Song Fengwan woke up the next day at around 10 o'clock. She only had to spend 5 days during the Chinese New Year. On the third day of the first lunar month, she had to go back to school for evening self-study. Qiao Aiyun did not disturb her, so she woke up naturally until she slept until she woke up.

Today is the 29th day of the lunar calendar, and tomorrow's thirty years old. Fu Chen will definitely leave today. Song Fengwan washed his hair, rushed in front of the mirror for a long time, changed into four or five sets of clothes before going downstairs. It was already past eleven o'clock.

Fu Chen was sitting on the sofa and chatting with Yan Wangchuan. Yan Shaochen had arrived at some point, and sat next to Yan Wangchuan, a little nervous.

The sitting posture is very well-behaved, and I feel a little at a loss when facing the boss.

Fu Chen is a benchmark idol for a generation of entrepreneurial youth, and Yan Shaochen also started his own business and has always regarded him as the goal of his struggle. He is always a little nervous when approaching idols.

When he heard him chatting with Yan Wangchuan, he could feel that he was well educated when using words carefully. Even if he criticized the current problems, his sharpness and sharpness did not make people feel uncomfortable. He used words and sentences to show his high emotional intelligence.

"Uncle Yan, Third Master, Brother Yan." Song Fengwan greeted him one by one.

"Yeah." Yan Wangchuan nodded silently, still looking cold with a scarce expression.

Fu Chen smiled at him.

However, Yan Shaochen was shocked, saying that big brother...

He can't bear it.

I could only smile angrily and lower my head to drink tea.

"Wanwan, come here." Qiao Aiyun called her into the kitchen.

Mrs. Yan was also in the kitchen. Qiao Aiyun dared not ask her to help, but just chatted with her for a while.

"Why just get up? Drink some soup to keep your stomach first, and you'll have dinner later." After all, there were guests outside, Qiao Aiyun lowered her voice and served her a bowl of old duck soup.

"It's a rare holiday, so let her sleep a little longer." Mrs. Yan squinted her eyes and looked at Song Fengwan. It's rare to see her change her school uniform, wear a red printed long skirt, and wear a festive red sweater, making her lips red and white teeth, which is particularly beautiful.

Maybe I slept late last night, my eyes were a little red, and my eyes were bright red at the ends, which was surprisingly charming.

The more Mrs. Yan looked at her, the more she liked her, "Wanwan is so beautiful. I don't know who will be blessed in the future."

Song Fengwan's little face was tempted by hot soup or was simply shy, and she was so red.

"She is still young, it's too early to say this." Qiao Aiyun smiled.

"By the way, did Fu Chen really not have a girlfriend?" The old lady's voice was very low and she pointed outside.

Qiao Aiyun, "It shouldn't be, I haven't heard of it."

"You're not young anymore. The grandson of the old Fu family is not married, right? Are you thirty?"

"It's almost the same." Qiao Aiyun raised her eyebrows, thinking of Fu Sinian's age, "the later we get married in a big city, and we get married a lot in the past thirty."

"Does these children have too high vision now? Unfortunately, there is no suitable one around me, otherwise I can introduce one. Fu Chen is really good, with a moderate approach and a career that he has..."

The old lady sighed while talking.

"Actually, there are people who are suitable for marriage to introduce to Fu Chen, but they just think they are not suitable for each other. He probably looks down on him. He is from all over the world. If he marrys far away, his family will probably not agree..."

Song Fengwan was choked directly by the soup, put down the soup bowl, and coughed violently.

"Why are you so anxious to drink? No one is snatching you from?" Qiao Aiyun frowned and reached out to pat her back.

Song Fengwan smiled angrily and wiped his mouth.

**

After lunch, Fu Chen planned to go back. Qiao Aiyun got up early and went out to buy a lot of Yuncheng specialties for him to take. Fu Chen couldn't help but put it on, so he packed a trunk.

"Mom, I'll give it to Master Third." Song Fengwan had already put on a down jacket.

They spent the longest time together, and their relationship was naturally good. Qiao Aiyun didn't think much about it, so she asked her to send Fu Chen to the door of the villa area.

Fu Chen and Song Fengwan slowly walked towards the gate, while Shifang and Qianjiang drove slowly followed behind.

These two men were snailing at a speed, the car was driving too slowly, and the engine was turned off several times, which made Shifang very depressed.

"At this distance from the door, are these two people planning to walk to next year?"

"Look at the third master's affectionate eyes, if the old man or the old lady sees it, it will be shocking to fall."

"It's broad daylight, the two of them have to be reserved. It's better to find a place where no one is and flirt with each other slowly."

"It's a pity that there are no small woods here, otherwise you can chat for a while even holding hands."

...

