After Song Fengwan returned to the house, he lay on the bed and tossed and turned. After talking to his parents briefly, he received a call from Qiao Xiyan at about 10:30.

"Cousin." Her voice was a little dull, "Have you arrived home?"

"Yeah." Qiao Siyan had just arrived home and had not entered the door yet, and was leaning against the side of the car to smoke. "How are you? Are you still used to it?"

Song Fengwan bit his lips tightly and recalled the feeling of Fu Chen's past.

Once again, she was tight all over.

The warmth that fell in my ears numbed all the way to the bottom of my heart.

Now the memories are still trembling.

"Although the third master is strange, the child taught by Mr. Fu will definitely not be too bad. Don't cause trouble for him. Be obedient in everything. Don't contradict him. There will be nothing wrong." He smoked and the running around for several days made him look a little tired.

Song Fengwan just wanted to cry, how could he obey?

Even if he wants to take advantage of himself, he has to be obedient?

When Fu Chen leaned over, he was not even able to cross the corner of his clothes, except holding his own hand, and he didn't even touch the corner of his clothes. He was so serious.

Song Fengwan even thought that he was thinking too much.

If you don’t see a person like Fu Chen, how could you be interested in yourself as a minor?

"If there is something really wrong, call me and I will communicate with the Fu family to solve it. Don't be bored alone." Qiao Xiyan felt even more sorry for this cousin when he thought of what happened to the Song family.

Song Fengwan responded, and the two chatted for a few more words before going to bed. It was another sleepless night.

**

The next day

Song Feng arrived at school at 8 o'clock in the evening and reported that he had not slept well last night and did not get up early.

When she went downstairs, Fu Chen was sitting in the living room to flip through newspapers, while Fu Xinhan was lying at his feet, leaning his head against his shoes and rubbing it gently. When he saw her down, his eyes sank a little.

The school uniform was delivered yesterday, with a thick black and white dress, with most of the legs exposed, white and slender.

Because it was autumn, it was cold in the morning and evening, she specially put on a long sweater jacket, and even though her legs were still eye-catching.

Fu Chen's eyes were dark.

What kind of clothes are you wearing?

All students' school uniforms are so exposed nowadays?

When Fu Xinhan saw Song Fengwan going downstairs, he immediately squatted up, shook his tail, and looked at her with expectation.

It didn't know what it had done wrong recently, and its owner always threatened him. Someone wanted his puppy to be alive for no reason. Song Fengwan was the best and would give it a smooth hair.

"Fu Xinhan." Song Feng waved to it in the evening.

Fu Xinhan moved his feet and looked at Fu Chen with grievance.

Someone squinted his eyes, "Go, don't catch people, otherwise there will be no food to eat today."

Although dogs can fix their claws regularly, their claws are still a little sharp. Song Fengwan's leg is not covered. Fu Xinhan is a dog after all, so he rushed over and scratched him. He was not sure to make a fuss with you. He couldn't say he would scratch.

Fu Xinhan hurriedly rushed towards Song Fengwan. In order to avoid catching her skin, he jumped up and threw himself on her skirt. It immediately printed two claw marks on the black skirt.

It continued to work hard, constantly grasping her skirt, trying to get close to her, but the result was...

Song Fengwan's skirt was completely dirty, and even the threaded ends were hooked out by its claws.

"I..." Song Fengwan was about to cry without tears.

"Wuwu--" Fu Xinhan realized that he had made a mistake, squatted in front of her, and did not dare to lean over again.

Turning his head and looking at Fu Chen.

Will it be life-threatening?

"Forget it, it's okay, I'll change my clothes." The girl couldn't stand the little animal's pitiful appearance, and she touched its head and comforted her hair.

"The weather is quite cold, wear pants." Fu Chen spoke at the right time.

Song Feng nodded late and went upstairs again.

"Aowu--" Fu Xinhan turned his head to look at Fu Chen, afraid that he would be angry again.

Fu Chen picked up the beef strips placed on one side and said, "Come here."

Fu Xinhan lay on the ground and did not dare to move for a long time.

Why did he smile so strangely at himself? Could it be that he wanted to kill the dog?

"Why are you standing there? Come here." Fu Chen frowned.

Fu Xinhan ran over with his hooves. Fu Chen gave it a small box of beef strips and touched its dog head, "It's good, I'll have a meal today."

Fu Xinhan was completely confused.

Being a dog is really difficult.

**

Song Fengwan went downstairs again and had already changed into black trousers. Only then did Fu Chen feel a little satisfied.

After having breakfast briefly, she was about to go to school, "San Master, then I'll leave first."

The school is only more than ten minutes away from Yunjin Capital where Fu Chen lives, and it is just enough to get rid of food.

"I'll give it to you." Fu Chen wiped the corner of his mouth and stood up directly.

"No, I'll just walk over. I've already looked forward to the route with my cousin."

"I'll go to the company." Fu Chen never tolerated his argument when he spoke.

Song Fengwan had no choice but to get into his car as he said.

Song Fengwan was bowing his head and memorizing English words along the way. Fu Chen glanced at the vocabulary book as big as a palm. Each word was marked with semantic usage and grammatical characteristics on the edges, and her handwriting was beautiful and neat. It can be seen that she worked very hard in her studies.

In fact, many children with a little wealthy and powerful family do not study hard.

The family has long helped them find a way out. After graduating from high school, gilding abroad, and returning to inherit the family business, there is no need to worry about anything.

Fu Chen squinted his eyes and a smile slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth.

The car did not stop at the school gate, but stopped at an intersection. After all, Fu Chen's license plate was too swaggering.

After Song Feng got out of the car in the evening, Fu Chen ordered the driver to go home.

"San Master, don't you go to the company?"

"What are you dissatisfied with?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

"No." The driver hurriedly turned the front of the car.

In fact, Beijing No. 2 Middle School is in the east of the city, and Fu Chen's company is in the north of the city. It's a ghost. Moreover, since Song Feng came over, Fu Chen has never been to the company and has just given himself a holiday.

Third Master has been honest and has no desires in recent years and has not managed the company very much, but as long as he is in the capital, he always has half a day to stay in the company to process documents.

Nowadays, companies are not needed. This is a typical foolish monarch who wants beauty to be without a country.

Before the car could drive home, Fu Chen's cell phone vibrated.

He answered and said "heat".

"Fu San, I forgot to tell you something yesterday."

"explain."

"Don't you give me some sweetness?"

"I'm hanging up." Fu Chen said and actually hung up the phone.

The person on the other side was confused. Damn, it’s really a fucking thing!

He called again and started yelling as soon as it was connected.

"You can't ask me for a while. You just want to hang up. Have you considered my feelings? I got angry early in the morning..."

"Beep—beep—" the phone was cut off again.

"Mom, you are so good." He didn't have any way to deal with Fu Chen.

The phone dialed again.

"If you have something to say, I'll die if I don't say it." Fu Chen had no time to accompany him around in circles.

"Yesterday you and the little girl of your house went to my place for dinner, and someone asked her about it. Do you want to know who it is? Please beg me, I'll tell you." Someone was smiling and deserved a beating.

Fu Chen sneered lightly, "It's not a little girl."

"Hmm?" Someone didn't react.

"She will be your sister-in-law in the future." After that, Fu Chen hung up the phone.

Someone was stupid. This person had hung up his phone three times. He was so angry.

I haven't even caught up with you, so I'll give you my sister-in-law? Who gave you a face?

Fu Chen hung up the phone and instructed the passenger driver to "check the person who asked about her at the farmhouse yesterday."
To be continued...