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

In the blink of an eye, the season of warblers flying and grass growing has passed, and the weather has become hot and dry.

Song Fengwan went to take graduation photos with the people in the dormitory a few days ago. The academic gown was brought home the day before and cleaned a little. She walked around the house wearing it and took a lot of selfies.

Fu Chen was sitting on one side, squinting at her, feeling more and more that she was still a little girl at heart.

"What's the date of the graduation ceremony?"

"On the 18th, I will go back to the classroom to get my graduation certificate and degree certificate." This also means that her college career is over.

"You want to go to Yan's after graduation?"

Regarding Song Fengwan's job hunting, Fu Chen has never asked about it. She gave birth to her baby not long ago, and now the baby needs to be accompanied by her parents. She can stay at home for two years. When Fu Baobao is older, she wants to go out and find a job. Not too late.

The matter of going to the Yan family was unintentionally mentioned by him and Yan Wangchuan on the phone a few days ago.

She seems to have expressed related wishes with Yan Wangchuan.

"Well, there is a branch in the capital. Dad said that he plans to establish a design department soon."

This branch was founded by Yan Wangchuan more than a year ago, and there are less than 50 employees in it. They are mainly responsible for external operations. Strictly speaking, it is just a studio.

"Go after graduation?"

"Submission is required, the interview is in October, and there are still a few months to go."

Song Fengwan has no qualifications and ability to control others. He plans to take it step by step. Yan Wangchuan is very supportive of this. Only by starting from the grassroots can he learn more.

"Jiang Duanyan will hold a wedding on the island in August. I have made other plans. After attending the wedding, I will take Qin Yuan out for fun. What do you think?"

"Okay, you arranged, shouldn't it be time to go to the old house to pick up Qin Yuan?" Song Fengwan glanced at his watch.

Fu Baobao was picked up by the old man, and he was booked to take him out for dinner at night.

On the way to the old house, Song Fengwan muttered, "Has it been a long time since I went out to eat with you?"

Fu Chen controlled the steering wheel and squinted his eyes.

You spend your time outside every day, how can you still remember our father and son.

Thinking of this, Fu Chen smiled to himself, why did he look like a resentful woman.

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When the two arrived at the old house, before they got out of the car, they looked at Fu Baobao who was squatting in the old man's flower garden, wearing the old man's straw hat, with his butt pouted, digging things on the ground.

"Is this kid a bit fat?" Fu Chen stopped the car and turned off the engine.

It was evening at this time, and there were a lot of vehicles coming and going. Baobao Fu didn't raise his head when he heard the sound of the car, and continued digging with his head down.

"Where are you fat?" Fu Baobao frowned.

In her eyes, her child is the most beautiful, with a very good figure.

"The ass is a bit big."

"..."

After the two got out of the car, Fu Xinhan yelled and flew over. Fu Baobao looked up, pushed open the fence door and rushed towards Song Fengwan, "Mom—"

The child's collision was not accurate. Song Fengwan was born slender, so if he was prepared, he probably didn't expect him to be so strong, and he staggered back when he was hit, and barely stabilized his body.

At that time, she had an idea in her heart: he was indeed a little fat.

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes, picked up his son from behind, and walked in with him.

"Mother!"

"Since when did you grow up like a little chubby, so heavy, you still bump into her, are you afraid of knocking mom over?"

Fu Baobao didn't hear the second half of the sentence at all, and his mind was full of little chubby.

Whoever sees him, doesn't say that he is good-looking and handsome, how come he is fat here?

Not happy anymore!

Autistic.

Fu Chen wanted to take him out for dinner, accompany him to the bathroom to clean up, talk to him, ignore him, and hum and haw, arrogantly.

Fu Chen lightly sneered, this kid is probably itchy.

When going out to eat, Fu Baobao was also next to his mother, and Fu Chen was holding things for him, but he was also grunting and didn't move at all.

Don't eat the enemy's stuff, it's poisonous!

"Why don't you eat it? Don't you like this? You can't be picky eaters." Fu Baobao doesn't know how to use chopsticks, and often picks up rice with his hands, with a wide range of movements, and directly puts aside what Fu Chen gave him.

"Eat them all!" Song Fengwan frowned, and returned the food to him.

A certain baby was also short-tempered, so he simply stopped eating.

Fu Chen sat on one side, squinting:

I'm afraid this kid is underwhelmed!

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After returning home, Song Fengwan made a video call with his roommate in the bedroom. He took a lot of photos before, and they are picking some for someone to refine.

