In the painting room, Song Fengwan was half rolling up his sleeves, his long hair was tied loosely, and he painted in front of the plaster model not far away. The light made her face look bright like the moonlight.

"Who do you want to draw the homework assigned by the teacher?" The boy spoke hesitantly.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Song Fengwan's actions kept stopping.

"It's better to draw familiar people. I want to draw my dad's, but he probably doesn't want to be a model for me..."

Song Fengwan stopped with his fingers, nodded without talking to him again.

Seeing that she was unwilling to speak, the boy was a little anxious. He glanced at a group of people standing at the back door, wearing black clothes, with a cold face, and his heart was so scared that he was shocked.

"Sir, who are you looking for?" Because of the nervousness, the boy's voice was a little dumb.

Song Fengwan turned around and was surprised to see Fu Chen.

"Why are you here?"

"Pick you home." Fu Chen completely ignored the boy, "Is it over?"

"I'll wash my hands, wait a moment." Song Fengwan didn't dare to ask Fu Chen to wait for her, so he packed his things and walked to the bathroom.

Fu Chen walked out of the classroom and stood outside waiting. The boy also packed up his things. Seeing that he had a good relationship with Song Fengwan, he wanted to get close to him. Before he could get to the side, Fu Chen raised his eyes.

Four eyes are opposite.

The boy shuddered, "That... Hello, are you Song Fengwan's brother?"

Fu Chen fiddled with the Buddhist beads with his fingers, and looked at him steadily.

"I am her classmate." The boy was already crying because he saw him.

Fu Chen grew up with the old man of the Fu family. He has not learned anything else since he was a child, and his aura has always been stable.

"Like her?" Fu Chen thought that Song Fengwan should wash his hands quickly, but he still had to fight quickly.

The boy didn't expect Fu Chen to be so direct and blush.

"I'm not, I..." He subconsciously wanted to defend himself. What students fear most is their parents and teachers, and early love is even more taboo.

"No?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

"We are just classmates."

"It's not the best. She needs to concentrate on studying now. I don't want anyone to disturb her. If someone harasses her, I won't be polite."

His tone was not tepid, but his aura was full, and he was obviously warning him.

The boy's face changed a little, and it was even more pale than the wall. "Brother Song, I'll leave first."

"My surname is not Song, nor is it her brother." Fu Chen said in a gentle tone, and added, "It's not her uncle."

The boy left with a pale face, thinking along the way that he was not his brother or his uncle? Why did they live together?

The person beside Fu Chen was laughing. If he was seen by his friends from the Third Master, he would be so crazy that he would laugh.

Intimidate the children?

In Fu Chen's eyes, there are only love rivals, no age difference.

**

When Song Feng came out late, except for the teacher on duty in charge of locking the door, Fu Chen and a few others were there.

"San Master, why did you come here today?"

"Come back from the old house and pass by." Fu Chen sent off his love rival and was in a good mood.

The group of people behind him were completely speechless.

Can you tell me the truth? It is clearly here to pick me up.

After the two got into the car, Song Fengwan saw Fu Xinhan squatting in the car.

Wearing a mouth cover, with resentment on his face, his eyelids drooped, and his eyes seemed to be shining, which was so pitiful.

"Why are you wearing it?" Song Fengwan reached out and stroked its head. Fu Xinhan didn't bite people, so he didn't have to do this at all when he went out.

"That's what you should do if you do something wrong."

"Can I unlock it now?"

Fu Chen nodded.

Song Fengwan hurriedly helped it unbutton the buttons behind the mouth cover, and Fu Xinhan hurriedly arched to her, feeling very intimate.

It now understands who is the real mother. It turns out that it was the wrong thigh before.

He stayed by her and refused to leave.

Fu Chen sneered: The little guy is quite good at changing with the wind.

**

After driving home for three or four minutes, Fu Xinhan was beside Song Fengwan and never left.

"I took chicken soup from the old house, drank it before going to bed." Fu Chen looked at Song Fengwan.

"Yes." As soon as she changed her shoes, Fu Xinhan rubbed against her feet and kept licking her feet to show her closeness.

"Come here." Fu Chen lowered his eyes.

Fu Xinhan raised his foot and pulled Song Fengwan's clothes, obviously asking for help.

"It's okay, it's so well-behaved." Since Fu Xinhan scared Cheng Tianyi away, her favorability for it has soared.

Fu Chen stopped talking, Fu Xinhan shook his tail and followed Song Fengwan into the living room. When he passed by Fu Chen, he glanced at him with great arrogance.

He actually put a mouth cover on him, hum—

The dog is now protected by someone, so I am not afraid of you anymore.

The people around him were laughing and arrogant. This dog wanted to go to heaven and dared to shy face to the third master? I was afraid he was going to commit suicide?

Fu Chen chuckled, and it turns out that anyone who gives me the things he wants is not enough to do with his brain.

At this moment, a man who was climbing a snow-capped mountain in the west suddenly sneezes, "Damn it, the altitude is too high, it's so cold, I'm going to freeze to death."

**

Uncle Nian helped put the chicken soup brought back by Fu Chen into a bowl, which was steaming hot and fragrant.

"You stay alone in the studio for so long every day? Isn't it safe?" Fu Chenjing said unintentionally.

"I want to draw more time." Song Fengwan was smiling and bent down for Fu Xinhan Shunmao. Drawing required space, and it was already very disturbing that she lived here. How could she have the nerve to ask Fu Chen to make a special room for her?

Fu Chen is too smart and immediately understands what she wants?

"I will have someone clean up the room on the far right of the second floor, where you can draw it."

"that……"

"The storage room has been empty."

"Then please trouble you." Song Fengwan turned his head and smiled at him.

The beauty smiled and was charming.

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes, his throat tightened a little, and he gently moved his eyes away.

"I just heard you chatting with that boy. Do you need a model?"

The people around him were confused. Is the Third Master planning to recommend himself?

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I'm afraid that a certain dog is really a little floating... Haha

Fu Xinhan: Hold your thighs tightly and eat with meat.

Third Master, are you going to be a model for someone, is it really good to be so proactive?
Chapter completed!