Chapter 154 The secret of the two, I kind of like him (1 more)

  After eating this meal, Song Fengwan is still a little dull, occasionally seeing Qiao Xiyan in contact with him, there is an illusion of a guilty conscience...

   "Why don't you eat?"

   "I'm eating." Song Feng bowed his head and pulled the rice.

  I had to go to see Fu Chen secretly again. She felt that she was doing bad things, and she could still sit still like Zen.

  Just after dinner, Duan Linbai’s people arrived. They were nothing more than giving away some of the children’s daily necessities, even books and stationery. They were properly placed under the arrangement of Uncle Nian before taking Huaisheng to the bedroom for a look.

  He used to have a poor and humble room, which is incomparable to this one. Uncle Nian taught him how to use various things and gave him a bath by the way.

  Qiao Xiyan naturally went back to the room to continue polishing his jade, but Song Fengwan, wandering around the room five steps one by one, feeling nervous.

  **

  About a little more, her phone vibrated twice...

  【Why haven't you come yet? 】

  What's wrong with this person? Started urging again.

  【Or I will go to your room? 】

  Song Fengwan was so frightened that she ran out with her mobile phone.

   Peeping around like a thief, he knocked on Fu Shen's door timidly.

  It's still the same place, the **** of the old place, when did he and himself start to have the same place?

  At first glance, this ordinary person thought they had done some shameful deeds.

   "The door is unlocked." Fu Chen's voice came faintly across the door panel.

  Song Fengwan hurriedly pushed the door and got in, then turned to lock the door.

   "Why are you locking the door?" Fu Chen smiled low and glanced at her clothes.

  Living in the mountains last night, everyone slept with their clothes. She had changed her pajamas, her crescent moon was white, and she was pulling a pair of open-toed slippers. Fu Chen suddenly felt like she was on it last night...

  Slim and soft.

   "I..." Song Fengwan was speechless when he asked.

   "I'm not doing shamelessness." Fu Chen Qingqiang, patted the position beside him, "Come and sit."

  Fu Shen wore a thin gray sweater, simple and smooth, sitting on the side of the bed.

  Sit on the bed?

  Song Fengwan hesitated.

   "Why are you stunned? Come here, I'll apply the medicine to the wound on your hand." Fu Chen took out the medicine box behind him, which was blocked by him before Song Fengwan didn't see it.

   "Put medicine?" She coughed twice.

   "Otherwise, what do you think you are going to do?" Fu Chen tilted his head to look at her, his face narrow.

  Song Fengwan shook his head and sat down beside him, with a so-called safe distance.

  Just make it clear on the medicine, what the old place is, it's like the underground organization is cryptic.

  As soon as she sat down, Fu Chen suddenly moved forward an inch and stretched his hand across her neck. He seemed to have just washed his hands, his fingertips were cold, and she was shocked to breathe, and she subconsciously hid behind...

  "Don't move." The tone showed an inexplicable deterrent.

  Song Fengwan tightened his fingers on the bed sheet, watching Fu Chen get closer and closer, until the whole person came over...

  Hair opened, his fingers gently moved the pajama collar down an inch, revealing a small piece of delicate collarbone, his breath splashed, like hot oil, causing sparks in her heart.

   "Does it hurt?" he asked in a low voice, as if pressed against her ear.

   "It doesn't hurt." Song Fengwan tilted his head and turned his back to Fu Shen.

  "Apply a little ointment." Fu Chen was busy, and soon she felt his fingertips covering the wound and slowly pushed the ointment away.

  He has a chill on his fingertips, mixed with cool ointment.

   into the bones to produce cold.

   "Huh—" Fu Chen suddenly sighed against her neck.

  Song Fengwan stiffened all over, her heart stopped beating, unable to move.

   "Blow on and dry quickly, so that it won’t get on your clothes and smell."

  Fu Shen always speaks with his own reason.

  After he finished speaking, he started blowing heat on her neck again.

  Song Fengwan shrank, and the heat seemed to fall in her ears, making her itchy all over. A strange feeling made her pores clamor and blood flowed backwards.

  The ears were rapidly congested and flushed, and the bright color spread to the entire neck at a speed visible to the naked eye...

   Gorgeous appearance.

   "Late night--" Fu Chen suddenly called her.

   "Huh?" Song Fengwan choked and bit his lip.

  Her skin is very white, dyed red, making it more beautiful, and he stroked her neck with his fingers.

