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

On December 31, after many days of hazy fog, Yuncheng was rarely sunny.

Qiao Aiyun stood at the door, watched Fu Chenche leave, and was reluctant to turn around and prepare to enter the house. Winter's eyes fell on her body, and she didn't feel warm. The cold wind blew and made her shiver. She was about to enter the house, so she was called...

"Ai Yun." Yan Wangchuan stood three steps away from her, with a cold face, wondering what to do?

Qiao Wangbei consciously entered the room.

"What's wrong?" Tomorrow is the New Year's Day holiday, and today is the last working day. She asked Song Jingren to deliver the property.

There are still a few houses to be transferred, and it is estimated that it will be a busy day.

Yan Wangchuan hesitated for a moment, walked to his car, opened the passenger door, and took out a bouquet of roses from inside.

Qiao Aiyun's face burst into embarrassment and panic.

She is not a little girl anymore, she has been divorced again, and she is no longer young. At this age, she is suddenly pursued by someone, and she feels a little strange in her heart.

Standing by the window, Qiao Wangbei saw Yan Wangchuan holding out a bouquet of roses and fiddled with the carving knife with his head down, he was enlightened.

If he sends any other weird things, he really wants to shoot at them with a throwing knife.

Kill him.

Deserves to be alone forever.

In fact, Yan Wangchuan looked down on Fu Chen, thinking that he was thoughtful and cunning, but that day he gave a bouquet of white tea, Qiao Aiyun kept holding it, and he obviously liked it.

He walked up to her with the rose in his arms, handed it to her, "For you."

Qiao Aiyun stood there, a little embarrassed.

The person in front of her had a serious face. If she hadn't held flowers in her arms, she would have thought he was here to collect debts.

"Thank you." After a few seconds, Qiao Aiyun reached out and took the flowers.

"This." Yan Wangchuan took out another velvet box from his pocket, with the words Yan's Jewelry printed on it.

"I really can't accept this." Yan Ji jewelry only does high-end customization, and the cheapest things in his house are tens of thousands.

"do not like?"

Yan Wangchuan frowned.

Fu Chen really couldn't believe what he said.

After thinking about it for a long time, he called Fu Chen and asked how he could make her happy. After all, the day Fu Chen ate hot pot really made her happy.

Fu Chen said that there is no woman who does not like flowers and jewelry.

Is this kid really cheating himself?

The first time Yan Wangchuan gave a gift, he was rejected. At this moment, he was in a complicated state of mind, and when it appeared on his face, it was even more chilling.

He stood there, clutching the box, feeling cool all over his body.

"It's not that I don't like it, it's too expensive, I'll accept the flower."

"Not expensive." Yan Wangchuan corrected.

"I really can't take this." Qiao Aiyun has the nerve to take his things because she has been bothering him these days.

"I designed it myself. It was meant to be a gift for you. It costs more than 2,000 yuan."

He is very stubborn and has a stubborn temper. If something is taken out, he will never take it back.

The two stalemate at the door for more than two minutes. Qiao Aiyun had no choice but to reach out to take it, "Thank you, I will treat you to dinner another day."

"I'm free today." Yan Wangchuan said seriously and seriously.

Qiao Aiyun was taken aback, "Then have dinner together today?"

"it is good."

Yan Wangchuan suddenly felt that his life was complete.

Qiao Aiyun took a deep breath, and walked into the house with the flowers in her arms.

She will go out later, put the roses in the living room, take the jewelry upstairs, and change her clothes by the way.

Qiao Wangbei saw that Yan Wangchuan picked up the roses with his big hands, lifted and threw away the white camellias that had been placed on the coffee table in the living room, and inserted his own roses into the vase.

He raised his eyebrows.

It's really boring and awkward.

After Qiao Aiyun went upstairs, she opened the jewelry box and found a bracelet inlaid with precious stones. It can't be bought for two or three thousand yuan, two thousand yuan? He was teasing her?

She took some documents and was about to go out to do errands. Qiao Wangbei hurriedly said, "Brother, Ai Yun has to go out to do errands, and she has to meet that Song Jingren. Aren't you okay today? Go with her, maybe Very busy."

Just as Qiao Aiyun was about to refuse, Yan Wangchuan had already taken the car keys, "Let's go."

