Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master’s Wife-Chasing Strategy

movie theater

The screen switched, and Song Fengwan's small face was colorfully set off. She clasped her fingers tightly, and her palms were dripping with cold sweat.

If she knew that the Furong Stone had such a meaning, she wouldn't be able to give it to Fu Chen even if she was killed, causing him to misunderstand like this.

"Third Master, I really didn't intend to imply anything?" Her heart was beating wildly, and she didn't dare to look him in the eyes.

She was stunned by Fu Chen's words, her face panicked, and at this moment in the darkness, her right hand was suddenly grabbed by someone, she shrank and wanted to withdraw, but he held her tightly...

"The wound hasn't healed yet, what are you doing with your hands?" Fu Chen opened her tightly clenched fingers. His hands were so big that they could almost wrap her. They were warm and slightly damp.

"Third Master..." His palms were as sweaty as his own.

"What's wrong?" The sound of the movie was too loud, and the two of them had to get closer to each other.

If there seems to be no rubbing between the foreheads, against...

It's like it's on fire.

The dim environment, narrowed vision, and infinitely magnified other embarrassments, this kind of lingering love makes people scream and tremble all over their bodies.

Heart palpitations.

"I'm also a normal person." Fu Chen spoke close to her, his voice was low and hoarse, "I thought you were going to hint something to me, and I would sweat nervously."

Song Fengwan thought of Duan Linbai's evaluation of the barbecue before.

From the very beginning, she placed Fu Chen's position too high. She even felt that such a character should be calm and calm at all times.

"The last time you had an accident, I was terrified. People have emotions and desires. After getting along for a long time, I..."

Fu Chen held her hand, shook his head, and looked at each other, his eyes were scorching and menacingly illuminated by the light from the screen.

Thin breathing, soft and hot, with inherent sandalwood fragrance, negative, indulging.

Reassuring.

Song Fengwan held his breath, as if once entangled with his breath...

We will be inseparable for the rest of our lives.

He caressed her palm carefully, it was so numb to death.

"I love you..." He smiled in a trance, "I always care about liking."

Like a thunderbolt exploding, something strangled her throat inch by inch, throbbing like suffocation.

The corner of Fu Chen's mouth twitched, "What? After taking care of you for so long, you don't have any affection for me?"

Song Fengwan came back to his senses, he was talking about the feelings between relatives, there is always that, she nodded, "There are feelings."

"Last time I asked you, you said you didn't hate me, so you can be regarded as liking me a little bit." Fu Chen really thought about directly piercing this layer of paper.

It's just that she has been stimulated too much recently, and she is going back to Yuncheng soon. He is afraid that she doesn't have that deep feeling for him...

She is afraid that she will hide from herself if she scares the snake like this.

Just now she looked disturbed and frightened, it was really pitiful, after all, Fu Chen was...

I can't bear to force her.

We can only test it step by step and figure it out slowly.

Song Fengwan thought for a moment, then nodded seriously.

"You don't have to always think how scary I am..." Fu Chen took her hand, and suddenly placed it on his chest.

He is wearing a sweater vest, the texture is soft, and his palm is pasted...

His heartbeat was transmitted through the palm of his hand, vigorous and powerful, even faster, making her breathing and heartbeat speed up involuntarily, and synchronized with it.

"felt it?"

"Hmm..." Song Fengwan's palms were burning hot.

"I'm just an ordinary person. When someone touches me, my heart beats faster. I also like or even fall in love with someone."

Song Fengwan nodded seriously, raised his shoulders embarrassingly, and broke his fingers away from his palm.

In fact, he said so much, just to express that he is just an ordinary person.

Just say it, and you still have to demonstrate it, Song Fengwan rubbed his palms.

The heat is hard to get rid of.

**

It was only after three o'clock in the afternoon when the two walked out of the cinema.

The flow of people in the shopping mall is slowly surging, and everyone is wearing more clothes. When walking, it is inevitable to be crowded and touched.

Fu Chen originally raised his hand to protect her shoulders, his movements were very restrained and polite.

When he got to the crowded elevator, he lowered his fingers and held her wrist, "Don't get lost."

