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

Fu Chen looked at Huai Sheng, quite helpless, why did he want to let Fu Yu toss, he bent down to pick up the thin blanket on the ground, and was about to cover him, but he had already startled him.

"Third Uncle." His voice was hoarse and dull, obviously he used his voice too much last night.

He kept narrating, and Fu Yu was in charge of recording, so naturally he was more tired.

"You also have to learn to refuse. If you can't hold on, go back and rest." Fu Chen understood Huaisheng, it was okay to meet other people, and when he met their family members, he almost responded to every request.

"I'm fine." Huai Sheng was completely holding on, his head was dizzy at this moment, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained, and his whole body was empty.

"Hurry up and go up to rest." Fu Shen thought about it, and he still had to remind Fu Yu later.

"Then I'll go first."

"Shall I make you something to eat, and go to bed after eating?" Fu Chen really hurt him like his own son.

"No need." Give him a bed at this time, and he can sleep forever.

"Then I won't call you for breakfast. You can go downstairs when you wake up."

"Um."

Seeing his appearance, Fu Chen couldn't help shaking his head, he was really tossed about last night.

Huaisheng walked out of the study room, and when he went upstairs, his eyelids drooped, he couldn't hold on, and almost bumped into someone at the corner, "I'm sorry."

"Are you awake?"

this voice...

Huaisheng raised his eyes, and saw Fu Yu coming down the stairs in sportswear, with his ponytail combed, revealing a white and tender neck, and the tight-fitting sportswear, which outlined long legs and a thin waist, he was raising his hand to adjust the tightness on his wrist. Sports bracelet.

"Do you want to go out to exercise together?"

"No, I still have to do morning classes."

"Morning class?" Fu Yu frowned, vaguely as if someone had complained about him knocking on the wooden fish.

"Alright then, I'll go first."

Fu Yu was so full of energy, Fu Chen listened to the conversation and came out to take a look.

These two stayed up all night together, one had a livid complexion, cloudy eyes, and stilted footsteps, while the other seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and his face was radiant. Isn't this a goblin sucking people's essence, what else could it be?

After Fu Yu greeted Fu Chen, he went out for a morning run, while Huai Sheng dragged his body and took a shower with cold water. He had thought about it, so he managed to finish his morning class with some energy.

For so many years, even if he took the college entrance examination, he never stopped...

I just opened the Buddhist scriptures, my eyelids sank, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

The morning class that persisted for so long was finally broken.

...

When he woke up again, it was already dusk, and even after sleeping for more than ten hours, his body was still exhausted.

Staying up late is the devil.

And Fu Yu here, doing morning exercises, eating breakfast, and writing manuscripts at home, is full of inspiration. A small article just published has more than 100,000 clicks, and one or two thousand rewards.

She also wanted to go to Huaisheng to thank her, but she knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no movement.

Aren't monks very diligent? How can I sleep all day, tsk——

**

the other side

Fu Qinyuan spent a whole day arranging all the upcoming work, except for a few projects that he had to personally follow up, all the others were pushed to Fu Chen...

When Shifang received the notification, he was stunned. He thought he had retired, and somehow began to assign tasks to him.

He even made a special call to ask Fu Chen: "Third Master, what does this mean, Little Third Master? Why did you suddenly..."

"Are you here to question me?"

"No, just..."

Shi Fang wanted to say something again, but the phone was hung up.

Why are you still angry?

After Fu Qinyuan handed over the work, he said that he would take a few days off. Song Fengwan thought it was good, and he should take two days off after work and rest.

Then……

Someone started going to Jing's house for "fishing" for three meals a day.

He is on vacation, so there is nothing wrong with running more at Jing’s house, and his time is basically staggered from Jing Xingyao’s. He may go there for a day, and he will not see him once. From the perspective of outsiders, he is just rushing to Jinghanchuan The fish in those ponds went there.

Fu Chen pondered:

I share the work with him, so that he will finish his MBA and finish his studies, and he will go fishing for me at Jing's house? Is it possible that he is going to return to his old business again, and lost his mind when playing with things?

