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

  Chapter 243 Feelings were discovered? Nephew scared stupid

  Fu's old house

  Fu Shen pinched the white porcelain wine cup with his fingers, rubbed the wall of the cup with his fingertips, and his thick, ink-like eyes became heavy and heavy.

  Every time they reminded Song Fengwan and Fu Sinian of the age difference, he felt like he was saying:

  Old cows eat tender grass.

   Fu Fu asked some of Song Feng’s recent developments, and chatted with the old lady, while Shen Dongwen poured wine for Fu Lao, and the two toasted for a drink. They were talking about politics and state affairs, and they were boring and boring.

After eating a meal close to ten o’clock in the evening, Huaisheng was already sleepy. Uncle Zhong took him to sleep upstairs. Naturally, the couple of Shen Dongwen stayed in the old house. They didn’t want to stay here at night and followed Fu Chen back. Naturally, the rest of the people will go back to their own homes.

  **

  Fu Shen drank a lot of wine, leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes and rested. Because Song Fengwan had chest tightness, he was afraid of motion sickness and nausea. He sat next to the door of the car, and somehow he sat between the two of them.

  Qianjiang was in charge of driving, Shifang tilted his head and glanced at the back row.

  Master Shen, this light bulb is really big and bright.

  "Are you going back to Cloud City tomorrow?" Immersion Night was originally playing the game, but at the end of the round, he turned his head to look at Song Fengwan between matching teammates.

   "Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Qiao Aiyun said that she would come to pick her up, and the day after tomorrow.

   "Where to go to study in the future?"

   "I don't know the results of the school enrollment, and I don't know which one can be admitted."

   "Come and play in Jinling when you have time."

  Fu Chen, who had been closing his eyes slightly, twitched his eyelids twice.

   "Hmm." Song Feng nodded late. In fact, Jinling is not far from Yuncheng, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. He has been there twice, but he walked in a hurry. I haven't had much fun.

   "Add a WeChat, we don't seem to be friends yet." Immersed Ye opened WeChat and clicked on the QR code.

  Song Fengwan also took out his mobile phone, and just after scanning the QR code, Sudden Ye's calf was kicked suddenly, and he tilted his head to look at the person on the side in surprise.

  Fu Shen didn't know when he woke up, his eyes were dark in the dark.

  "Uncle?" Immersion Ye was a little confused, and I was kicked.

   "I just woke up, my legs are numb." As he said, he kicked him again.

  Is this leg numb? This was obviously intentional. I didn't squeeze him or bump into him just now, so what kind of madness in his mind, it's uncertain.

  Could it be that you were stunned by your own mother and asked yourself to vent the fire?

  **

  After the three of them returned, Song Feng took a bath and blew his hair, only to find the message Fu Chen had sent her.

   is nothing more than wanting to see her.

  Song Fengwan also knew in his heart that he was afraid to be jealous in the old house today.

  This is so old, how come you like to be jealous like a young man.

   Actually kicking his nephew?

   Thinking of his many childish behaviors, Song Fengwan couldn't help but smile a little at the corner of his mouth.

   But how naive he is...

  She.

  I still like it.

  The two originally chatted in Song Fengwan’s room.

  Fu’s family banquet, there was Sun Qionghua in front of the scene. Later, Shen Dongwen and his wife came back. They didn’t eat anything. Song Fengwan and Fu Chen got tired in the room and went downstairs to cook some food.

   "It seems that there are only noodles and quick-frozen dumplings." Song Fengwan looked at Fu Chen sitting on the sofa. He came up with alcohol and pinched his brows on his back.

  Today he drank a lot of Maotai that Mr. Fu collected.

   "You are not good at wine, this Maotai drink in your mouth, I am afraid it will not taste much, it is also a waste." Song Fengwan laughed.

  Fu Shen looked at her with his eyelids, "I feel uncomfortable in my heart."

  With my sister and brother-in-law coming over, it's just a little bit interesting.

  Fu Shen usually does not drink, but it does not mean that he has quit.

  "Would you like something to save you?"

   "No, just eat something."

   "Then I will cook." Song Fengwan volunteered.

   "Can you cook?" Fu Chen tilted his head to look at her.

   "Eat dumplings, wait for me." Song Feng late took out the quick-frozen dumplings, took out the pot and boiled the water.

  Fu Shendi pulled his eyelids and turned his head to watch her busy in the kitchen.

  She rarely enters the kitchen, and her movements are awkward. When boiling water, she didn't even turn on the range hood, which caused a white mist to fill the entire kitchen.

  He squinted at her hurriedly, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

   still feel...

  A little cute.

  It doesn’t require any skill to cook dumplings. This is the case. If you don’t know how to handle it, it’s easy to cook.

  Fu Chen was already asleep on the sofa when Song Feng finished cooking the night.

  She hesitated for a moment, but finally did not wake him up...

  I am immersed in the night, turn on the computer, play a game of eating chicken, and go downstairs to get a can of Coke.

As soon as I walked the corner of the stairs, I saw Song Fengwan standing in front of the sofa with his back facing him, while Fu Chen was lying horizontally on the sofa with an arm resting on his forehead, his face smeared unnaturally. Flushing, obviously drunk.

  He stepped lightly, but saw Song Fengwan bend over and move towards Fu Chen’s face...

  Electric light flint, thunder and explosion.

  Immersive night is completely stunned.

  What is this little Nizi doing?

  Do you want to die?

  Song Fengwan also poked his slightly hot face with a hand, and then smiled contentedly.

  I was immersed in the night, my legs softened, and my fingers tremblingly held the stair railing.

  My mom, the brain is a little hypoxic...

  My nephew, hold steady【cover your face】

  **

  It's already the 16th of the twelfth lunar month, and the Chinese New Year is only half a month away, so fast...

  The new week starts from asking for tickets, haha~

  (End of this chapter)