  One day, I have to take a bite to see if I can bite out some water. It is incredibly tender.

   "Before Huaisheng said..."

  Song Fengwan just wanted to cry, the one who should come will come.

   "San Ye, it was not like this at the time. That Cheng Lan kept persecuting me and told me not to like you. I was forced by her to say that."

   "She forced you? Tell you not to like me?" Fu Chen's eyes were deep.

"Ok."

   "You can just say that you don't like it, this is not the end, why have to say that."

  Fu Shen asked Song Fengwan speechlessly.

   seems to be the same.

  But...

  Let her swear that she will not like the person in front of her for the rest of her life.

  She didn’t know how to describe that feeling, but she didn’t want to.

   "If you say it, Cheng Lan will not pester you. She has been persecuting you. You are usually very clever. Why don't you get out of her if you don't fulfill her wish, and why bother to stimulate her like this."

  Song Fengwan bit her lips tightly, not knowing how to answer.

  Fu Shen suddenly reached out and touched her face, and with a slight force, he moved her head to his side...

  The distance between the two of them was drawn in an instant, and between a few minutes, there was entanglement and ambiguity.

   "You are usually so smart, but you can't turn the corner at a critical time. If I didn't arrive in time this time, you might be guilty."

  I don't want to say so, I am afraid I like him a little bit.

  Thinking of this possibility, Fu Chen felt very happy.

  His fingers slid lightly across her side of her face, and dropped into the hair, rubbing lightly.

  The feeling of ears and temples.

  It's so ambiguous that it makes one's heart trembling.

   "San Ye..."

   "I'm just annoying you like that?" Fu Chen frowned, "Or you don't like it?"

"I do not have."

   "Usually there are a lot of people, just call Sanye, now..." He touched her neck with his fingertips and rubbed it, making her heart beat fast.

  "Now there are only two of us, can't you call me third brother?"

  He has a sharp face and a sultry voice. Few people can bear such a stubborn and ambiguous relationship.

   "Why are you so enthusiastic about a title." Song Fengwan was breathing while speaking, for fear that the breath would fall on his face.

   "I feel comfortable hearing you call me that."

  Song Fengwan felt that he shouldn’t have fulfilled his wish like this, but still opened his mouth and screamed...

   "Three brothers."

   "Hmm." Fu Chen lowered his head and smiled, pulling his fingers away from her hair, and already withdrawing himself, opened the potion bottle with iodophor, took a cotton swab, and dipped a little, "Give me your hand."

  Song Fengwan was a little angry.

  Why is he led by the nose every time?

  Why should he feel comfortable?

  She passed her hand over, and Fu Chen grabbed it and lowered her head to help her treat the wound...

  She thought about Cheng Lan’s hysterical appearance, and yelled that Fu Chen liked her, he really liked her?

  "If there are outsiders, you can call my third master, or third uncle, it's up to you, privately, you can call my third brother."

  Fu Shen also thought about it in his heart. The little girl was shy, so he waited.

  To her...

  He has a lifetime of patience and time to spend with her.

   "In private?"

   "Only when we were two." Fu Chen lowered his head and sighed into the palm of her hand.

   "This is what you asked me? Can it be repaid?" Song Fengwan's head turned, she owed Fu Chen a lot of promises, and she had to pay it back.

  Fu Shen tilted his head to look at her. At this time, he was still thinking about paying off the debt.

   "Yes."

   "Well, that's it." Song Fengwan suddenly felt that her little brain was very agile and talented in doing business.

  "This is the secret that belongs to the two of us." Fu Chen leaned close to her, his throat dumb.

  The voice is low, like a devil, coaxing her.

  Song Fengwan nodded stiffly.

  After she returned to the house, she realized that something was wrong.

  Why is there a little secret between her and Fu Chen?

  What did you do like sneaking? Her heart was beating wildly, her face panicked.

  **

Not long after Song Fengwan left, someone knocked on Fu Chen's door.

   "Uncle San." Huaisheng was also cautious.

Fu Chen got up and opened the door. He had just taken a shower and was always blowing the mountain breeze. His skin was not as delicate as an ordinary child. It was a little dark. There were star-spotted frostbite on one side of his face. He was holding something in his hands and standing at the door, as if he had something to say. .

   "Come in." Fu Chen turned sideways and let him enter the house.