Before Shifang finished speaking, Fu Chen really took Song Fengwan's hand and walked towards an alley. The alley is located in the middle of two villas. The New Year is coming soon and it is cleaned.

"Third Brother." Song Fengwan looked around, and his breathing became rapid in fear.

This is near her home, and it would be amazing if someone saw it.

Just when she was at a loss as if she was a thief, she suddenly heard Fu Chen scream in a low voice, "Wanwan--"

As soon as she turned her head, Fu Chen pressed her against the wall, and the wet and hot breath blew across her forehead, her nose and nose, and her slightly cold lips pressed against her...

Song Fengwan was stunned. His slightly opened mouth gave him an opportunity to take advantage of it. He was a little anxious, his lips and tongue were wrapped around him, and his body was ambiguous.

He put one hand around her waist, and the passionate kiss was rapid and scorching, as if there was an invisible flame...

The prairie fire broke out all the way, which made her bones so soft that they looked extremely soft.

Everyone knew that they were about to separate for a while, Song Fengwan responded slowly, and the two were fighting fiercely.

Yan Shaochen on the other side said goodbye to Qiao Aiyun and others. He was all elders. He left behind and felt restrained, so he might as well go back to the hotel. He originally drove Yan Wangchuan's car. He was sent for maintenance in the morning and had not been sent back yet. He had to walk out of the community and then find a rental to go back to the hotel.

Yuncheng was not as warm as Nanjiang, and he was so cold that he was in a cold war.

After walking for seven or eight minutes, I saw Fu Chen's car parked on the side of the road. It was hard to ignore the awesome Beijing license plate. He squinted his eyes and said that it had been almost twenty minutes since he was out, so why was it still in the community?

He subconsciously glanced around...

I was stunned.

In an alley, Fu Chen pressed Song Fengwan against the cement wall.

Even if he was a distance away, he could feel the heat of the two of them lingering lips and tongues. Fu Chen lowered his head, Song Fengwan seemed a little passive, and the two of them were close to each other, causing an ambiguous relationship.

A cold wind blew, and Yan Shaochen caught off guard and sneeze.

Fu Chen turned his head suddenly and looked at him. Yan Shaochen shrank in fear.

Song Fengwan was anxious and embarrassed, and he hurriedly hugged in Fu Chen's arms, "It's over, I'll make you hurry up."

But when interrupted, both of them lost their temper.

Fu Chen reached out and rubbed her hair, kissed her twice, "Go back, don't send it to the door."

"Then he..." Song Fengwan was embarrassed and angry.

"I will deal with it." Fu Chen pecked the corner of her mouth again before letting her go.

Song Fengwan was nervous and looked at Yan Shaochen not far away.

This is one thing that knows that the two have a close relationship, but it is another thing that they kiss each other. It has a big impact on him. He trembles and turns around to leave. Suddenly, someone blocks his way.

The burly man I met that day.

Yan Shaochen tried to pass over him and left. He moved, and Qianjiang moved an inch, "Mr. Yan, get in the car, let's talk." Fu Chen had already walked over.

Shaochen Yan was almost forcibly pulled into the car by Qianjiang.

The heater in the car was very good. Fu Chenxin picked up the strings in his hand, "Did you see it?"

"Master Fu San..." Yan Shaochen guessed that the two might have such a relationship, but seeing it with his own eyes is another matter.

"I heard Wanwan mention you about what happened last night. You tried to help her relieve her. I would like to thank you for her."

"It should be, you are too polite." Yan Shaochen couldn't relieve himself and felt dizzy in his head.

"You can see that you are a smart person. There are some things you don't need to be thorough. You know what to do, right?" Fu Chen's fingertips were squirting and his words were a little careless.

Even if Fu Chen didn't say it, Yan Shaochen wouldn't dare to expose his affairs. He wasn't that ignorant.

"The rumors say that I am cold and ruthless, and I am kind and cruel, all of which are true." Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

Yan Shaochen's heart skipped a beat, "I understand."

Fu Chen raised his hand to signal Qianjiang to stop while driving.

"Since you understand, the conversation ends here. It's time for you to get off the bus, and I'll catch the plane."

Yan Shaochen said goodbye to him and hurriedly pushed the door and got out of the car.

After watching Fu Chen's car leave, he was confused.

Where did you take him? This is the way to the airport. There is no car on the road, so he just left him?

In the wilderness, he is not from Yuncheng. At this moment, he can't tell the difference between the south, south, west and north. The cold wind is howling, and his bones are trembling. Master Fu San is really...

It’s cold and ruthless, throw it away after using it.

Song Fengwan just arrived home and was lowering his head to peel the oranges when he received a message from Fu Chen.

[People have dealt with it, don't worry.]

Song Fengwan muttered while eating.

People... handle it?
To be continued...