Fu Chen had already packed up a room to draw for Song Fengwan. After class at 10 o'clock, she packed up her things and went home.

"Fengwan, I'm back very early today." The teacher Gao Xue shook his hands and smiled. After half a month of contact, she probably knew the situation of the girl in front of her.

The family is well-off, and the food and clothing cost cannot be said to be the best. Some of them are not affordable by ordinary people. They are low-key and docile, and are very diligent.

The students gathered here all wanted to improve their art exam results suddenly. Many of them were sent by their parents, and there were many people who gave her red envelopes and gifts, but she had never seen any elders of Song Fengwan.

"Well, it's too cold tonight, I want to go home early." Song Fengwan naturally wouldn't explain so much to her, packing up her things and saying hello and leaving first.

There are many electric cars or cars parked outside the studio, most of which are parents coming to pick them up.

"...It's cold outside, so you'll wear more clothes and go out, you'll be disobedient. I bought you a cup of tofu on the way and covered your hands."

"I don't like to eat this, I told you not to buy it!"

"If you don't eat, just warm up. I'll eat it. After studying for so long, are you hungry? I'll take you to eat something before going back..."

A mother and daughter rode an electric bike past her.

Qiu Feng was cold, Song Fengwan gritted his teeth, and his chest was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.

She quickly turned around and suddenly saw a man in white robeing at her with a smile. The fox eyes under the light narrowed into a thin line, cunning and harmless.

"Miss Song, the third master asked us to pick you up." Shifang had already copied her hand and took her painting folder before she could react.

"I'm so troublesome." Song Fengwan caught a glimpse of the man in black standing beside her, cold and solemn, as if wrapped in frost, and didn't even give her a look from beginning to end.

"You're welcome, you should get in the car quickly, it's so cold outside." This was also the first time Shifang had come into contact with Song Fengwan.

Just like Uncle Nian said, he was well-behaved and polite, and had no airs at all.

Song Fengwan got into the car, Shifang helped her put the painting clip, closed the car door, and then looked at the man in front of her seriously.

"Lao Jiang, he is a little girl. Can you stop showing off a bad face and scare her to death?"

Qianjiang frowned, his face was like this, and he had never seen it scared people to death.

Shifang lowered his voice and leaned over, "This is our wife in the future. Let's make a good relationship first. You can laugh at someone."

Qianjiang pursed his lips, pulled the corners of his mouth, and showed a slightly tragic smile.

The corners of his mouth twitched twice.

"You'd better stop laughing, it's even more scary."

"Has you been beaten up on your face? Your expression is out of control? I made you smile, and you were so fucking terrifying."

"Just your face, this beauty camera can't save you."

...

Qianjiang sat directly into the driver's seat, too lazy to pay attention to someone who was still chattering.

The Fu family is taciturn and rarely meets a chatterbox. Song Fengwan talks along the way, and the depression in his heart seems to have dissipated a lot.

"Miss Song, it's a little cold outside. Do you want to turn on the heating?" Shifang sat in the passenger seat and turned his head to look at Song Fengwan.

"No, it'll be here soon."

"My name is Shifang. The big black man who drives the car is Qianjiang. He is born with such a dead face. Don't be afraid. If you don't mind, you can call us brother."

"Yes." Song Fengwan smiled.

The big black man who had been silent finally moved his lips, "Brother? You are looking for death."

His voice was the same as he was.

Dry and rough.

elder brother?

Where did he put the third master?

He clearly wanted to take advantage of the Third Master? His vengeful nature is not as good as his.

Song Fengwan bit his lip, not quite understanding what the words of Hei Da meant? Can't you call me brother? Could you call me uncle?

**

When the three of them arrived home, Fu Chen was still sitting in the living room.

Song Fengwan frowned: This Mr. Fu is really strange. What news broadcast should I watch in the middle of the night?

"You're back? Come and have something to eat." Uncle Nian called Song Fengwan over.

"San Master, let's start after I finish eating." Song Fengwan did not forget to ask Fu Chen to do a modeling sketch for her tonight.

"Then I'll go up first." Fu Chen got up and went back to the room.

He needs to prepare.

Song Feng ate two quick bites quickly, and then carried the painting clip upstairs, for fear that Fu Chen would be anxious.

When she entered the room on the far right of the second floor, Fu Chen did not arrive. The room was tidy and there were several paintings hanging on the wall. The yellow wallpaper was warm under the yellow light.

Easels and drawing tools are also available.

While Fu Chen was coming, Song Fengwan made all the preliminary preparations and waited quietly.

In just two or three minutes, the door was pushed.

Song Fengwan was stunned.

He was wearing a white bathrobe that was above the knee, and a white belt was tied to his slender waist. As he walked, the collar was slightly open, revealing a small piece of white muscle, with a clear texture.

Holding a towel in his hand, he wiped his hair freely and casually, sitting directly on the small sofa not far from Song Fengwan.

"What do I need to do?" He hung the towel around his neck, and water was still dripping at the ends of his hair. The clear water droplets rolled down his forehead, cheeks, along his neck, collarbone...

Keep going down.

It slid across his skin inch by inch. The water stain seemed to have magical power and caught fire. Song Fengwan's face turned red by scalding.

he……

Why do you dress like this?

"Why don't you talk? What do I need to do and how far away is appropriate..." Fu Chen saw her dazed, but instead stood up and leaned over, "Is it more convenient to get closer?"

His breath was a little cold, and it fell on her face, but it turned into a wave of heat.

Song Fengwan's heart was thumping, and his ears were all red.

Fu Chen squinted his eyes, suddenly reached out and pinched her earlobe...

Soft and hot.

"You..." Song Fengwan was sitting on a stool, and was so scared that he almost fell to the ground.

"The face is so red, and the ears are so hot?"

"No!" Song Fengwan was so scared that he was so scared that he always came over suddenly.

Fu Chen suddenly smiled, that distance...

It seems that as soon as he bows his head, he can...

Kiss her.

Song Fengwan really felt that he was on the verge of dying, and his throat was so hot that it was smoking.

"I see that many of the plaster models in your studio are naked..." Fu Chen's voice was clear, with a gorgeous tail sound, which made people's hearts tremble.

"No need to take off your clothes, just sit down. I'm learning to draw human faces now."

Where did she get the courage to let Fu Chen take off his clothes?

"Then what kind of distance is appropriate and is the close point clearer?"

"No, just sit there, just be as easy as you want." Song Fengwan bit his lip.

Yu Guang glanced at the small piece of skin exposed by Fu Chen, his muscles were well-proportioned and his lines were smooth, and his whole body was still emitting heat.

It seems like a wave of heat is overwhelming, causing people to be upset.

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It's so fatal!

Third Master, do your parents know that you are so good at flirting? Wanwan is painting, you are ready to be a ghost!

Even the flirts can't stand it anymore.

I can't stand it anymore [cover your face]

Third Master: It’s not for you to show it, close your eyes!

I:……

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