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022 Intimate contact, too soft to let go

The car was galloping on the stable road, and Fu Chen leaned on his seat as if he was taking a nap.

The flashing light shot in from the car window, making half of his face look like a medieval oil painting, with each part of it rich in ink and profound in detail.

Sitting in a straight and upright manner, with a graceful and elegant style. Various neon lights flashed past him. Even in the prosperous world, he was still untainted by dust.

Song Fengwan thought about it carefully and just wanted to stay. Be careful not to provoke him. It will be very fast for more than two months.

According to Mr. Fu, Fu Chen should not live at home often, so the two should have few chances of meeting each other.

Climbing snowy mountains?

She turned her head and looked at him carefully. He was ascetic, unique in temperament, and was born with a beautiful body. He was gentle in Confucianism. It was hard to imagine what he would like to climb a mountain?

Just looking at it, he is very thin, probably not even four taels of meat on his body, tsk...

Just when she was in a daze, her phone vibrated and it was called by Qiao Aiyun.

"Hey, mom." Song Fengwan suppressed his voice, afraid that it would disturb Fu Chen, so she sent messages to her parents when she arrived in the capital.

"Do you eat well at the Fu family tonight?" Qiao Aiyun's voice was kind and concerned.

"It's pretty good. Grandpa Fu and Grandma Fu are both very good." Song Fengwan heard his mother's voice and relaxed, and his voice became sweet and warm.

Fu Chen paused his fingers with Buddhist beads.

"That's good. If you live with Fu Chen, remember to be obedient and don't cause trouble..." Qiao Xiyan must have told her about Song Fengwan's affairs at the first time, and Qiao Aiyun gave some advice.

"If you go out alone, you must take good care of yourself. Although study is important, your health is more important. If you need something and you lack something, you can call me at any time." She patiently reminded.

"I'll go see you after I finish my work. You don't have to worry about the family matters."

"Yeah." Song Fengwan suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen her for a while, and now he was in a foreign land and had to live in a sunny and sunny house. He suddenly felt a little sad.

Her throat rolled twice, a little dry, "Mom, when will you finish your work?"

"Soon, be good." Qiao Aiyun's voice became gentler.

There was a serious traffic jam in the capital, and the car left and stopped again. Song Fengwan drank some wine and was dizzy. He kept lowering his head to play with his cell phone and making phone calls. He felt his chest was stuffy and he felt disgusting.

After decisively ending her chat with her mother, she lowered the car window and the night wind was blowing, and it seemed to be a little more comfortable.

At this moment, the car was rushing into the traffic flow on one side. Because the car quickly overtakes, it suddenly brakes. Song Fengwan's whole body is like weightless...

It was too late for her to reach out to support her body.

I thought I was going to hit the seat in front this time, but my arm was suddenly pulled and I crashed into a warm and stiff arms.

A hard object hit her head, which made her tears almost collapsed.

"Hiss-" She took a breath.

"San Master, someone is overtaking in a hurry." The driver was sweating coldly.

Fu Chen lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms, "Where did you hit me?"

"Head." Song Fengwan finished speaking and found that he was actually lying in Fu Chen's arms, his hands pressing against his chest without death.

He was wearing a double-breasted gown, with a buttoned design on his chest and his forehead was just on it, no wonder it hurts so much.

"Look up." Fu Chen's voice was gentle and calm.

As soon as she looked up, she could feel the heat exhaled from his nose falling on her face, and it was light and heavy. Her heart was beating and her breathing suddenly stopped for several seconds.

The inexplicable smell of sandalwood once again wrapped her up in airtightness.

Before she could come back to her senses, a pair of warm hands fell on her forehead and rubbed them gently twice, "Is this here?"

Song Fengwan was a little stupid.

And Fu Chen's fingertips moved, and he had already changed a place, "Or is this?"

His voice was low, his breathing was steady, but he was slightly hot.

Song Fengwan only felt her hands stroking her forehead.

Her whole body was tight and numb, her palms were hot, and her head was dizzy. After drinking, her body was a little hot. When he touched her, a blush spread on her face, and her whole little face seemed to be stained with a layer of clouds.

Vivid and lovely.

Her fingertips moved twice, this...

Although it was already autumn, the weather was still a little hot during the day. Fu Chen wore a thin shirt, and her fingers could clearly feel the muscle texture under the clothes.

"Did you bump into there?" Fu Chen's voice came quietly.

Song Fengwan then came to his senses, and his fingers were slightly pressed, trying to support his body and leave, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt very much."

"Then sit down." Fu Chen's tone was calm, so solemn and serious that he could not be desecrated.

"I just drank too much and seemed a little motion sickness." Song Fengwan thought to say hello to him in advance. If he really vomited in his car in a while, he would definitely have to throw himself down.

Just as her finger was about to leave Fu Chen's chest, she was suddenly held.

Song Fengwan subconsciously wanted to take his hand back.

Not only did Fu Chen not let go, but he held it tighter.

Her whole nerve was hung up, his fingers were warm and dry, and they were close to her hands, so close that they were extremely close.

"Third Master?"

Song Fengwan was a little anxious. What was he going to do?

His eyes met, his voice was low and he had no resistance at all, "Don't move around."

Fu Chen held her hand in his hand and looked down. The little girl's fingers were slender, white and tender, and she held them in the palm of her hand, as soft as boneless.

Song Fengwan felt his warm fingertips slowly sliding through his palms, as if there was a spark of prairie fire, and her hands became hotter and hotter.

He stopped his fingers and pressed his thumb on the Hegu acupoint in the middle of the tiger's mouth with his left hand. He rubbed and pressed it hard twice, "This will make it more comfortable."

"I'll do it myself." Song Fengwan had never been so close to Fu Yuxiu, and his nerves were extremely tense.

"My mother told me to take good care of you." Fu Chen's tone was calm, as if taking care of her was just an answer to her parents' request.

The driver coughed dryly and rubbed his nose.

After following Fu Chen for so long, he has always been doing what he wants. The old lady even asked him to go on a blind date, but she has never seen him so obedient.

His thumb suddenly exerted force, and she almost screamed out because of pain. The feeling of nausea seemed to be really suppressed.

She had already rushed to the car for a day, and with the alcohol on her head, she groaned and leaned against her seat and was drowsy and wanted to sleep.

Fu Chen rubbed her for a while and saw her falling asleep. His fingertips rubbed her tender hands twice, as if he was appreciating some artwork.

His eyes sank a little, and he pinched them carefully, for fear of waking her up, so he didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

Her hands were tender and soft.

Hold it in your hand...

I don't want to let go.

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The driver glanced at the back through the rearview mirror.

I'm good.

My third master, everyone is asleep, why are you holding someone else's hand?

I am a pretty little girl, and you are looking at and touching her hands. Why are you so embarrassed?

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It is said that motion sickness is useful to press the tiger's mouth. I found it on Baidu and you can try it.

Cousin Qiao's car followed behind. If he saw this scene, he would probably...

Cousin: I'll sharpen the knife for a while, the edge of the knife is a bit blunt.

Third Master:...

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