Chapter 41 Intimidating rivals, a certain dog wants to go to heaven

  In the painting room, Song Fengwan half-rolled her sleeves, her long hair was loose, and she was painting on a plaster model not far away. The light made her small face look like moonlight.

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

  "I haven't thought about it yet." Song Fengwan's movements kept moving.

  "Let’s paint familiar people. I want to paint my dad, but he probably wouldn’t want to be a model for me..."

  Song Fengwan paused with his fingers, pursed his lips and nodded without talking.

  The boy saw that she was reluctant to speak, and was a little anxious. Yu Guang glanced at a group of people standing in the back door. His face was cold and his heart jumped in fright.

   "Sir, who are you looking for?" The boy's voice was slightly dry and dumb because of nervousness.

  Song Fengwan turned around and saw Fu Chen a little surprised.

   "Why are you here?"

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

   "I'm going to wash my hands, wait a minute." Song Fengwan dare to let Fu Chen wait for her, and walk to the bathroom after packing up his things.

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

  Four eyes face each other.

  The boy was agitated, "That...Hello, are you Song Fengwan’s brother?"

  Fu Shen fiddled with the Buddhist beads and looked at him firmly.

   "I am her classmate." The boy was already crying by him.

  Fu Shen grew up with the old man of the Fu family. Since he was young, he hasn't learned anything else, so his aura has always been stable.

   "Like her?" Fu Chen wondered whether Song Fengwan should wash his hands quickly, or whether he should make a quick decision.

  The boy did not expect Fu Chen to be so direct and flushed.

  "I am not, I..." He subconsciously has to defend himself. What students fear most is their parents and teachers. Puppy love is even more taboo.

   "No?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

  "We are just classmates."

  "Not the best. She has to concentrate on studying now. I don't want anyone to disturb her. If someone harass her, I won't be polite."

  The tone was tepid, but full of aura, obviously warning him.

  The boy's face changed a bit, and it was paler than the color of the wall. "That Brother Song, I'm leaving now."

   "My last name is not Song, nor is her brother." Fu Chen said warmly, and added, "Not her uncle."

  The boy left with a blank face, thinking along the way, not his brother or uncle? How do they live together?

  The person on Fu Shen's side was suffocating a smile. If this were seen by San Ye's friends, he would have laughed wildly.

   actually intimidate children?

  In Fu Chen's eyes, there are only rivals, not age.

  **

  When Song Feng came out late, the whole studio except for the teacher on duty who was responsible for locking the door, only a few people from Fu Chen were there.

   "San Ye, why are you here today?"

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

  The group of people behind him was completely speechless.

  Can you still have a truth in your mouth? Obviously, he was here specifically to pick people up.

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

  Wearing a muzzle, with a look of resentment, he pulled his eyelids, and there seemed to be water in his eyes, which was terribly pitiful.

  "Why do you wear it?" Song Fengwan stretched out his hand and stroked his head. Fu Xinhan didn't bite, so he didn't have to go out like this.

   "That's how it should be when you do something wrong."

   "Then can I unlock it now?"

  Fu Shen nodded.

  Song Fengwan hurriedly helped her unbutton the back of her muzzle, and Fu Xinhan hurriedly arched on her body, very affectionate.

  It can now be regarded as knowing who is the mother, it turned out to be the wrong thigh before.

  Lai died by her side and refused to leave.

  Fu Shen Qingkuo: Little things, it's quite meeting the windshield.

  **

  Drive home for three or four minutes, Fu Xinhan Lai has not left by Song Fengwan's side.

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

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

   "Come here." Fu lowered his eyes.

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

   "It's okay, it's so good." Since Fu Xinhan scared Cheng Tianyi away, her affection for it has soared.

  Fu Shen stopped talking. Fu Xinhan wagged his tail and followed Song Feng into the living room late. When passing by Fu Chen, he glanced at him with arrogance.

   actually put on a muzzle for him, hum——

  The dog is now being guarded, so I’m not afraid of you anymore.

  The people around are smiling and arrogant, this dog is going to heaven, dare to shake his face for the third master? I'm afraid I'm going to die?

  Fu Shen chuckled lightly. As expected, whoever gave it to him, his brain was not enough.

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

  **

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

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

   "I want to draw more time." Song Fengwan was smiling and bending over to Fu Xinhan to smooth the hair, painting needs space, she has been very disturbed living in, so I am so embarrassed to let Fu Chen vacate a room for her.

  Fu Shen is too good, immediately understand what she wants?

   "I will let someone clean up the rightmost room on the second floor, and you can paint there."

"That one……"

   "The storage room is always empty."

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

  The beauty smiled, charming and charming.

  Fu Shen squinted his eyes, his throat tightened a little, and he moved his eyes slightly.

   "I just listened to you chatting with that guy, do you need a model?"

  The people around are stunned, San Ye is planning to recommend himself?

  A certain dog is a bit floating, I'm afraid it's not really...Haha

  Fu Xinhan: Hold your thighs tightly for meat to eat.

  San Ye, you want to be a model for people, is it really good to be so proactive?

  [Actually, my dog ​​kept staring at me while wearing a muzzle. It was a real stare. I felt like he hated me at that time and gave me a face. I...]

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