When Fu Chen hung up the phone and went back, a waiter in the private room was helping to pour tea and water, while the other was introducing Qiao Aiyun's signature dishes.

"San Master, I'll order it. Do you want to take a look?" Qiao Aiyun handed the menu to Fu Chen.

"You are too polite, just call me Fu Chen." Fu Chen glanced at the menu, "Add to add personal ginseng black chicken soup, which is dry in autumn, so it is suitable to drink more soup."

Qiao Aiyun looked at Fu Chen with a smile. It was obvious that this soup was ordered for them, mother and daughter. He was not picky about food and was particularly considerate, which was rare.

After Fu Chen ordered the order, he reached out and rubbed his forehead as if he was unintentionally.

Song Fengwan's face suddenly turned red, and he hurriedly lowered his head, remembering that he had brushed his forehead before, and his lips were numb as if it was on fire.

"Wanwan, why did your face suddenly turn so red? Is it okay?" Qiao Aiyun is a mother, so naturally noticed her daughter's abnormality at the first time.

"It's okay, maybe the private room is a little hot." Song Fengwan smiled angrily.

Fu Chen spoke slowly, "There is no heating in the capital yet, the highest temperature today is only 5 degrees, and strong winds cool down."

Song Fengwan was about to cry without tears.

Can you not expose me?

"Look at your dry mouth, I told you to drink more water." Qiao Aiyun poured her a glass of water and handed it over, "I've all got skinny."

"Is there any?" Song Fengwan licked the corner of his mouth and did not dare to look up at Fu Chen.

Before the food was served, the waiter had already served the wine. Qiao Aiyun only ordered a portion of juice and Longjing, but the waiter added a bottle of wine. "We couldn't finish the grapes we planted before, so I'll give you a portion of the wine we made."

Free delivery, so naturally everyone won’t say anything.

After all, hotel restaurants often sell this way. If the taste is OK, everyone will naturally be willing to spend money next time.

"Thank you?" Fu Chen rubbed his thermos and looked at the waiter.

"Yes, it's freshly brewed, and the child can try it. The alcohol content is very low, and it's all right after drinking it." The waiter was numb from his scalp and hurriedly stepped out.

"I haven't drunk my own wine yet, and it tastes ok." Qiao Aiyun took the bottle and sniffed it.

Her mind is full of troubles at home and is not in the mood to talk to Fu Chen, wishing she could stop drunk.

"You can try it." Fu Chen understood when he saw her expression. He must have cried in the hotel. Qiao Aiyun looked like a strong woman, and after all, she also had a fragile side.

"Don't you drink some?" Qiao Aiyun motioned for him.

"I won't drink." Fu Chen refused.

Qiao Aiyun didn't force her, but poured a cup herself, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of grapes.

"Mom, I want to drink some too." Song Fengwan became a little greedy when he smelled the smell.

"What wine does a child drink?"

"Just one, I'll try the taste."

Qiao Aiyun couldn't persuade her, so she poured a small cup for her. She squinted her eyes and stuck out her tongue and licked her, like a lazy and greedy cat.

"Three..." Qiao Aiyun was about to say to the third master, but then changed her mouth, "Fu Chen, I'm sorry to take care of you these days. There are some things at home. I may not be able to take care of her. I will have to worry about you during this period."

Qiao Aiyun originally planned to pick up Song Fengwan and stay outside, but the house was in chaos. Later, she and Song Jingren had to argue over some things. She didn't want Song Fengwan to get involved in these things.

"She is very well-behaved and not troublesome."

"Thank you for your help today."

"It was originally the Fu family who was sorry for you, it should be..."

Qiao Aiyun is a businessman who sells stone carvings and jade decorations, which is considered to be a part of her family's industries. Although the Qiao family has male men, they are all craftsmen, and someone must manage their business.

If it weren't for professionals and knew very little about these things, Fu Chen had even been involved in the corners of wool and jade and stone. If he weren't an expert, he wouldn't understand it at all.

"I just heard my father talk about it by chance. I don't know much, so I have the nerve to show off in front of you." Fu Chen's tone became more and more humble.

Qiao Aiyun likes Fu Chen more and more. Nowadays, many young people want to lift their tails up to the sky when they know a little bit of fur. It is rare for him to be so low-key.

Fu Chen glanced at Song Fengwan, who was still licking the wine glass, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

This wine...

Is it so delicious?

The meal was almost the same. Qiao Aiyun's cell phone vibrated twice. She hung up directly, her face changed slightly, "I'll go to the bathroom."

Fu Chen nodded, guessing it was Song Jingren who called it, and Jiang Fengya's matter was for sure, and he might be a little anxious.

She went there for a long time, and Song Fengwan frowned, "Why haven't my mother been back yet? I'll go find it." She was already a little drunk and her walking posture was a little slight.

Qiao Aiyun was not going to the bathroom, she was going to make a phone call, but Song Fengwan didn't even hear the hidden meaning clearly. She really drank too much.

Fu Chen got up and chased him out.

His cell phone vibrated, and he answered the phone while walking.

"Fu San, although you are not very good to me, you can help you as a brother. I won't give you this wine easily."

"I'll tell you when will you start delivering wine here?" Fu Chen narrowed his eyes.

"Aren't I doing it for you? How about it? Did she drink? I told you that drinking too much is easy to do, haha..."

"She is out alone now, you will be responsible for something happening."

"Don't pretend to be garlic for me. You don't know the wine. The alcohol content is not low. You didn't stop her from drinking it. Let me be responsible for something? Why are you pretending to be noble now!"

Fu Chen snorted coldly and hung up the phone directly.

When he arrived at the bathroom, Song Fengwan was leaning against the wall, looking confused, and then looked up at Fu Chen as he listened to the footsteps, "Well——My mother is not here."

Her voice was soft and silly, and she was so soft.

There was even a little coquettish smell, like a cat's claws scratching in her heart. Fu Chen stared at her slightly red face, breathing a little, and his throat slid.

It feels uncomfortable.

"Well, go back." He spoke very lowly.

"Okay." Song Fengwan was very obedient. He just took two steps and staggered and almost fell down. Before Fu Chen could reach out, she had already grabbed his clothes and lay in his arms...

The little girl's body was hot and soft, making him feel numb all over.

His body was stiff.

The soft and hot little hands grabbed his waist and his clothes, and his breath fell on his chest, making people feel trembling like a fire burning.

"Um..." Song Fengwan looked up at him, "I'm sorry, I feel a little dizzy."

She licked the corner of her mouth, which was a bit dry, and her voice was so whispering that it made people feel palpitations.

"Yeah." Fu Chen responded, and finally couldn't help but lower his head and touched her forehead...

That small piece of skin is warm and soft.

Fu Chen's fingers tightened and loosened, and he reached out to put his hand around her waist. He felt an unknown heat, an inexplicable joy, and a feeling of hunger that made people tremble, attacking from his limbs...

"Hmm?" Song Fengwan didn't understand what was going on at all, and he licked the corner of his mouth with confusion.

Fu Chen's eyes were dizzy, and he wished he could look at her little mouth...

Take a bite.

"Third Master..."

"Um?"

"You are so tall, I can't even reach it." She reached out and gestured, smiling a little silly. She was obviously a little nonsense when she drank too much, and she was talking in a mess.

Fu smiled dumbly, bent down and bowed, and his burning breath slid inch by inch across her face, making his heart so palpitations that it made people numb.

He spoke quietly with his eyes facing each other and his breathing entangled.

"Is this possible?"

For her...

He can bow his head.

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