...

after getting on the bus

Only then did Qiao Aiyun ask about the price of the bracelet, "...Brother, that bracelet is really too expensive, and it's not worth two thousand yuan at all."

"Twenty-two years ago, it was this price."

Qiao Aiyun was taken aback.

This is the gift he wanted to give himself more than 20 years ago?

He said just now that he designed it himself. Her bracelet has complicated styles, and the design is extremely festive and pleasing. He is afraid that he was going to give it to him when the two had an engagement back then.

She felt a little sour in her heart, but also warm.

It's good to have someone miss you all the time.

She tilted her head and looked out the window, "I really didn't expect you to give me these..."

Today's gift-giving style is not his style at all.

"do not like?"

"No, it just doesn't feel like your style."

"I want to make you happy, my style can change."

Qiao Aiyun's eyes became hot, and she almost shed tears.

Treating her like this, does she really deserve to have such a man?

Yan Wangchuan glanced at her from the corner of his eye, seeing that she had been looking out the window, seemed unwilling to talk to him, frowned slightly, what did he say wrong?

...

Qiao Aiyun and Song Jingren met in front of the Yuncheng administrative building. This is a comprehensive office area. Various government departments have set up offices here, which is very convenient for the people.

Song Jingren bought a BMW temporarily, because he wanted to meet Qiao Aiyun, so he packed it up specially.

These days, he has been so overwhelmed by the company's affairs that he can't eat and asks for help everywhere. In the past, those small businesses that he despised were closed behind closed doors. Recently, the bank has frequently come to collect debts. If the repayment is overdue, the company may have to be liquidated and go bankrupt. ...

He has seen the connections of the Qiao family these days, and he was moved to ask Qiao Aiyun.

He tidied it up on purpose. Even though he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, he still lived up to his old style. The despondency exuded from his bones made him feel depressed.

After Qiao Aiyun got off the car, Yan Wangchuan insisted on accompanying her, but she had no choice but to let him follow.

Song Jingren originally saw Qiao Aiyun approaching and couldn't help but he just caught a glimpse of the person behind her and his face immediately collapsed.

It pales in comparison.

It's just that she and Qiao Aiyun have already divorced at this time, even if he feels uncomfortable, he can't say it out loud, and he trembles with anger.

Yan Wangchuan glanced at him.

A suit, a BMW, and a million-dollar watch?

Is the attack not strong enough? It seems that we have to work harder.

The ghost knows that Song Jingren is just making some things for appearance.

With Yan Wangchuan following, Song Jingren just wanted to have a few more words with Qiao Aiyun, but he couldn't do it. He endured it for a long time, and opened his mouth, "Well...how is Wanwan?"

Qiao Aiyun glanced at Song Jingren, looking like he was insane.

How about my daughter, what does it matter to you?

She ignored him at all, took the number plate, and lined up to get down to business.

Yan Wangchuan was happy seeing him deflated, but his face was solemn.

**

Song Feng arrived at the airport late and called Qiao Aiyun before boarding the plane. After getting on the plane, he asked the stewardess for a blanket, put on an eye mask, and was about to go to sleep.

The last time she went abroad was when she was ten years old. She said she was going out to play, and she was on a business trip with Song Jingren. She had been in the hotel. She was naturally excited to be able to go out this time. She went to bed late last night, and felt drowsy when she got on the plane.

Fu Chen tilted his head to look at her, and fell asleep like this?

Soon he heard the sound of even breathing coming from his side, and he was still holding a copy of the "Pure Heart Mantra" in his hand, but his heart could not always be calm.

He rubbed his fingers lightly on the title page of the Buddhist scriptures, moved half an inch towards Song Fengwan, and rubbed his fingers gently against her...

She seemed to be ignorant, Fu Chen hooked her little finger and held her whole hand in his hand, it was warm and soft, and it felt very good.

They didn't sit in first class, they and Shifang were sitting exactly in the same row, Shifang was wearing earphones, and from the corner of his eye he caught sight of Fu Chen sneaking up on someone's little hand, and couldn't help but be speechless.

How long has it been since you've been out, and you can't help but start to move your hands?

