Yuncheng Song Family

It was already 10:30 in the evening when Song Fengwan returned home from the studio. Song Jingren had not come back for social events yet, and the house seemed particularly quiet and empty.

"Miss, you are back. There is soup in the kitchen. I will serve you a bowl." The woman in her forties was in her forties, and everyone called her Aunt Liang. She helped her at the Song family as soon as she remembered.

"Thank you, Aunt Liang." Since Song Fengwan entered the senior year of high school, he had to wait until one or two o'clock every day before going to bed. Qiao Aiyun was afraid that her body would not be able to bear it, so she told someone to stew her soup every day.

There are no so many geniuses in this world, but others work harder than you.

Aunt Liang put the white and fragrant fish soup in front of her and glanced at her coat again.

She had lived at least so old that she could tell at a glance that the fine workmanship of the clothes was absolutely extraordinary, and the most important thing was that this was a man's clothes.

"By the way, Aunt Liang... You can help me with this coat to dry cleaning tomorrow." Song Fengwan said.

"Okay." She smiled and nodded, and didn't ask much.

When Song Fengwan's soup was almost finished, Song Jingren came back from the dinner party. With the help of his secretary, he was stumbled into the house. He was so drunk that he looked at the living room with a squinting eyes, "Have you just finished class?"

He was frivolous, his steps were staggering, his eyes were bloodshot and red. He obviously drank a lot of wine. Song's family is a leading enterprise in Yuncheng. No one dared to pour wine on Song Jingren at the table. How could he drink this way?

"Yes." Since the incident with Jiang Fengya, the relationship between the father and daughter has been tepid and they are very polite.

"Mr. Song, then I'll leave first." The secretary helped Song Jingren to the sofa, turned his head and Song Fengwan to wink before turning around and leaving.

"Uncle Zhang, I'll give you it." Song Fengwan immediately understood.

The two walked to the yard before Secretary Zhang spoke.

"Miss, I know that there have been a lot of things at home recently, and you are not happy. In fact, Mr. Song has also had a lot of worries recently. There was something wrong with the company's biggest project this year, and the family is like this..." Secretary Zhang said very tactfully, "You can comfort him more if you have nothing to do."

Song Fengwan listened carefully and nodded from time to time.

She knew very well that the company's projects were not the root cause, and the most important one was the Fu family.

Song Jingren may have thought that it doesn’t matter who she or Jiang Fengya married into the Fu family. They are all her daughters anyway, but they didn’t expect that the Fu family was so disgusted with Jiang Fengya that he actually asked Fu Sanye to come to the door in person.

If he forcibly matched Jiang Fengya and Fu Yuxiu, he would not get married well and become an in-laws, and would offend the Fu family. How could he not worry about it?

"It's hard to get into the Fu family as Miss Jiang. Mr. Song has had less contact with her recently, so don't think too much. Studying hard is the most important thing." Secretary Zhang has been following Song Jingren, knowing his usual trends better than anyone else.

Secretary Zhang's meaning was very clear. In order to worry about the Fu family, Song Jingren dared not contact Jiang Fengya too much. At least this woman could not cause any trouble for the time being, so she could relax.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang." Song Fengwan smiled and sent him to the door before turning back.

**

When Song Fengwan returned to the living room, Song Jingren was drinking honey water in big gulps, his face flushed, and his tie was so loose that it hung around his neck.

She greeted him and went straight upstairs.

Although Song Jingren was drunk, he was still conscious. If it were the case in the past, Song Fengwan would have criticized him for drinking too much wine, but now he is so cold.

He smiled miserably and swallowed all the remaining half glass of water.

When Song Fengwan returned to the bedroom, he put down his schoolbag, turned around and searched for pajamas in the closet. He caught a glimpse of a black dress and was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly I remembered the situation when I first bar a few days ago...

She drank a lot of alcohol that day and couldn't remember many things. When she woke up in the morning, she was already at home.

Because Jiang Fengya officially arrived the next day, she did not think about what happened that night carefully. Now she suddenly thought of it, only one sentence suddenly popped out of her mind.

【Sleeping at the third master of the Fu family】

Song Fengwan's pupils suddenly magnified. My mother, did she say such words?

I'm going to die.

She pulled the skirt off the hanger, kneaded it into a ball like a date, stuffed it into the innermost part of the closet, pulled her pajamas and ran to the bathroom.

She took off her clothes and turned on the shower. The water vapor was warm and the whole bathroom was steaming in a fog. Her thoughts were slowly pulled back to the day she was drunk...

**

That day was the fifth day when Fu Yuxiu and her proposed to terminate the engagement, and it was also the day when she learned that Fu Yuxiu had another new love. And on the same day, she knew that the man named Jiang Fengya was actually her half-sister.

Just like the plot of a bloody TV series, Song Fengwan was completely confused.

At that moment, she suddenly felt that the whole world was almost collapsed. She had always been obedient and never went to bars and nightclubs. But she wanted to indulge herself that day. At the instigation of a friend, she bought a mature black dress and went to the bar for the first time.

Fu Yuxiu's affairs are secondly. Although the two are engaged, their relationship is average.

However, Jiang Fengya's appearance may have disintegrated her family. In her heart, Song Jingren has always been a kind father. Now his image has collapsed, and her entire family is in danger. How could she not be in a hurry?

In the bar, the lights flashed, the sounds and colors were singularly different from the outside. The deafening music, and every drum beat, made the cells in the body leaps.

Song Fengwan actually regretted it when he stepped into this place.

"Let's go there." Some of the people who came with her were regular customers here, so no one verified Song Fengwan's identity when he came in.

"I told you to have fun here tonight, and I promise you can forget everything outside."

"That's right, don't think too much tonight."

Song Fengwan smiled angrily. It was too late for her to go back now.

In the other corner, there were a few men in black guarding the outside of the table, and only two people sat in the table.

"Fu San, do you want to practice it for me and arrange for me to come to the bar, but you won't let you drink?" The man who lowered his head and complained was holding a glass of ice lemon water.

"I believe in Buddhism and cannot drink."

The man snorted coldly, "Don't fool me with this trick. Why don't you quit all the meat?"

Fu Chen lowered his head and stroked the Buddhist beads in his hand, without saying a word. He sat upright and looked clear and sparse, and his arrogant and arrogant look was incompatible with the place.

"Fu San, you said you are so old, why don't I go and find a few later..." The man posted it, "Give you a good meal?"

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows, "Drink more, I'll send you on your way tomorrow."

"Damn, can you speak? I'm going on a trip, don't be on the crow's mouth." The man smiled and complained, not caring about his savage tongue. Suddenly, he lowered his head and pointed not far away, "Hey, how about that? Hey, who is wearing a black skirt looks quite tender."

Fu Chen took a look in the direction of his finger.

Why is it her?

His former...nicknamed wife.

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Hehe... It's about to talk about the first time they met

Is there any excitement?

By the way, Master San, your friend is right, why don’t you quit all the meat?

Third Master: You have too much control...
Chapter completed!