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

Chuanbeijia

Jing Hanchuan finally watched a classic horror movie and saw some bloody scenes, which made him feel better in his heart, and he dreamed like a dream until dawn.

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next day

When Song Feng woke up late, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning. She was woken up by the sound of closing the window. She opened her eyes suddenly, and saw a woman in her forties, wearing cleaning clothes, helping her window.

The sound of fine raindrops falling on the window, accompanied by a gust of cool wind, woke her up.

"Miss Song, you're awake." The man smiled.

"This is..." Song Fengwan looked at the room, the decoration was antique and luxurious, it was not a hotel at all.

"The Jing family, the third master came here with you yesterday, and he and the sixth master are downstairs." The maid picked up her changed clothes and washed them before leaving the room.

Song Fengwan did remember that Fu Chen came to pick him up yesterday, but he couldn't remember many things after that, the spirit was too far behind.

Fu Chen heard that Song Fengwan had woken up late, and when he opened the door and came in, he saw her standing by the window in a daze, and he didn't even notice him coming in.

When Fu Chen walked in, she was startled, and before she could turn around, someone was already approaching.

"Why are you in a daze?" Fu Chen kissed her side face.

"It's nothing." Song Fengwan couldn't remember what happened last night, and his whole head was dizzy.

"here it is……"

"It belongs to the Jing family."

Song Fengwan is one head and two older. She doesn't know Jing Hanchuan well. She went to other people's house drunk, and probably made a lot of jokes yesterday. Thinking of this, she is still ashamed.

"How did you bring me here?"

"This is the safest place." Fu Chen said confidently, "Have you cleaned up?"

"Um."

"Go down."

Fu Chen took her hand and walked downstairs.

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At this time, Jing Hanchuan was holding a cat teasing stick, teasing the kitten.

The kitten kept flapping its paws, trying to grab the cat-teasing stick, and it was always in vain, and it was never tired of it. The corner of Jing Hanchuan's mouth curled up into a smile, and it was only when he saw two people that the smile gradually disappeared.

Looking at the two people coming down from the corner of the eye, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Finally know to go downstairs?

They said they went upstairs to ask her to come down for dinner, and they went up for more than an hour. I really don't understand what the two of them were doing up there. Do you need to be so tired of falling in love?

But the reason, we still have to wait for Jing Hanchuan to find out after he falls in love.

"Meow——" the kitten knew Song Fengwan, called out to her, and continued to dance and catch the cat stick.

Song Fengwan felt a little embarrassed. He was in someone else's house and slept so late.

"I'm going to prepare it, and I can eat right away."

"I'll help you." Song Fengwan just suggested, Jing Hanchuan snapped his fingers, the cat bit the cat teaser and snatched it away.

"You are a guest, you should sit down."

Jing Hanchuan had seen Fu Chen's buddhist bead a long time ago, how ugly the zipper was, and that ripped scarf. He thought that Song Fengwan might want to blow up his kitchen.

"I can help you." Song Fengwan said very seriously.

"No need." Jing Hanchuan went straight into the kitchen.

"Let's go, let's watch some TV." Fu Chen knew what Jing Hanchuan was afraid of, and pulled Song Fengwan to sit down.

"Not so good..." Song Fengwan was still thinking about helping.

...

Song Fengwan had never been to Jing's house before, and this was the first time. It was completely different from what he expected. It was retro and luxurious, and it still had the style of the Republic of China. On the wall not far away, there were old photos from the old days. There was a beautiful woman on it. , with a long braid of double ponytails, and later cut a head of ear-length short hair, mostly in costumes.

Wearing water sleeves and playing Huadan, she is pretty and lively.

"This is Han Chuan's mother, she used to be a famous actor in the capital, the most famous Hua Dan."

There is a photo of a woman holding a child. This is already a color photo. The woman has long curly hair. At that time, the photo resolution was not high, and it was still too beautiful.

People who sing opera have well-trained eyes, which are extremely vivid. Jing Hanchuan's eyebrows and eyes are like his mother's, very beautiful.

"Why isn't there a photo of his father?" There are only her mother's on the wall in the living room, occasionally a few photos of Jing Hanchuan when he was young.

"His father's face is too fierce to be photogenic. It is said that the photos he took are said to be used to drive out ghosts in the town house. It is too scary to put them in the living room."

Song Fengwan laughed out loud, how could it be so exaggerated, "Looking at Liu Ye in Beijing is not bad."

"His father is really powerful. Why do you think the Jing family's notoriety continues to this day? He is the treasure of the Jing family's town house."

Song Fengwan felt cold, "What about them? Are they not at home?"

"When I go abroad to visit relatives, I guess I have to travel, and I won't return home in a month or two."

"Just throw him away like this?" Song Fengwan pointed at the busy figure in the kitchen.

"His father said that he is an adult, and he doesn't need his parents' baby at any time. He wanted him to go out and start his own family when he was 18. His mother stopped him, otherwise he would have been kicked out."

It is said that children from poor families are in charge of the family early, and the same is true for children who are not cared for.

"It's time to eat." Jing Hanchuan greeted the two of them to take their seats.

He cooked a Western-style meal today, and even the plates were specially made. The ivory white porcelain plates were outlined with delicate and complicated gold edges. There were silver candlesticks on the table, and vine totems carved on the silver knife and fork handles, which were exquisite and elegant.

Not to mention the dishes.

Only then did Song Fengwan feel that life is what people live.

But when he thought about Fu Chen's description of how fierce his father was and how he didn't care about him, he suddenly felt that maybe he was forced to become like this. After all, his parents didn't care, so he had to take care of himself.

Suddenly, I felt a little sympathy for him.

Jing Hanchuan squinted her eyes. Why did she look at herself like this when she was eating at the table?

Caring and kind.

What's with the old mother's eyes? .

"I made something casually, and if it doesn't suit my appetite, I'll prepare something else." Jing Hanchuan tried his best to ignore Song Fengwan's gaze.

"Yeah." Song Fengwan nodded, and tasted a piece of clam meat wrapped in butter, "It's delicious."

"Eat more." Jing Hanchuan was always more than polite to her.

Glancing at Fu Chen from the corner of the eye, "You can do whatever you want, anyway, you have already treated our house as a hotel."

"Hotel?" Song Fengwan lowered his head and ate. These dishes are both delicious in taste and presentation, "Third Brother used to live here often?"

"Occasionally." Jing Hanchuan looked calm, holding a knife and fork, elegantly cutting the lamb chops on the plate, "I just didn't expect him to bring you, maybe our house is more hidden than the hotel, and we don't charge money."

Song Fengwan's face turned red instantly.

"Get in touch with us more, maybe you want to fall in love. Your family has only five generations, and if you can't reach your generation, the incense will be cut off." Fu Chen said it as a matter of course.

"Should I still thank you?"

"We are friends, why be so polite." Fu Chen replied...

Jing Hanchuan gritted his teeth: Shameless.

Hehe, the Nth round of confrontation between the third master and the sixth master ended in the failure of the sixth master, haha

Wanwan's loving old mother's eyes, haha, Liu Ye really doesn't need your sympathy, really doesn't need [cover face]

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