How could a young man have such an old-fashioned hobby.

Fu Chen and Song Fengwan said a few words, never wanting to be pissed off by her:

"How did Qin Yuan develop this hobby? Wasn't it when he was a child that you often took him to the Jing's house? In my opinion, he is playing with things and losing his mind, and the biggest responsibility lies with you."

At that time, Fu Chen was thinking that there are many people in Beijing, and he likes Fu Qinyuan, so he can help him share the hard work of raising children. How could he think so long-term.

"I think it's good to go fishing. Anyway, I'm at Jing's house, and Liu Ye is watching, so I can't do anything out of the ordinary. It's better than going out to spend time and drink."

Fu Qinyuan didn't concentrate on his studies before, and was once addicted to online games. Song Fengwan was really worried whether he would follow the same path as Jiang Er and become a dude. She was quite satisfied with his current state.

"If that kid wants to do something out of the ordinary, he will only do it secretly, and will not let you see it on the bright side."

"Maybe he's making some crooked ideas secretly by going fishing."

"What kind of worry do you think he is?"

Fu Chen's words were just mentioned casually, and Song Fengwan immediately retorted: "Why do you always think of your son so badly?"

"You are not a good person yourself, and you still call him a joke?"

Fu Chen had a severe headache, that's all, let's not mention this.

It was already night, so he went directly to take a shower, thinking that it was late at night, and he could do something that couples love to do, but when he came out, he saw Song Fengwan sitting on the carpet with design drawings all over the floor, he The corner of the mouth twitched...

Tonight, my little thoughts are in vain.

"It's so late, are you still busy?" Fu Chen wiped his hair with a towel.

"Xiao Chi sent me the drawings a few days ago. I haven't read them. He called me just now and promised to give him an answer in three days. It's been almost a week." Song Fengwan also felt guilty when he talked about this. .

Although she is not in Nanjiang Yan's head office now, she is the head of the Yan's design department, and all design manuscripts need to be checked and reviewed by her, or designed by herself.

Yan Chi has become a professional copywriter!

As long as the deadline is approaching, she wished she could curl up like a tortoise, and once she even shut down the phone on purpose, but a message came out a minute later:

[Dear mobile users, you have already recharged 10,000 yuan in airtime...]

Even recharged her traffic.

Then sent a text message.

[Sister, I know you can see the information, when will the manuscript be delivered? 】

【I have an immature proposal. 】

Song Fengwan frowned: Since you feel immature, don't mention it.

[Do you think this is good? How about I pack my luggage, move to your house, and watch your drawings? 】

She was obviously very cute when she was a child, but when she grows up, she is not good at all.

Song Fengwan mentioned it directly to him: "Xiaochi, I think you have changed, you wouldn't treat your sister like this before."

Yan Chi only replied to her silently: "You have changed too. You used to have deadlines ahead of time, and you are becoming more and more lazy."

"You think it's so easy to draw a design draft, you need inspiration!"

"Are you trying to say that you are exhausted?"

Song Fengwan was choked...

Yan Chi didn't inherit Yan Wangchuan's cold and reticent temperament, but he inherited the ability to poison people with words. Yan Wangchuan used to be that kind, if he didn't speak, he could really choke people to death.

When their company decides the main product of this season, each designer will submit some sketches and design drafts in advance, and the decision of who will be the main designer is all negotiated and decided.

It doesn't mean that Song Fengwan is the head of the design department, so she will definitely use her manuscripts, design sketches and inspiration drawings, which are handed in in advance. If you really have no inspiration, you don't need to submit drawings at all. Song Fengwan belongs to inspiration A lot, but too lazy to get started with that kind of practice.

In Yan Chi's words: "Lazy cancer is terminal, it needs to be cured!"

Fu Chen looked at the design drawings all over the place, feeling a little helpless, "I sent you the files sooner or later, why did you have to wait until now?" I guess I don't need to sleep tonight.