Song Fengwan never took the initiative to hold hands with the opposite sex like this, and he always felt that there was something strange in his heart, but seeing his serious appearance, he always felt a little embarrassed that his thoughts were so dirty.

After the two of them got into the car, Fu Chen glanced at his phone. Almost all text messages were birthday greetings. He didn't mind if others only sent him the four words [Happy Birthday], but he just couldn't stand it. Duan Lin Bai didn't know where to send them He made up a long set of phrases, obviously he didn't have the slightest intention.

"Where are you going now?" Song Fengwan took it easy today anyway.

"Accompany me to the temple. At this time, you can come back for dinner."

"sure."

Fu Chen glanced at his phone, and on the push notification sent by a weather system app, it read:

[Two hours later, there will be rain and snow in the capital, please be careful when going out. 】

He swiped his finger to delete the message directly.

Song Fengwan's mobile phone was newly replaced. She set up the system, looked at Fu Chen with her head tilted, "Master, can I rub your hotspot for a while?"

"Hot spots?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

Song Fengwan thought that he used to use elderly phones, and probably didn't even know what a hotspot was, so he sighed, "Give me your phone."

Fu Chen handed her the phone, and she still remembered the password, so when she unlocked it, she set up a hotspot and connected it.

"Actually, it's just to rub your traffic."

"You can do whatever you want." Fu Chen had already driven slowly out of the basement of the shopping mall.

Song Fengwan was still gleefully downloading software from his traffic, not knowing at all...

A few hours later, the wind and snow carried the journey.

She has boarded the thief ship and walked on a road of no return.

**

Brocade Capital

It is a tradition to eat noodles on birthdays. Even though Fu Chen did not go to the old house, Uncle Nian still went for a trip and brought back a copy of the noodles made by the old lady. When Fu Chen comes home later, if he wants to eat, he just cooks it. .

He went out on foot, and liked to take the bus, carrying noodles, humming and walking back. When he arrived at the door of his house, he saw a woman wandering not far away.

His eyes glanced at the door from time to time, but he hesitated to enter.

"Girl, are you looking for someone?" Uncle Nian looked at her with a strange face, which he had never seen before.

"I..." She coughed twice, "You live here?"

She pointed to the mansion.

"Yes." Uncle Nian nodded.

"Song Feng lives here late?" She spoke cautiously, for fear of saying the wrong thing.

"Yes, you are looking for Wanwan?" Uncle Nian was surprised. Song Fengwan has lived here for so long, almost no one has come to look for her, but she is twenty-four or five years old, and she does not look like a student of the same age.

"Oh, I'm the teacher in charge of her tutoring class, and my name is Gao Xue."

Gao Xue found it according to Song Fengwan's registered address when he came to school. There is only one house in this area, but just looking at the area and exterior design, it feels arrogant.

Obviously a private residence of exclusive design.

"It's the teacher, please come inside." Uncle Nian didn't understand what happened in the remedial class at all. When he saw that it was the teacher, he immediately respected her and led her inside.

Gao Xue followed him into the door, and couldn't help but look around, even the shrubs and plants at the door were trimmed properly, not to mention the furnishings inside.

She knew that Song Fengwan's family was good, but she didn't know how superior it was.

"You're looking for Wanwan, right? She's gone out, and she'll probably come back for dinner, why don't I call her?" As soon as she sat down, someone came over with hot tea.

"Thank you." Gao Xue took the tea cautiously, "No, it's past four o'clock, she should be back soon, I'll wait for her."

"Are you here for a home visit?" It was the first time that Uncle Nian encountered a teacher who came to the door on his own initiative.

He watched Fu Chen grow up since he was a child, and no teacher dared to visit Fu's house. At that time, the old man hadn't retired and was usually busy, so his sister attended the parent meeting instead.

Later, it is said that once, a student called her Mama Fu and praised her for being young and beautiful.

After he came back, he was very angry and threatened that he would never go to the parent-teacher meeting again. Since then, Fu Chen's parent-teacher meeting has become a lottery at home, going in turn.

"A home visit...about the same." Gao Xue lowered her head, feeling a little guilty.