Fu Chen carried Fu Baobao to the study directly.

Put him on the sofa and sit opposite him.

Fu Baobao was not happy at that time, this picture, this scene is too familiar.

"No!" He pouted his buttocks and was about to get off the sofa, but the sofa was so high that he dared not.

"You sit down for me!" Fu Chen frowned.

"No!"

In the end, Fu Chen had no choice but to directly bring his children's chair and put him on it. Now Bao Bao Fu couldn't escape.

"Do you know what you did wrong today?"

Shi Fang was standing at the door, breathing out of boredom.

Since his third father became an old father, he has been very fond of preaching. Could it be that he has entered menopause early?

Fu Baobao looked at him blankly.

"You've been pestering mom all this time, and you're still bumping into him?"

"Did you deliberately picky eaters and skip meals today? Are you throwing face at me?"

"Fu Qinyuan, where did you learn the bad habits, who taught you, dare to treat your elders like this, besides, I'm still your father."

...

Fu Baobao couldn't express, so he could only hold his mouth and listen to him.

Until Fu Chen said, "Look at your figure, you are really a bit fat. From now on, give me less snacks and less sugar."

When Fu Baobao heard that he would not be given snacks, he burst into tears.

Shi Fang was scrolling through Weibo at the door, when he suddenly heard crying, looked in through the crack of the door, there was no domestic violence, why did he suddenly cry?

Was told to cry?

"It's useless to cry. Don't think I don't know how many things you brought back from Uncle Duan's house recently."

"Wow--"

the devil!

The door of the room was ajar, and finally his crying alarmed Song Fengwan, but more than ten minutes passed. When Song Fengwan arrived, he saw Fu Chen talking to himself, Fu Baobao had already Weeping unconscious.

"Third brother, what are you doing?"

"Educate your son."

The more Fu Baobao thought about it, the more sad he became. At this moment, his thigh came, and he cried even more fiercely. In the end, his voice was too loud. Fu Chen once suspected that this kid would faint from crying.

He has always slept between their husband and wife, and that night...

There is a chubby leg that has been kicking Fu Chen's stomach.

Fu Baobao: Get rid of the devil! You don't touch me.

Fu Chen felt funny and helpless at his childish behavior, grabbed his chubby leg, and slapped him on the buttocks.

"Huh?" Fu Baobao was dumbfounded and was spanked.

But the gnats couldn't shake the big tree, and finally Fu Baobao compromised.

Song Feng slept on one side at night, completely unaware of the undercurrent surging under the quilt.

**

Soon it was the day of Song Fengwan's graduation ceremony, and the day before, Duan Linbai sent an invitation letter for the Duan family's two little babies, Full Moon Wine. This invitation letter was designed by Song Fengwan, exquisite and unique.

"On the day of the full moon wine, you all have to come over."

It was Song Fengwan's first time to see the finished invitation letter. He opened it and looked, "Have you decided on the name? Who took it?"

"Grandpa and grandpa discussed it."

Anyway, he has no status at home, and he can't get involved in such an important matter as choosing a name.

"My brother's name is Duan Yiyan, and my younger sister's name is Duan Yinuo. It's pretty good. A promise is worth a thousand dollars." Song Fengwan smiled.

"The old man said, the name doesn't need to be too complicated, or you will lose at the starting line when you learn to write names in the future." Duan Linbai shrugged. He searched for some rare words and wanted to make them special.

Mr. Duan said directly: "Do you have any grudge against your son or daughter?"

Duan Linbai was stunned.

"There are so many strokes, there are some characters in here, without the comparison, I'm afraid you can't write them yourself. You want to exhaust my two little babies, and in the future exams, writing a name will be slower than others."

Duan Linbai was dumbfounded, and was scolded for no reason.

His dad was by the side, and finally stabbed him silently.

"You are only responsible for giving birth to children, and I can't make decisions about other things, let alone you?"

Duan Linbai is completely autistic, he is a reproductive machine!

However, Xu Jiamu likes these two names very much. They are simple but not vulgar, and they have good meanings, and they are still a pair. You can tell they are brother and sister at a glance.

Since she had no objection, Duan Linbai's struggle was ignored without any splash.

The Duan family's full moon banquet is more grand than any other family. After all, his family has been in business for generations, has a wide network of contacts, and is happy to have twins. Everyone wants to come to enjoy the joy, and the capital is very lively at the moment.

Start updating~

I also think it is better to keep the name simple, simple and not tacky is the best.

This name is also contributed by a little cutie, thank you (*￣3)(ε￣*)

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