"Hmm—" Xu Shi felt a little uncomfortable when his hands were clenched, Song Fengwan groaned softly, adjusted his posture, and turned his head, which was leaning against the window, to Fu Chen.

Fu Chen stretched out his hand, passed her long arm through her neck, and pushed her to his shoulder...

Song Fengwan rested his head on his shoulder, moved a little, moved his arm, and laid it across Fu Chen's chest.

He froze, then pursed his lips and smiled.

Fu Chen could clearly see her soft and light pink lips with a seductive luster when he lowered his eyes.

His throat rolled.

Lowering his eyes, he pecked her lips.

Sitting up straight, he saw Shi Fang staring at him.

With a cold shot, Shi Fang sat down resentfully.

Damn, is that look trying to kill someone?

**

When the plane arrives at the airport, it takes a car to reach the town where the ski resort is located.

The ski resort is located at an altitude of more than 2,000 meters and needs to be accessed by mountain cable cars or hiking trails.

A ski resort, yet empty and secluded.

Song Fengwan was lying on the cable car, looking down at the snow-capped mountains and pines, and the blue sky was as blue as washing, which made people feel open and comfortable physically and mentally.

"Lin Bai and Huai Sheng have already stayed at the hotel. They are in the restaurant. They will have dinner later, and then you can rest. There is also a hot spring here. If you like, you can go soaking in the evening."

Fu Chen lowered his head to check Duan Linbai's information.

His wechat, Fu Chen, was blocked. When he opened his wechat, he discovered that he had actually sent himself a 99+ message.

Excluding the emoticons, the rest of the words are almost scolding him.

[Fu San, you are such a bastard, where did you get the little monk, I'm about to be killed by him. 】

【I really know how to kill people. I don’t know if this little monk’s meat is delicious or not? 】

...

[Don't pretend to be dead, come out for me, come out for me! 】

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows, scolded himself 17 times, and then sent more than a hundred emoticons to refresh the screen. Did he think he didn't look at his phone at all?

**

Fu Chen and his party got off the cable car, walked 100 meters, and arrived at the hotel. The hotel has two floors. It doesn't look big, it feels a bit famous, with a light luxury style, low-key and elegant.

Song Fengwan huddled in his scarf, and the cold wind blew violently, making him shiver.

After the three of them arrived at the hotel, as soon as they opened the door, Song Fengwan saw a bright little brain.

"Sister——" Huaisheng was drinking milk tea, when he saw Song Fengwan, he jumped off and rushed over to hug her leg.

"When did you arrive?"

"That uncle brought me here last night." He pointed to Duan Linbai who was leaning against the stove to keep warm.

He was wrapped in a blanket, and his eyes were heavily dark circled.

"Brother Duan." Song Fengwan greeted him with a smile, "Did you not sleep well last night?"

Duan Linbai smiled resentfully.

This little monk gets up to chant scriptures at five o'clock, so he can sleep a fart.

"I got up too early today." Duan Lin Bai got up very angry, and he was still in a bad mood at the moment.

Fu Chen walked over and kicked him, what did you say?

Duan Linbai sat up straight immediately, and he couldn't live through this day.

"Actually, after we took a shower, Uncle Duan stayed up all the time, lying on the bed and playing with his mobile phone. He didn't listen to persuasion." Huai Sheng acted as if to teach the child a lesson.

Duan Linbai is a night owl, staying up late is normal.

"He's been watching Miss Sister on his mobile phone, and he's giving people some gifts."

female anchor?

Song Fengwan looked at Duan Linbai with something wrong.

"Little monk, don't talk nonsense, they are all from my company team, I just look at them casually." Duan Linbai also has to work on weekdays, so how can he have time to watch female anchors?

It's just that the company has set up an anchor platform, and he just inspected their work. He also watched a lot of male anchors. Why does this monk only remember those few women.

Now that he has entered the live broadcast room and is a small boss, he has to give a gift to show his intentions.

"Those little sisters have been wanting to kiss him all the time, okay...he's so frivolous..." Huaisheng is a serious villain.

In his heart, Duan Linbai is already a dubious person.

Duan Linbai vomited blood, if anyone gave him a knife, he would kill the monk.

Brother enlightened? It doesn't exist, haha~

The second prodigal son is about to be pissed off to death, ruin his reputation...

**

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