Ever since Song Fengwan left that day, the teachers in the entire remedial class were in panic, and the boss even called her over to reprimand her, saying that she had a problem with things, and asked her to solve it properly.

She also hesitated for a long time before deciding to come to the door.

The management of the remedial class is not as strict as that of the school. When people come to find students, they basically just see them when they want to see them. How did she know that such disasters would happen.

**

Song Fengwan is already on his way into the mountain at this moment. The temple is in the middle of the mountain. It will take more than half of the winding road and walk for more than 20 minutes.

On the way, I heard Fu Chen say that the New Year's incense is the most prosperous here, but it's the middle of winter and there are few people going into the mountain.

There are more than a thousand green bricks, climbing up the steps, along the road with pines and cypresses and high branches, the higher you go, the colder it is.

The eaves of Tongling, the red silk wishing card, all the way up, glowing with a stunning red light.

The temple is not big, and there are few people, only a few monks walked back and forth in coarse gray cloth, and greeted Fu Chen with a smile when they saw him.

"The third master hasn't come for a while."

"En." Fu Chen nodded.

"Or burn incense and pray for the old lady?"

"No, give it to me this time..." Fu Chen tilted his head to look at Song Fengwan, "And her."

Under the leadership of a young monk, Fu Chen went directly to a large hall to worship.

Incense was burning in the hall, and the thick aloe fragrance made people feel extremely at ease.

Gods and Buddhas have always been believed to exist, and not believed to exist, mostly for peace of mind. Song Fengwan thought about his recent troubles, so he also knelt by Fu Chen's side, ready to seek auspiciousness.

She closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and acted devoutly and intently.

In a few days, I will pass the art entrance examination and get good grades. I hope that I will have better luck recently. Don’t encounter those strange things all the time. My mother, uncle and cousin are in good health.

Fu Chen had already finished his obeisance, turned his head to see her serious appearance, and smiled inexplicably.

I don't know what to ask for.

Anyway, he came to ask for marriage.

he just wanted to...

with her.

After the worship, Fu Chen went to the master to tell his fortune.

She thought fortune-telling was something that only the elderly were interested in, but she didn't expect Mr. Fu to be so fond of it.

Fortune-telling has always been a bit evil, and she doesn't know what Fu Chen calculates. It may be luck, whether he will make money next year, or family matters. There is always some privacy. She just looks around outside. , did not wait in the house.

**

The temple is not big, and in just over ten minutes, she walked around and met a few five or six-year-old monks, who were very cute.

After she looked at the time and was about to go back, she found that there were snowflakes rustling in the sky. There was no wind in the mountains today, and the sky was full of fine snow. Taking advantage of the bricks and tiles of the temple, there was a different kind of beauty.

The temperature in the mountains was low, and Zaomei wanted to let go of the branches. Song Fengwan took two pictures with his mobile phone, and then rubbed his fingers to look for Fu Chen.

Fu Chen was waiting for her in the original yard. He didn't wear much, and he looked thinner and thinner because of the swaying white snow.

"Third Master, it's snowing." Song Fengwan's hair was covered with a little snow, and his face was ruddy, piled in a turtleneck sweater, looking very cute and well-behaved.

"En." Fu Chen looked up at the sky, the snow was getting heavier...

When he was in school, the weather forecast was not accurate, and he would always go home in the rain. Now the weather forecast is still very accurate. He looked at the sky full of snow, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, very satisfied.

"It's very difficult to snow in Yuncheng, and it can't stay when it does. The ground is full of water and dirty." Song Fengwan couldn't help being overjoyed to see snow rarely.

"Wanwan..." Fu Chen turned his head to look at her.

"Huh?" Song Fengwan was still immersed in the excitement of snow falling.

"We may not be able to go back at night."

Song Fengwan had a smile on his face just now, but when he heard that he couldn't go back at night, his smile froze...

Can't go back?

What does this mean?

Could it be that the two of them are going to spend the night here tonight?

Haha, we are going to live together...

The longest road Wanwan walked was the routine of the third master.

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Has anyone been fooled by the title? Think the third master confessed? Ha ha……