It takes more than seven hours to drive from Yuncheng to Beijing. Song Fengwan and Qiao Xiyan set off at around 7 o'clock and rested at two toll stations in between. When they arrived at Beijing, it was already evening.

"Go to the Fu family now?" Song Fengwan put the wrong questions on one side and straightened his back, "Why don't you pass tomorrow morning?"

It's almost dark and it's time for dinner. Now I'm visiting you, it's always a bit bad.

"I agreed before, Mr. Fu said he would wait for us to have dinner." Qiao Xiyan leaned on the toll station to sing his energy.

After the car entered the capital, it was obvious that the traffic flow increased.

Song Fengwan turned her head and looked out the window. It was not the first time she came to Beijing. She used to be here to travel.

This place is filled with the most powerful people in the country, which are prosperous and wonderful, with many emotions, but it is also the most cruel and ruthless place.

The thousand-year-old ancient city has historical precipitation, blending the modern atmosphere and nurturing the unique cultural style here.

The car passed through most of the city and arrived at a courtyard with soldiers guarding with guns at the door.

The iron gate is towering, majestic and dignified, high above and out of reach.

"Wait a minute." Qiao Xiyan got out of the car and was about to register. It was too difficult to enter such a compound without permission.

"Mr. Qiao?" an old man with gray hair walked over and asked in a low voice.

"I am."

"I'm the one who sent Mr. Fu to pick you up." He smiled and greeted the guard on one side, and the iron gate opened.

"Trouble." Qiao Siyan was always polite and polite to the elders.

The car drove into the courtyard, with towering metasequoia on both sides, covered with green plants, all of which were exquisitely trimmed and beautifully. The Fu family's house was in the innermost place, lying on one side.

The car stopped when it reached the gate of the yard, and the two walked slowly inside under the leadership of the Fu family.

"This is the house assigned by the upper house before. After the old man retired, he was caring and caring and caring, and he lived here all the time. Usually, the old man and the old lady were the old man." The old man explained.

The Fu family has been born in powerful officials and counselors since ancient times. During the war, although Mr. Fu was not as famous as the founding generals who fought on the battlefield, anyone who knew a little about history knew that a war was not just brute force. He had personally planned many famous battles and had outstanding military achievements.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was also the chief of the think tank above and even participated in the revision of national laws.

The population is prosperous and the status in the country is naturally extraordinary.

The yard is not big, with ginkgo and olive oil, and the autumn is in full bloom.

Song Fengwan didn't dare to look at it anymore, and looked ahead, one of the steps straight up.

Although she and Fu Yuxiu were engaged, they had never officially come to the Fu family. They originally had a grand engagement banquet, but at that time the old lady of the Fu family was in poor health, so things were put on hold.

Song Fengwan took a deep breath, and he couldn't help feeling nervous in his heart. Suddenly, he heard a voice in his ear, "Old man, the person is here."

Immediately afterwards, she saw an old man with gray hair coming out of the door, dressed in a very simple manner, but his neckline was hand-embroidered intricate and delicate, and low-key and restrained.

He was solemn and majestic, wearing a pair of reading glasses, but he was still energetic, especially those eyes, which were extremely sharp, but his eyes fell on Song Fengwan and became extremely kind again.

"Wanwan?" His voice was low and hoarse, revealing an inexplicable official power.

"Hello Grandpa Fu." Song Fengwan called out with a good manner.

"Old Fu." Qiao Xiyan still looked cold and solemn.

"You were only..." Mr. Fu reached out and gestured, "It's only that big."

Song Fengwan was surprised, when did they meet?

"I guess you don't remember it either. At that time, you were still young and were held in your grandfather's arms. You're so dear. I don't want to hug him." Mr. Fu smiled and said, "It's very hard to take a car, come in quickly."

"Yeah." Song Fengwan was suspicious. Mr. Fu knew his grandfather? And he looked very familiar with his tone.

Mr. Fu looked at Qiao Xiyan, "How about your father coming close?"

"It's still the same thing, I'll worry about it." Qiao Xiyan spoke to him without being humble or arrogant, without any timidity.

"Your family is all crazy." Mr. Fu said disgusted. If they are carving jade and stone carvings, they will be very laborious and will be extremely harmful to the body if they are carving and forget to eat and sleep.

"Miss Song, drink tea." The servant held the tea and did not forget to look at her more.

He is indeed beautiful and has a decent manner and generous manner. With such a fiancée, I really don’t understand what kind of monster Master Yuxiu wants to be.

**

At this moment, in the other side of the Liyuan, the famous Peking Opera opera passage "Locking the Case". The people on the stage had thick oil paint, green clothes and water sleeves, and elegant and upset singing styles, which won applause from time to time.

This opera sings the story of a desperate situation where a thousand golds are helped by others and repaying their kindness.

Fu Chen squinted his eyes. His mother was more picky in watching operas, so she loved watching songs such as "Yutangchun" and "The Heroes". How could she listen to this drama so fascinating today?

"Third brother."

"Hmm?" Fu Chen turned his head and went over.

"Do you think Xue Xiangling is very pitiful?" The old lady looked sad and sad.

"Yeah." Fu Chen replied, Xue Xiangling was the daughter of the incomprehensible in this drama.

"You said if you encounter a girl like this who needs help, will you also lend a helping hand?"

Fu Chen's fingers rubbing the Buddhist beads stopped, and he always felt something was wrong, "Mom, you..."

"Look at the little girl, you are so pitiful, why are you so stern-hearted?" The old lady immediately looked stern.

Fu Chen was helpless and just saw the show. Why was he still anxious and looked like he was going to duel with him? He couldn't make her uncomfortable for a show, "Well, help, definitely help."

"This is what you said." The old lady suddenly smiled.

His mother did everything to force him to get married and go on a blind date. Could it be that she was going to get him a miserable daughter this time?

"It's late, go back, your dad is still waiting for us to have dinner." The old lady got Fu Chen's promise, smiled and walked faster than usual.

**

When Fu Chen and the old lady arrived at the courtyard, it was already dusk.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the door of their house, they heard Mr. Fu's hearty laughter coming from inside.

Fu Chen's eyes sank, and he glanced at his mother. The old lady smiled at him with a bright smile, "Three, there are guests at home."

Fu Chen just smiled and remembered his mother's appearance when watching the show. Could it be that she really wanted to take the opportunity to mess with the girl?

"...You are about the same age as our third brother. Are you accustomed to your partner?" The old man's voice was loud.

"Not yet." Qiao Xiyan's voice was always cold and harsh, and she didn't even have any emotional warmth.

"What's wrong with you young people now? The third brother of our family is like this. He is 27 after his birthday this year. He has never been in a relationship so far, and he hasn't even pulled the little girl's hand."

Fu Chen frowned and walked into the house with big strides. Who is the person coming? My father really dared to say anything.

When I entered the house, I saw a little girl holding tea and smiling gently.

Several people in the house also saw the people at the door, and their eyes met...

Song Fengwan immediately got up, narrowed his phoenix eyes and looked at Fu Chen, "Hello Grandma Fu, hello Master Third."

There was a bit of crampedness in his eyes, like a little fox.

Third Master…

At such an age, it's actually...

Chicken.

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Wanwan, do you dare to say these words in person? See how the Third Master will treat you.

Wanwan: This is the truth, I haven’t even pulled the little girl’s hand.

Third Master:【Smile】

Wanwan: Third Master, you are not young anymore and it’s time to fall in love.

Third Master: [Continue to smile]

Wanwan: Sanye, what type do you like? You can’t be too picky.
Chapter completed!