After Song Fengwan fell asleep, Fu Chen signaled the driver to slow down, but she was not sleeping soundly.

She dreamed about the night she was drunk again, but this time it was not her threatening to sleep with Fu Chen and that he could hear her sleep, but that she actually did it and really threw him on the bed. She tore Fu Chen's clothes hard...

The clothes were torn, revealing their thin waist, strong and tight muscles, smooth lines, not exaggerated but very pleasing to the eye.

Fu Chen was pressed under her, as cold as ice and as beautiful as peaches and plums.

"Ms. Song, Miss. Song?" She felt someone was calling her.

Song Fengwan suddenly woke up from his dream, and his eyes were filled with Fu Chen's ascetic face, which immediately turned pale.

"San...San Master." Her tongue was knotted.

"Here." Fu Chen's tone was calm.

"Yes." Song Fengwan thought of that dream, and his face turned red. How could he have such a shameful dream?

Fu Chen's eyes moved down, "Can your hands be released?"

As soon as Song Fengwan lowered his head, he saw Fu Chen's sleeve being held tightly in his hand.

Because of excessive force, his neckline was offset, revealing a small piece of white neck, delicate and warm, and his Adam's apple slid slightly, making him feel indescribable.

"I'm sorry." She immediately let go of her hand and blushed even more violently.

"Have you had a nightmare?" Fu Chen reached out to tidy up the collar and smoothed the wrinkled sleeves that were ravaged by her.

Fu Chen was also afraid that Song Fengwan would wake up at any time, so he couldn't be too presumptuous, so he let go after pinching his hands.

Unexpectedly, the little girl pulled her sleeve and refused to let go, as the force seemed to tear her clothes torn.

"Yes." Song Fengwan nodded angrily and didn't dare to look at him at all.

"Get out of the car." Fu Chen's eyes were deep and he got off the car first.

Song Fengwan's face was so blushing that it was hot and hot, and his mind was filled with the dream just now.

This is too shameful.

Didn’t I just touch his breast? How could I have such a dream?

She adjusted her breathing before getting off the car.

Although it was night, the mansion was brightly lit, carved iron doors and green vines lingered. The typical Chinese-style house was simple and solemn.

"San Master." A middle-aged man about forty years old, wearing a well-decorated uniform, had been waiting at the door. He also smiled kindly when he saw Song Fengwan, "Miss Song."

"Hello." Song Fengwan was a little restrained when he arrived for the first time.

"This is Uncle Nian. If I'm not here, you can tell him directly if you have anything." Fu Chen's tone was not very warm.

At this moment, Qiao Xiyan's car has arrived, so naturally someone will carry the luggage, so they just need to follow Fu Chen into the door.

It is only three or four minutes from the door to the main entrance of the house. There are pavilions, towers, eaves and painted walls, and copper bells hanging under the corridor, which is elegant and sophisticated.

When you enter the room, you can immediately smell a faint smell of sandalwood. She originally thought that the decoration pattern of Fu Chen's place was probably similar to that of the temple and Buddhist temple, but she did not expect that the furniture inside was very modern.

Extremely elegant, partial and exquisite everywhere, low-key and luxurious.

Fu Chen walked in front, and his black long gown was integrated into it, making him look more like the young master from the Republic of China.

The endless romantic and profoundness.

"Ms. Song, your room is on the second floor, I'll take you there." Uncle Nian said with his eyes down.

"Thank you." Song Fengwan followed him to the second floor. Uncle Nian was introducing the layout of the house to her along the way. "There is an independent bathroom in the room, which is convenient for you to move in."

When she entered the bedroom, some ladies' supplies were already placed inside.

"I know you are coming here, Master San has prepared some in advance. If you need anything, please tell us any time." Uncle Nian stood at the door and did not go in.

"It's great." Song Fengwan didn't expect Fu Chen to be so considerate. He looked at the room and turned around and saw Uncle Nian standing at the door, smiling at her with a brilliant smile, "Uncle Nian, do you have something to do?"

The luggage has been delivered, so she has to pack up her things.

"This house was designed and supervised and manufactured by the third master himself. Apart from the old lady, you are the first woman he brought back."

Song Fengwan was stunned for a moment. Why did this sound so wrong?

What is the first woman I brought back?

She just stayed in for the time being.

"You clean up first, I won't disturb you." Uncle Nian closed the door and left thoughtfully.

The corners of his mouth were grinning and his smile became brighter.

He watched Fu Chen grow up since he was a child. Although Miss Song was forced by the old man and the old lady, if the third master was really reluctant, she would not even step into the gate, let alone ask them to prepare daily necessities in advance.

I'm afraid I've seen it.

It looks like 27, but it's really a clue.

This is Ms. Song, who is a little young, but she looks pretty good and it’s nothing to wait for two more years.

Finally there is hope.

He smiled more and more gratified.

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As soon as Uncle Nian left, the door was closed. Song Fengwan breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the bed, and looked at the room carefully.

She was very dizzy.

She still didn't react to how she lived in Fu Chen's place, as if she was dreaming.

Qiao Xiyan went into the house and took a look, chatted with Fu Chen for a few words, and then went out to smoke a cigarette.

Fu Chen went back to his bedroom to change his clothes.

As soon as I unbuttoned the two buckles, the phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and frowned slightly. The man was climbing a mountain outside and he had time to call himself.

He answered the phone and said "heat".

"Fu San, I have heard that your old man stuffed you a little girl."

"Your news is very fast." Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

"Uncle Nian went to my shopping mall to buy a bunch of women's things. Your old man was really playing this time. He stuffed the woman into your house. Are you happy?" The man was obviously surprised.

"Have you finished speaking?" Fu Chen was obviously a little impatient.

"Which girl from? How do you look?"

"Why don't you just ask my dad?"

"How dare I? Your old man used to say that he was afraid that you would become a monk, so he asked me to accompany you more. OK, I'm going."

"Since the rumors about me and you have been rumored, I don't even dare to enter your door. Your old man said it directly, and let him see us together and break my legs." The man sneered twice.

"If I go inquire, he may not think I'm jealous and want to go to sabotage. When I go back, he will kill me."

Fu Chen's lips curled up, "I'll die after I said that."

"No, you really brought it in, Fu San, what are you thinking..."

Before the man finished speaking, Fu Chen hung up the phone.

What did you think?

The meat is delivered to your mouth, do you want to eat it?

...

Before he could change his clothes, he heard a knock on the door. If it were his subordinates, he would definitely open his mouth and knock on the door first. He closed the buttons on the front and opened the door.

"San Master, do you have time to talk to me?"

Qiao Siyan had just smoked a cigarette, and his speech was filled with a faint smell of tobacco. A few days of fatigue left a faint shadow under his eyelids.

Born cold and harsh, it is daunting.

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Why do you all feel so excited when it comes to living together?

Someone actually asked me when I would drive...

I:……

Girls, be reserved, don’t think about what you have or not at all.

Am I the kind of person who can drive casually? [Cover your face and escape]

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What do you guess my cousin wants to find the third master in the middle of the night?
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