Chapter 45 Clothes Fall Out

  Song Fengwan looked at the man sitting not far away, holding a charcoal pencil and drawing the outline on the drawing paper according to the proportion.

  Fu Shen hasn't done anything else, just staring at her like this, staring at her upset.

  She quickly sketched on the drawing paper. She clearly knew that she could not finish painting at all in one night. She could only remember all the details on his face as much as possible.

  Including all the gloss on the skin, every inch...

   must be deeply imprinted in the mind.

  She didn't want to trouble Fu Shen every day.

  After drawing for more than an hour, she withdrew the pen still intently, “San Ye, it’s almost the end today, it’s really troublesome for you.”

   "Going to bed?" Fu Chen didn't speak for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse, and it was even more low in the empty room.

   "I will be busy for a while." Song Fengwan cleaned up the drawing tools at hand.

  She has lived here for so long, and Fu Chen knows that she does not go to bed until about one o’clock every day and wakes up at five o’clock in the morning to recite vocabulary. Others envy her for her excellent grades. That’s because she didn’t see the hard work behind her.

  Whether she is relying on the Song family or the Qiao family, she can choose a more comfortable lifestyle. He can think of why she works so hard.

   "Take a rest and be busy again."

   "Well, thank you today." Song Fengwan did not expect Fu Chen to be so cooperative.

   "No need to thank you, you can do me a favor too."

   "What can I do for you?" Song Fengwan packed up his painting tools and wiped the lead ink on his fingers with a wet tissue.

   "I bought a new mobile phone, and I don't know how to use it." Fu Chen said and took out a brand new Apple 6s from his bathrobe pocket.

  "You have changed your phone." Song Fengwan was surprised, "Apples are all up to 8, why did you buy a 6."

  Fu Shen had a calm tone, "I like it."

  Song Fengwan walked over and took his mobile phone. It was brand new, and even fingerprints were not set.

"Actually, follow the above steps to set it up first, and then download some common software. Is the phone card inserted?" Song Fengwan sat on the sofa next to Fu Shen, separated from him. distance.

   "Put it in." Fu Chen tilted his head to look at her, and the warm light made her face more delicate and soft.

  Song Fengwan held the phone upside down, "Come here and take your fingerprints."

  Fu Shen Yiyan moved half an inch toward her, her clothes rubbed, and the distance between the two of them instantly narrowed.

  "How to enter?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

   "Just put it here." Song Fengwan pointed to one place, concentrated on his mobile phone, completely unaware that the two were so close.

  After recording his fingerprints, Fu Chen stretched out his hand to press on the back of his neck and rubbed it twice. He kept a posture just now, which was really uncomfortable.

  "Do you need to download any software?" Song Fengwan turned his head and glanced at Fu Shen.

   "What you usually do, help me get some." His tone was flat and his eyes were deep.

  Song Fengwan downloaded his favorite software, turned around and handed him the phone, "San Ye, it's all right."

   "Yeah." Fu Chen took the phone, glanced at it, and planned to get up and leave.

  It may be that he has been sitting for too long. He moved twice just now, and the belt around his waist was loosened a bit. As soon as he moved, when the waist was loosened, the bathrobe was loosened to the sides...

   Immediately exposed a large area of ​​bare skin, a strong chest, a lean and tough abdomen, and the sharply defined abdominal muscles were all clearly visible.

  His skin is very white, and the light is falling, as if a layer of gold powder is hot.

  Most of the upper body is exposed.

  Song Fengwan was dumbfounded.

This……

   exposed!

  "Look at it?" Fu Chen twisted his eyebrows, his expression slightly tight.

   Waiting for Song Fengwan to react, a pair of warm hands fell on her face and swiped her face to one side.

   "Turn around, don't move."

  Song Feng’s breathing stopped at night, his hands were still on his face, and her entire face was red and hot.

  She accidentally threw herself on Fu Chen before. Her fingers had stayed on his chest. She knew clearly that Fu Chen did not look so weak on the surface, his body was well structured, and his muscles relaxed.

  That's not as shocking as seeing it in person.

  She stiffened and didn't dare to move. His fingers moved away from her face, feeling a little soft on the sofa beside her. Knowing that he had gotten up and tidied up his clothes, she drooped her eyes, her fingers wringing uneasyly.

   "Song Fengwan." He rarely called her by name, and her heart jumped in shock.

  She raised her head subconsciously, but never thought that Fu Chenzheng bends over and leaned over to face her face. She raised her head suddenly, rubbed the tip of her nose, breathing entangled, and his lips were facing herself...

  The lip shape is thin and slightly upturned, as long as anyone moves it, it can touch it.

  He stretched out his hand to support the sofa behind her, confined her between the body and the sofa, and slightly pressed forward...

too close.

  Song Fengwan held his breath and looked at her carefully, his small face was stained with blood, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

   "What did you see just now?" He bent his mouth corners, and every time he vomited words, his breath would permeate her body.

  The gorgeous voice with a tail sound is especially nice.

   "No... I didn't see anything." Song Fengyan bit his lip, not daring to breathe.

   "Song Feng is late, it's not good to lie." Fu Chen twisted his eyebrows, his expression slightly unhappy.

   "I didn't mean it, the situation just now..." It was obviously that he didn't tie his belt, so I blame her.

   "Did you still see it?"

  Song Feng nodded late, she was not blind.

  Fu Shen smiled suddenly, and then pulled away and left, "Get a break early."

  After finishing speaking, he left directly.

  Song Feng sits on the sofa late, his face is red and bleeding, the rush has not faded.

  Why is he smiling at himself?

  Don’t just take a look? It's not going to kill people.

   Just when she was stunned, the mobile phone in her pocket vibrated, and her body shook in fright. She took the mobile phone and glanced at it. It was her mother, which gave her a long sigh of relief.

   "Hey—Mom."

  "Don't rest yet?" Qiao Aiyun's voice is always loving and soft.

   "Well, I'll go to bed right away."

   "In some days in October, I will go to Wu Su to give your grandfather winter clothes, and then I will go to Beijing to see you."

  Song Fengwan nodded with a smile, "Okay, don't you work too hard..."

  Qiao Aiyun said this, indicating that she was going home, fearing that she was about to deal with the illegitimate daughter. When her mother came back, she instantly felt that she was backed, and her heart fell to the ground.

  **

  Song Feng talked to Qiao Aiyun in the room for more than half an hour. Fu Chen was in a good mood tonight and couldn't sleep at night. He went to the backyard to drag Fu Xinhan out of his nest and wanted to take him out for a walk.

  Fu Xinhan pulled his head, almost forcibly pulled out by him.

  Wuyang Wuyang is reluctant to leave.

   "Would you like to go?" Fu Chen twisted his eyebrows.

  Fu Xinhan immediately shook his head and waved his tail, grinning at him.

   knows that scaring dogs is inhuman.

  Abnormal, who walks the dog in the middle of the night!

  San Ye, you are too much! Don't bring such a fun, you just take it off completely. I'm sure if anyone sees it, shameless, really!

  San Ye: The belt problem...

  Fu Xinhan: Some people here abuse small animals.

  San Ye: Huh? what did you say?

  Fu Xinhan: [Grinning]

  *

  [Winter Clothes Festival] is a ritual festival on the first day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar every year. It is called the three "ghost festivals" together with Qingming and Zhongyuan Festival. It is generally used to burn warm clothes for the dead relatives.

   By the way, there is also a popular science. Someone asked what the strolling chicken is, but it is actually a stupid chicken. It is the kind of chicken that is raised in the countryside, which is different from the broiler.

  (End of this chapter)