Chapter 217 Brother Sanye Kengyan

   Yan Wangchuan glanced upstairs, his thick eyebrows furrowed, "I'll take a look."

Although Huaisheng was a child, it was brought by Fu Chen. I was afraid that it would not be a good thing. If the two of them are angry, they will smash the night...

  Qiao Aiyun came out of the kitchen, "Wait a minute, I will go up with you." She wiped the water stains on her hands with the apron hanging around her neck.

  Song Fengwan is not feeling well, so she is naturally uneasy.

  She was about to walk upstairs as she said, but before her foot reached the stairs, she was stopped by Yan Wangchuan.

   "What are you doing?" Qiao Aiyun smiled, "Go up together, don't you want to go up too."

   Yan Wangchuan kept his face calm and said nothing.

  It was only then that he realized that he and Fu Shen had united their front on the thief ship from the very beginning.

Because this is destined to be before he and Song Fengwan go public. As long as he is there, he must cover the two of them. If the relationship is revealed, Fu Chen reveals that the two of them had conspired and went together, fearing that it would affect his impression in Qiao Aiyun’s heart. .

  This is not the most important thing. If she knows that her daughter is in love, Song Fengwan’s life will be difficult.

  Adolescent girls are sensitive and they are stepfathers. If they hate themselves, it will be more difficult to repair the relationship.

   Fu Shen, this kid.

  Sure enough, asshole.

  This brings yourself to the pit.

   "What are you doing? Let me go up." Qiao Aiyun smiled, why stopped her.

  "Didn't you say that you were uncomfortable late and night? Did you take medicine?" Yan Wangchuan suddenly raised his voice.

  Qiao Aiyun frowned, why did she speak so loudly?

  The Huaisheng upstairs immediately knocked on the door alertly, "Uncle San...someone is coming."

  Fu Shen has gotten out of bed at this moment, and is sitting at Song Feng’s evening table looking at her gouache painting, "Huaisheng, come in."

  Huaisheng opened the door, Fu Chen raised his hand to signal him to go, Huaisheng walked to the room softly, and walked to him, only to see a painting of himself.

  He giggled, "Good-looking."

  Fu Shen smiled.

  In just half a minute, Qiao Aiyun arrived in the room and saw Fu Chen and Huaisheng looking at the painting, so she didn't think much about it, walked to Song Fengwan's side, watched her sleep deeply, and helped her get rid of the quilt.

  Yan Wangchuan stood at the door and did not enter.

  A few people came downstairs, Qiao Aiyun led Huaisheng and walked in front, Fu Chen and Yan Wangchuan walked side by side.

   "Mr. Yan, thank you." Fu Shen said that the temperature was mild, and Huaisheng had already told him about the matter. He only confided in Yan Wangchuan's voice, and he should be thankful.

   Yan Wangchuan gave a cold snort, a little annoyed.

  He thought that the alliance had collapsed, so he drew a clear line with him. Whoever wanted to have to go with him.

  Fu Shen chuckled, “In our relationship, it’s difficult for you to retreat from your body. It seems that you will have to trouble Mr. Yan to take care of it in the future.”

   Yan Wangchuan strode forward, catching up with Qiao Aiyun, ignoring Fu Shen.

  I hated Fu Chen in my heart.

   stabbed a knife in the back and dug such a deep hole for him.

  **

When it was almost time for dinner, Song Fengwan came downstairs warmly, wearing plush pajamas, his face lost blood, abdominal cramps, thigh nerve spasm-like cramps, and even breathing effort, he slept. Feeling more comfortable, I can't always lift the energy.

   "Is it better?" Qiao Aiyun helped her sit down.

  She shook her head and looked sad.

  After a long time, Fu Chen felt that her chin was quite sharp and her face was pale, which made him feel distressed.

   "I cooked brown sugar porridge for you. I really don't want to eat it. Drink some and go to sleep."

   "Hmm." The voice is small and small.

  Half of the meal, her mobile phone vibrated. She took the mobile phone and was the teacher of the remedial class. Then she straightened up and cleared her throat.

   "Hey, teacher." When everyone heard the call from the teacher, they stopped speaking.

  The two chatted for a few minutes and then hung up.

   "What's the matter?" Qiao Aiyun looked concerned, "I need to ask for leave if I don't go to the studio?"

   "No, she told me that the school recruitment exam is about to start, and there are several official websites of the Academy of Fine Arts that are already available for registration this afternoon." Song Fengwan took the spoon and stirred the brown sugar porridge, mentioning the exam, inevitably nervous.

   "Which school do you want to go to?" Qiao Wangbei said, "Go to Wu Su's side. Your cousin and I are here and can take care of you."

   "Nanjiang is not good?" Yan Wangchuan said.

   Fu Shen was silent, privately wishing her to go to the capital.

  Four years of university, if you are further studying, you will have to take longer, long-distance relationship?

  He can't stand it.

   "If the time doesn't conflict, I want to take two more exams. I can't put Bao on the same school. What if I don't pass the exam?" Song Feng glanced at Fu Shen as he spoke late.

   Yan Wangchuan: "How do I take the exam? Go to the local area?"

   "It should be, but many art academies have set up many test centers across the country, usually in several large cities."

  Fu Shen continued, "If several academies of fine arts have set up test centers in the same city, you can go there to prepare for the test, and you can also run back and forth across the provinces. It’s tiring even if you don’t have the same city."

  Qiao Aiyun nodded, “It’s really good to take a good look. The school recruitment time is too close, so I really need to think about it.”

  Most American colleges and universities recruit students in January and February, and they have to return to campus to prepare for cultural courses in March.

   "Then I will go upstairs to watch and turn on the computer." Song Fengwan had no appetite at first, so he put down his spoon and walked upstairs.

  **

She went back to the room holding a hot water bottle, turned on the computer, and started to browse the official websites of several art academies mentioned by the teacher. It took more than ten minutes. Someone knocked on the door and entered. She thought it was her mother, without raising her head, while browsing the web. Head down and record relevant information.

  Some schools or time and place conflicts, it may not be possible to apply for the exam, she has to delete it.

   Suddenly felt that man’s voice came from behind, "Does my stomach hurt anymore?"

  Song Feng was taken aback in the evening, "Why are you here?" She subconsciously glanced at the bedroom door.

  After a few minutes, Fu Chen said, “If your stomach is uncomfortable, you can sleep for a while, and I will help you sort out the school information.”

   "Will you?" Song Fengwan was suspicious.

   Fu Shen smiled, "Go to sleep, what can I not do."

  Fu Chen felt a little uncomfortable with his wife’s despising her behavior.

  Is it possible that in her heart, she is a love mind, except for falling in love, she can do nothing else?

  Song Fengwan had no energy on her body, so she simply got into the bed. When she was dazed, she heard the sound of Fu Chen tapping the keyboard, and her heart was very calm and stable for no reason.

  It seems that he is by his side, so I don’t have to worry about anything.

  He can really shield himself from wind and rain.

  **

  Fu Shen sat in front of her computer, helped her integrate school information, held a pen, and stared at the notebook for a long time.

  Many schools have many test centers outside the province. Beijing is the national political and cultural center. Many schools have set up test centers either in Beijing or in cities around Beijing.

  This includes Wu Su and Nanjiang Academy of Fine Arts.

   Fu Shen smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if thinking of how to let his daughter-in-law go home with him.

  Haha, did everyone think that the brother would actually help the third master to cover?

  San Ye’s pit is too deep, brother is too upright, hehe~

  *

  Today Laba, I wish you all a happy Laba Festival~

  (End of this chapter)