As soon as Song Fengwan got into the car, he did not dare to move around. He lowered his head and fiddled with his cell phone. From time to time he would observe the movements of the people beside him.

She and Fu Chen sat side by side, and the distance between them could almost block two people.

He leaned against his body, his white shirt with a standing collar, his delicate collarbone was faintly visible, and he lowered his eyebrows and raised his hand to brush away the water droplets from his clothes, his movements were all delicate and elegant.

Because it was raining, the light outside was dim and the heat was turned on in the car, and the water was so scented. It felt a sense of depression and elegance on his side.

With such a look, he is always the best in the entertainment industry where handsome men gather. No wonder people always hear people say that many celebrities in the capital are seeking death for him and are fascinated by him.

"Miss Song?" The man in the passenger car took out a box of tissues from the secret compartment of the car and handed them over, but saw Song Fengwan staring at his third master in a daze.

Song Fengwan was a little surprised when he saw it. He was caught off guard and collided with Fu Chen's eyes. He immediately felt guilty and opened his eyes.

Fu Chen's mouth curled up a curve instead.

"Miss Song, tissue." The man reminded again.

"Thank you." Song Fengwan hurriedly took the tissue, lowered his head and kept wiping his face, consciously losing his attitude, and did not dare to see Fu Chen again.

"Where?" Fu Chen's voice was deliberately pressed down, as if it was reverberation in the narrow carriage.

"The Eastern Studio in the west of the city." She lowered her head, pulled the paper and began to wipe her arms and legs again.

A car was rushing past her before, and the splashed sewage and cement stains were still stuck to her legs. The school uniform skirt was wet with the rain, which outlined the curves of her legs even thinner.

Her legs are gray and a little dazzling.

Fu Chen took a look, his eyes dimmed a little, and he was so calm that he opened his eyes.

**

Before arriving at the studio, neither of them said a word.

"Stop here." When the car arrived at an intersection, Song Fengwan opened his mouth, "There is a one-way road there. If you go in, you have to circle around to get out. Just put me down here."

The driver pulled over and parked the car.

Song Fengwan got on the bus first. She was on the left side, and there were vehicles passing by from there, so she didn't dare to open the door easily, so she looked up at Fu Chen.

But the man sat in the seat but didn't respond.

Just as she was about to speak, Fu Chen pushed the door and got out of the car.

The man in the co-pilot hurriedly got out of the car to help him hold an umbrella.

When Song Fengwan got off the bus, it was drizzling outside. She stood under an umbrella, and there was only two punches between her and Fu Chen.

"San Master, thank you today. I will treat you to dinner another day." Song Fengwan had a pair of phoenix eyes and smiled slightly, like a little fox.

"Yes." Fu Chen replied.

"Then I..." Song Fengwan pointed to the studio not far away and planned to leave first.

But Fu Chen suddenly turned around and took out a black windbreaker coat from the car. His fingers shook, and Song Fengwan didn't even come back to his senses. The clothes had already fallen on her.

The clothes were very long, covering all her skirt, revealing only a piece of white and tender calves.

"Third Master..." Song Fengwan's whole body was wrapped in the inexplicable smell of sandalwood again, and his clothes were warm and dry. His fingertips slid through the collar, and it seemed that he accidentally brushed across her neck, causing her skin to tremble and numb.

“It’s cold.”

"Thank you, but this dress..."

"I'll give it back to me next time I'll give it back." Fu Chen said it for granted.

Song Fengwan's heart skipped a beat.

She just said something polite. Fu Chen lived in the capital for a long time and must not be able to stay in Yuncheng for long. How could she have time to have dinner with herself? She just said politely. Don’t everyone talk like this?

Did you ever think he and myself are really going to do it?

"What's wrong?" Fu Chen's fingers fell on the collar of the windbreaker, and the distance between the two was closer.

The humid and hot breath squirted on her face as he breathed, crisp and itchy.

"It's okay." Song Fengwan said it relaxed, but in fact he was confused.

"Take the phone out."

"Hmm?" Song Fengwan looked at him suspiciously, but he still took out his cell phone, unlocked it and handed it to him.

Because of the height difference, Song Fengwan stood on tiptoe and saw him enter a string of numbers in his phone, hung up after dialing, and handed it to her after the notes.

“My mobile number.”

Song Fengwan took the phone stiffly with his fingers, "Yes."

The phone fell into her hands and seemed like a hot potato. How could she dare to ask Fu Chen to go out for dinner? She really dug a big hole for herself.

Just as she put away her phone, she felt a black shadow approaching. She subconsciously looked up and the distance between the two was only one centimeter.

His breathing was clear and hot, and the two were too close to each other, and she even became cautious in breathing.

Fu Chen looked away and suddenly raised his hand.

Song Fengwan instinctively wanted to hide.

"Don't move." He whispered.

Song Fengwan was already in awe of him, his body was stiff and he didn't dare to move at all.

His fingertips gently slid across her sideburns, dry and warm, falling on her slightly cool face, which made her every pore tremble and scream, "There are confettis."

After saying that, he straightened up and the two of them returned to their previous distance.

Song Fengwan took a deep breath and felt like a drowning person, and finally got ashore.

"Thank you." Song Fengwan's face turned red and hot. It was probably because he had wiped his face with a tissue just now and didn't pay attention to leaving paper scraps. It was really embarrassing.

"polite."

The person behind him who helped hold the umbrella was already shocked.

Where is the paper confetti? Why didn't he see it?

Their third master is obviously teasing the little girl, and he is so serious and at ease.

"San Master, then I'll leave first, you can get in the car quickly." Song Fengwan felt that if he stayed with him like this, he would definitely be crazy.

Fu Chen lowered his head and looked at her, "I'll wait for your phone number."

After saying that, he turned around and entered the car.

Song Fengwan's heart was thrilled and she smiled dryly, "Okay."

**

Song Fengwan held an umbrella, wrapped in someone's wide windbreaker, walked slowly towards the studio, sighing while walking.

I heard that Mr. Fu San has lived abroad and is probably not used to such polite words in China. It seems that he must consider it in the future to avoid digging a hole and getting himself in.

As soon as she walked to the door of the studio, she saw two familiar figures sitting inside through the glass door.

The two of them obviously saw her and immediately stood up.

Song Fengwan took a deep breath. Why did he get stuck here? He is really indifferent.

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Someone is still moving very quickly...

I teased her, asked for a phone call, and made an appointment to meet next time. Tsk tsk, Mr. Fu San, do your parents know that you are so outstanding? By the way, I just said politely to you, and you actually took it seriously?

Third Master: Could it be that she is lying to me? Or is she perfunctory to me?

Wanwan:...

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I saw that many people don’t know the update time, so I will say it again, it will be updated around 10 o’clock in the morning~
Chapter completed!