for you. I’m afraid it’s not delicious when it’s cold. This is the only one.”

Song Fengwan nodded, opened the box, triangle mousse cake, a small one, also scattered sweet taste.

She picked up the side of the spoon, scooped a piece and handed it to Fu Chen, “eat it?”

Fu Chen shook his head. He didn’t like anything, including sweets.

“I don’t think you like anything.” Apart from believing in Buddhism, “it seems that I haven’t seen you before. Don’t be keen on anything.”

“Who said no.” Fu Chen turned to look at her.

“What?”

“Like you, count it?”

Song Feng coughed twice and lowered his head to eat. “Well… Where did you buy it? It’s delicious.” She changed the subject abruptly.

Fu Shen low smile, “delicious?”

“Not bad.”

Fu Chen squints and stares at her small mouth, soft, light pink

It’s comfortable to kiss.

“I’ll have a taste…” while speaking, Fu Shen got up and put one hand on the glass behind her, blocking her lips.

She tilted her head, some caught off guard, he kisses gently, with sucking, the tip of the tongue licking her mouth residual desserts, like a current, all the way to the chest.

The heart beat disorderly, bang bang – like it was about to burst the chest.

Even the breath was burning, until her lips and tongue were numb, he withdrew.

“You…” song Fengwan hung his head, took a spoon and poked the cake twice.

“It doesn’t mean to go back in a hurry and eat fast for two.”

Song Fengwan was stunned. What he called two people eating is

Eat her mouth?

That’s some bullshit reason.

“Eat, I won’t touch you.” Fu Chen did not force her to look embarrassed.

**

Qiao’s family at the moment

Yan Wangchuan saw song Fengwan leave, but he was not in a hurry to go out, because a few minutes ago, Fu Chen sent him a message.

Fu Chen: are aunt Yun and uncle Qiao asleep

Yan Wangchuan frowns, uncle Qiao? Without a word, he began to recognize his relatives. He was really glib. He bowed his head and said, “I’m asleep.”

Fu Chen: I think the light is still on in the living room

Yan Wangchuan: [Ai Yun left a meal for her. She was afraid that she would be hungry in the middle of the night. She stayed in the living room all the time, but I didn’t sleep

Fu Chen: come out later. It’s convenient for you

Yan Wangchuan frowns. Why does he have the illusion that he is cheating on others, but he still answers the question: [mm]

Fu Chen: [are you and aunt Yun still making no progress

Yan Wangchuan: progress

Fu Chen: for example

Yan Wangchuan: we are holding hands

Fu Shen chuckles: “men should take the initiative in this kind of thing. Aunt Yun worries a lot now. Women will think a lot. After thinking about it, they may not agree to be with you. Space needs to be given to her. Her position needs to be determined earlier. When it’s time to swear sovereignty, she must be stronger.”

Yan Wangchuan has been squinting at Fu Chen’s last message.

Strong, initiative, pledge of sovereignty.

He also thought it was very reasonable.

Knowing that Song Feng couldn’t come back for a while later, he looked at Qiao Aiyun. The blanket on her body had slipped onto her lap. Yan Wangchuan put the computer on her lap on one side and slowly sat down beside her.

He stretched out his hand and gently pulled the blanket to her shoulder. Maybe half of the sofa collapsed and Qiao Aiyun’s head tilted, leaning against Yan Wangchuan.

Yan Wangchuan fingers tight, stiff body, do a few deep breathing, heart slowly stable.

He just wanted to push her past, Joe Aiyun moved, the body closer.

He tilted his head slightly

Face to face, the distance between the tip of their nose, but very close.

Yan Wangchuan’s face was taut, his throat was dry and hot, and he slipped two times, feeling the blood boiling all over him.

It’s kind of killing.

He reached out stiffly, pressed her head and tried to push her over.

The finger touched her face, and some reluctant.

Although Qiao Aiyun is nearly 40 years old, she has a good care. Although her skin is slightly loose and some fine lines can be seen, she is also white and tender.

His palms were so sweaty that he swallowed.

I touched her face twice.

Greasy.

Soft.

There’s an unspeakable taste.

It seemed to be a little softer than her hand. His eyes drifted on her face until they fell on her red mouth

At the end of the day, she hardly ate or drank. Her lips were dry and pale, but he felt a little anxious to breathe. He wanted to kiss her.

He had this idea more than 20 years ago.

But at that time, the society was not as open as it is now. It was a luxury to hold a small hand, and he could only dream of kissing Fangze.

But now it’s different. It’s close at hand. As long as he tilts his head again, he can kiss.

Yan Wangchuan is decent and doesn’t want to do this kind of thing. However, there are different voices in his heart. He is fighting between heaven and man

But on second thought.

She has promised to propose to herself, and then she will be her wife, so it’s OK to kiss her.

Just taste it.

Yan Wangchuan took a deep breath and tilted his head slightly

Closer and closer, he can almost clearly hear his strong heartbeat, close at hand, constantly hitting his chest.

His heart beat steadily and powerfully, which made him dizzy.

He came close to

When she was about to approach, she stopped for two seconds. Her breath was even and gentle, with an unknown fragrance. His throat was sliding, but he couldn’t help it

A slight touch on her lips.

His lips are very hot, but hers is very soft.

A little reluctant to leave.

It’s just that suddenly there’s a door opening

When he recovered, song Fengwan was standing at the entrance, staring at him.

Yan Wangchuan suddenly jumped away.

Qiao Aiyun body does not rely on, the body falls on the sofa, suddenly wake up.

“…” she opened her eyes in bewilderment, “late, you wake up? Out? “

“It’s snowing outside. I want to see it.” Song Feng coughed twice in the evening.

“I went to sleep.” Qiao Aiyun got up and said, “are you hungry or not? I’ll heat the rice for you and make a soup for you.”

Without waiting for her to speak, Qiao Aiyun has turned into the kitchen.

Song Fengwan took off his clothes and put them on the sofa, colliding with Yan Wangchuan’s vision.

His eyes were as cold as usual, and his expression was dim. He could not see any expression, but his ears were slightly red and he could not hide his shame.

“Elder martial brother, have some. You haven’t eaten in a day.” Qiao Aiyun said hello.

“Well.” Yan Wangchuan shouts, his palms are sweating, and he stares at Song Fengwan.

Song Fengwan bit her lip. It seems that she just came back at a wrong time. She is also very embarrassed.

But a kiss?

Uncle Yan looks serious. He’s a very decent man. How can he do such a thing? How can he still be such a counsellor?