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

In the painting room, Song Fengwan rolled up her sleeves halfway, her long hair was loose, and she was painting against a plaster cast not far away.

"Who do you want to draw for the homework assigned by the teacher?" the boy hesitated.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Song Fengwan kept moving.

"Let's paint familiar people. I want to paint my dad, but he probably doesn't want to be a model for me..."

Song Fengwan paused with her fingers, pursed her lips and nodded and did not speak again.

Seeing her unwilling to speak, the boy was a little anxious. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a group of people standing at the back door, all in black robes and cold faces, his heart skipping a beat.

"Sir, who are you looking for?" Because of his nervousness, the boy's voice was a little hoarse.

Song Fengwan turned back and saw Fu Chen a little surprised.

"Why are you here?"

"I'll take you home." Fu Chen completely ignored the boy, "Is it over?"

"I'm going to wash my hands, you wait." How dare Song Fengwan ask Fu Chen to wait for her, pack up and go to the bathroom.

Fu Chen walked out of the classroom and stood outside waiting. The boy also packed up his things. Seeing that he and Song Fengwan had a good relationship, he wanted to get close, but before he got to his side, Fu Chen raised his eyes slightly.

Four eyes facing each other.

The boy's body jolted, "That... hello, are you Song Fengwan's brother?"

Fu Chen fiddled with the Buddha beads with his fingers and looked at him.

"I'm her classmate." The boy was about to cry when he saw it.

Fu Chen grew up with the old man of the Fu family. He has not learned anything since he was a child, and his aura has always been stable.

"Like her?" Fu Chen thought about whether Song Fengwan should wash his hands quickly, or he had to make a quick decision.

The boy didn't expect Fu Chen to be so direct, and his face blushed.

"I'm not, I..." He subconsciously had to defend himself. What students fear most are their parents and teachers, and puppy love is even more taboo.

"No?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

"We are just classmates."

"It's not the best. She has to concentrate on her studies now. I don't want anyone to disturb her. If someone harass her, I won't be polite."

The tone was lukewarm, but full of aura, obviously warning him.

The boy's face changed suddenly, and it was even paler than the color of the wall, "That brother Song, I'll go first."

"My surname is not Song, and I'm not her brother." Fu Chen said coldly, and added, "It's not her uncle."

The boy left with a blank face, thinking along the way, not my brother, not my uncle? How do they live together?

The person beside Fu Chen held back his laughter. If this was seen by the third master's friends, he would be mad with laughter.

Intimidating children?

In Fu Chen's eyes, there are only rivals in love, and there is no age difference.

**

When Song Feng came out late, except for the teacher on duty who was in charge of locking the door, there were only a few Fu Shen in the whole studio.

"Third Master, why are you here today?"

"I came back from the old house and passed by." Fu Chen was in a good mood when he sent away his rival.

The group of people behind them were completely speechless.

Is there any truth in your mouth? Obviously it's here to pick up people.

After the two got into the car, Song Fengwan saw Fu Xinhan squatting in the car.

Wearing a muzzle, with a look of resentment, drooping eyelids, there seems to be water in his eyes, pitiful to death.

"What are you wearing it for?" Song Fengwan reached out and stroked its head. Fu Xinhan didn't bite, so he didn't need to go out.

"That's how it should be done wrong."

"Then can I untie it now?"

Fu Chen nodded.

Song Fengwan hurriedly helped it unbutton the back of the muzzle, and Fu Xinhan hurriedly arched over her, very intimate.

It can now figure out who is the real mother, but it turned out to be holding the wrong thigh before.

Lai was by her side and refused to leave.

Fu Chen Qingqun: It's a little thing, but it's quite good to see the wind.

**

After driving home for three or four minutes, Fu Xinhan stayed by Song Fengwan's side and never left.

"I got chicken soup from the old house, drink it before going to sleep." Fu Chen looked at Song Fengwan.

"Well." As soon as she changed her shoes, Fu Xinhan rubbed against her feet and kept licking her feet to show closeness.

"Come here." Fu Chen lowered his eyes.

Fu Xinhan lifted his feet and pulled Song Fengwan's clothes, obviously calling for help.

"It's okay, it's so good." Since Fu Xinhan scared Cheng Tianyi away, her affection for it has skyrocketed.

Fu Chen stopped talking, Fu Xinhan wagged his tail and followed Song Fengwan into the living room. When passing by Fu Chen, he glanced at him arrogantly.

To put a muzzle on him, hmph—

The dog is now being guarded and is not afraid of you anymore.

The people around were holding back their laughter and being arrogant. This dog is going to heaven, how dare he slap the face of the third master? Afraid not to die?

Fu Chen chuckled lightly, and sure enough, whoever sends something is not enough.

At this moment, a man who was climbing the snow-capped mountains in the west suddenly sneezed, "Damn, the altitude is too high, it's so cold, I'm going to freeze to death."

**

Uncle Nian helped to put the chicken soup brought back by Fu Chen into a bowl, which was steaming and fragrant.

"You stay in the studio by yourself for so long every day? Is it not safe?" Fu Chenzhuang said unintentionally.

"I want to spend more time painting." Song Fengwan was smiling and bending over to give Fu Xinhan a haircut. She needed space for painting, and she was already very disturbed when she lived here. How could she have the nerve to ask Fu Chen to vacate the room for her.

Fu Chen was too fine, and immediately understood what she wanted?

"I'll have someone clean up the rightmost room on the second floor, where you can draw."

"that……"

"The storage room is always empty."

"I'll trouble you then." Song Fengwan turned her head and smiled at him.

The beauty smiled, charming and alluring.

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes, his throat tightened a little, and he averted his eyes lightly.

"I just heard you chatting with that boy, do you need a model?"

The people around are stunned. Is the third master planning to recommend himself?

I'm afraid a certain dog is really floating...haha

Fu Xinhan: Hold your thighs tightly and have meat to eat.

Third Master, you want to be a model, is it really good to be so proactive?

[Actually, my dog ​​kept glaring at me with a muzzle on. It was really glaring. I felt that it hated me at that time, and even slapped me, I... ]