Yan Wangchuan’s little assistant was really scared.

After graduation, he followed Yan Wangchuan. It was strange that he would choose to be his assistant, and the reason was very simple:

Less talk.

He also has other people to help with his daily work. His assistant is mainly responsible for driving and managing his daily life.

However, he is usually strict with himself, and he has very limited things to do, but his work is easy.

He was in his forties and fifties and had no relationship, and he didn't even have a female companion. He usually had social engagements, but if the other party asked to bring a female companion, he would refuse directly, without any room for negotiation.

You can take someone casually, but they don’t ask for a girlfriend or something, but he never compromises and seems to be particularly calculating about this.

After following him for so long, he usually works out and works, either to exercise or to study to enrich himself. His private life is so clean that it is outrageous.

The old lady of the Yan family used to urge her.

But no matter what means he used, he would use cold treatment. The old lady had no choice but to let him go.

This time Yan Wangchuan suddenly left his job and came to Yuncheng. He was already very surprised, but he even fought with someone, which scared him directly.

He is not a fool, he knows that Yan Wangchuan likes Qiao Aiyun, but the other party is not only married, but also has a daughter.

He could only sigh that his boss was too infatuated.

But you don’t say anything, and you look dead all day long. Does Ms. Qiao really know your infatuation?

"Mr. Yan, I don't know if I should say anything?" Assistant Yu Guang glanced at him. You want to chase others, but you can't do this.

"Since you don't know whether you should say it or not, don't say it."

Yan Wangchuan blocked him back with just one word.

The assistant shut up in disappointment.

Don’t you know that you are very like a silly person now: a silly smile?

It's simply unsightly.

Come on, go happily by yourself.

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Song Fengwan was concentrating on his homework in the room. His right hand was injured before. She had not drawn for a few days. She was worried that her hand would be born during the exam, so she took a pen and painted a few strokes on the paper.

Sketching is a weakness and you have to spend more time.

She was thinking about Yan Wangchuan's contrast today. She hadn't painted Yan Wangchuan yet, but she planned to draw a sketch of a character. The more she painted, the more she became, the more wrong it was...

This person...

Why are you becoming more and more like Fu Chen?

Horrible.

"Wanwan?" Qiao Aiyun knocked on the door.

Song Fengwan hurriedly pulled down the drawing paper and put it away, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Qiao Aiyun warmed her a glass of milk, "It's about to take the exam, take more rest, don't stay up late."

"Yes." Song Fengwan felt relieved.

Qiao Aiyun took a few sketches she placed on one side. Although she didn't know how to draw, she thought the figures were drawn, so it was naturally good. "Don't think too much about the family matters, I will handle them."

"Um."

"Then I won't bother you anymore, take a break soon."

Qiao Aiyun was worried that her studies would be affected by her family affairs.

Little do I know that there are other people who are affecting her studies now.

When she sent her mother out, Song Fengwan spread the paper she had put away. After seeing that it was almost eleven o'clock, she touched her phone and sent a message to Fu Chen.

【Are you asleep?】

There was a reply in just a few seconds.

【No.】

[The information is so fast? You shouldn't be playing with your phone.] Song Fengwan was drinking milk, but she didn't even notice it herself, and chatting with Fu Chen became more and more casual.

[Hold your phone, afraid of missing your information.]

Song Fengwan's mouth slowly curled up a faint curve. Hearing that there was no movement outside, he got into the bed and called him.

"Hey, Master San——"

Fu Chen frowned, a little unhappy, and he also called the third brother warmly during the day. If he couldn't use him, he would be the third master? He responded indifferently.

“A lot of things happened today.”

"All have been resolved?" Fu Chen had already received news from Yan Wangchuan, but he could not expose the alliance relationship.

"Well, you don't understand that Uncle Yan is so funny. He looks very cold and serious, and looks inhumane. I didn't expect that he is sometimes quite cute. I saw his ears red today."

Song Fengwan remembered what happened today. He was obviously so arrogant in the police station. As soon as her mother passed by, he suddenly became obedient.

"...I'm so old and I'm still shy. My mother picks up food for him. He's obviously very happy and even said it's too irrelevant."

"You don't understand the contrast that is cute and funny."

Song Fengwan talked for a long time, but there was no reply. He thought the phone had hung up, "Hey, is the person gone?"

"exist."

"Why don't you talk?"

"I'd like to praise other men in front of me, and I'd like to discuss with you happily?" Fu Chen naturally knew that Yan Wangchuan was not threatening him, but just heard her keep talking about others and felt uncomfortable.

Song Fengwan was stunned, "Uncle Yan is my elder."

"You used to treat me as an elder."

Song Fengwan was so angry that he had nothing to say.

"Are you angry?"

Song Fengwan bit his lip without saying a word.

"I admit I'm very jealous."

Not only is he jealous, but he is also jealous for no reason.

"I just care too much about you. We talk too short every day now. I hope this period..." His voice was sluggish, helpless but doting.

"Is it okay to only pay attention to me in your eyes and heart?"

Song Fengwan reached out to cover his heart and started again.

What the hell do this old man want to do?

"Wanwan, can't it be?" His voice was deliberately low, and this tone was really hard to refuse.

"Yes." Song Fengwan responded.

"good--"

Song Fengwan's face turned red and hesitated to change the topic, "What are you busy with today?"

"Work." Fu Chen paused for two seconds, "I miss you."

Song Fengwan felt that the topic could no longer be continued, "I'm going to sleep, good night."

Fu Chen smiled softly, "Good night, night."

Song Fengwan hung up the phone, got out of the quilt, his forehead, palms, and chest were already hot. He was nervous when he was sneaking, but he kept flirting with himself, which was simply...

As soon as she hung up the phone, she was prompted by WeChat. Fu Chen sent her a look of two villains.

She gritted her teeth. The old cadre who used to not even play with smart phones now plays with emoticons so well?

Drink a little milk to calm down.

After Fu Chen finished his expression, he hadn't waited for a long time to reply. He pressed his tongue against his cheek and smiled.

If we meet next time, we will not just send an emoticon.

He was just about to go to bed, but unexpectedly Yan Wangchuan called.

"Hey——" Fu Chen spoke to him, his tone was naturally not as gentle as before.

"I heard that you specially called a lawyer for me, so I'm in trouble." Yan Wangchuan's voice was also used to being cold and hard.

The two people with equal momentum were not as good as the tone of their voices.

"Wanwan called me, she was worried about you."

"Um."

"For this incident, Song Jingren swallowed this anger, for fear that he would hold back his damage. If it involves property division, he would not be discouraged. You have to pay more attention." Fu Chen reminded.

He had contacted Yan Wangchuan for several times and had a little understanding of him. He was very direct in character and could talk about business, but he was not good at planning people's hearts.
To be continued...