  Huaisheng handed him the bag in his hand, "Master asked me to give it to you. He said it was a thank you gift."

   "Well, come and sit." Fu Shenla sat on the edge of the bed.

   "Uncle San, as a monk, the little monk cannot lie to you."

"what?"

   "Uncle San, you are exposed."

  Fu Shen made eyebrows, "exposed?"

   "Today, the auntie Zhugan told her sister that you like her, and she doesn't seem to believe it."

  Where did Fu Shen know that Cheng Lan dared to knock him off.

  This vest is all off, and he is still here to tease her just now, pretending to be a wolf with a big tail?

  This woman can make a three-foot wave even if there is no wind.

   "Uncle San, am I doing the right thing?"

   "Well, the third uncle is chasing her, you have to help the third uncle, after the things are done, you will also accumulate merits and be easy to practice."

   "I know." Huaisheng nodded seriously, and it seemed that he would have to work harder in the future.

Master    said that monks must save all sentient beings and help all sentient beings through disasters.

  This is Sanshu’s marriage tribulation, and I want to help him overcome the tribulation.

  Thinking of this layer, he suddenly felt that he was awesome.

  **

  Fu Shen sent Huaisheng back to the room, thinking that Song Fengwan didn’t believe this. He couldn’t tell what it was like, so after a nap, he went to the small study to copy the Buddhist scriptures.

  And on the other side something more maddening happened.

  Qiao Xiyan is carving on a piece of jade. This is a delicate work that can't tolerate any mistakes. Just after the carving knife was dropped, I suddenly heard the sound of a wooden fish next door...

  His fingers shook, the carving knife slid off, and a slight scratch appeared on the jade.

  His pupils shrank suddenly.

  Followed by...

  The even and knotty sound of wooden fish pounded over.

  Huaisheng and Qiao Xiyan’s rooms are next to each other, and they belong to the same guest room. They are far away from the rooms of Fu Chen and Song Fengwan, and the sound can only make him noisy.

  Josie took a deep breath, grabbed the knife, and knocked on the door of the pregnant room.

  Huaisheng opened the door and watched him holding a sharp knife with a naive expression on his face.

   "Uncle Joe, what are you doing?"

"what are you doing?"

   "Let’s do lunch." He has a good-looking expression, not like lying.

   "Lunch class?"

   "There will be homework in the morning, at night, and at night. Uncle Qiao may also go to our temple to sit and participate in Buddhism when he is free."

  Josie Yan's face was cold.

   "Our temple is on Dongtou Mountain, which is very famous."

  Josie Yan gripped the carving knife in his hand, "You continue."

   "Uncle Qiao didn't have a family? You can go to our temple to ask for marriage..."

  Josie is no longer talking to him, the kid who fart, do you know what marriage is?

  After he returned to the house, he lost his interest in carving, but he felt distressed about the jade, thinking about how to save the knife.

It’s not that Huaisheng really wants to do his homework. Children are all playful, and so is him.

  It’s just that these few days have frequently relapsed.

   Lie and eat meat.

  Vicious karma in tongues, souls and flesh cannot be swallowed, grievances are hard to eliminate...

  "Buddha, the disciple did not intentionally break the precept, please forgive the sins, sins, sins..."

  He just chanted the scriptures to try to eliminate bad karma.

  In a blink of an eye, Uncle Nian gave him snacks, besides the candy, there was also a bag of beef jerky. He hesitated, but he reached out to the bag of beef jerky.

  **

  About four o'clock in the evening, Josie knocked on the door of the small study.

  Fu Chenfu copied the scriptures, with a serious and respectful look.

   "Something?" He raised his eyes and looked at Qiao Xiyan. He took the initiative to find himself?

  It is strange that even if they live under the same roof, they still meet and greet each other. Qiao Xiyan's face is cold, and few people talk about it.

   "I'm free in the evening, I invite you to dinner, and I plan to take you back to Yuncheng tomorrow and the next day."

  He paused with the tip of his pen and slipped an ink stain on the paper.

  There is a little secret between Sanye and Wanwan, I can’t tell you~ I can’t tell you~

  Huasheng, you have to help Sanye overcome the catastrophe, and he will buy you milk tea.

  Knock on wooden fish or something, you still don’t do it, that uncle is very fierce, really!

  Cousin, what are you doing with your knife?

  Scare kids?

  Cousin: I just took it...

  Pregnant:……

  (End of this chapter)