"Sometimes I forget when I get busy." Song Fengwan thought about it, and gave it three days, but he was not in a hurry. He was working on it two days later, and after a delay, he forgot about it.

"Why didn't that kid come here to chase you down?" Fu Chen looked at her with her chin propped up, with a helpless expression, and just smiled dotingly.

Yan Chi really flew over twice overnight because of the reminder...

Song Fengwan was staying up late at the time drawing, and when she received a call, someone told her that he had arrived at the door of the house, which really scared her enough.

It's not that I'm afraid of him, it's just that I have a guilty conscience.

As a result, she stayed up all night, and Mr. Yan slept soundly all night. The next day, he followed Fu Chen out to take a bath and steamed. He drank some wine before coming back.

"I guess if I don't give it to him tomorrow, he will really come over." Song Fengwan picked out the design draft, "This kid is completely different from his father in personality, but when it comes to work, the two are exactly the same! Just as strong."

"After all, they are father and son, and they are inherited."

"So why Qin Yuan has a black belly is also hereditary."

Fu Chen smiled helplessly. When he met her before, she was very respectful to him, and she would always think carefully about what she said. Ever since she got married, she had "shown her true colors", and occasionally had to say something to herself.

What else can I do with my chosen daughter-in-law besides pampering her?

He went to the study room to get two books, went back to the room, flipped through the books silently, and quietly accompanied her until Fu Huanhui left school and went out to pick up his daughter.

After Fu Huan returned home, he went to say hello to Song Fengwan. When he saw the manuscript paper all over the place, he couldn't help complaining:

"Mom, my little uncle issued you another hunting order? You are already your age, so you can't let my little uncle save yourself?"

This girl learned such a poisonous tongue from someone.

"Go to sleep now."

"I still have to do my homework."

Before Fu Huan went back to the house, he took a look at the room Huai Sheng was in. Fu Yu stayed at their house for two days, and he stayed up with him for two nights.

She simply left, but instead of being woken up by the alarm clock every day, she was woken up by the sound of the wooden fish next door...

More punctual than an alarm clock!

No one in the Fu family slept late, so Huai Sheng asked her what time to get up one day.

In order to make him feel that he is diligent and doesn't like to sleep in late, Fu Huan said directly: "Six o'clock!"

In fact, her alarm clock set six o'clock, but she always stayed in bed until half past six. Now it's all right, six o'clock...

The wooden fish rang on time.

Fu Huan collapsed.

She really wanted Fu Yu to come and live with them for two days, let him drain his energy at night, and he would calm down the next day.

Fu Huan sighed, and dragged his schoolbag into the room. He couldn't stay in bed recently, and felt that life was boring. He didn't even have the energy to check Weibo or list his favorite celebrities.

Fu Chen never thought that Huaisheng, the wooden fish, could cure Fu Huan of lying in bed.

During Huaisheng's morning class, she consulted with everyone in the Fu family about their work and rest time in advance. She was also worried about disturbing them. Fu Huan ended up like this, and she did it herself. She loves to stay in bed and has to pretend to be diligent.

If Huaisheng was Fu Qinyuan, her own brother, Fu Huan would have rushed to his room to make a fuss and threw him away. It's familiar, but not that familiar, so it's hard to say anything, and he is very understanding, I asked her in advance, she can only deal with it every day with a smile...

Every time Fu Chen saw her forced a smile, he kept holding back his laughter. He welcomed Huaisheng to stay at his house for two more days.

**

Fu Qinyuan here

Most of the company's work was handed over, and he ran to Jing's house during the day, and had to come back to read and write papers at night. He was so busy that everyone thought he was combining work and rest.

Little do they know that they are both in love and learning.

After several days of silence, Fu Qinyuan wondered if he could tease her again...

After all, appropriate stimulation is very necessary.

Little Yan Xiansen is showing his face...

Yan Chi: ... as long as you are happy.

Me: [cover face]

The third master is testing at the edge of danger.