Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master’s Wife-Chasing Strategy

  Chapter 168 Tearing of Brother Yan? Three Masters Are Revenge (2 more)

   Yan Wangchuan’s little assistant was really scared.

  He followed Yan Wangchuan after graduation. It is strange to say that he would choose himself as his assistant for a very simple reason:

  Less words.

  He has other people to help take care of his usual work. His assistant is mainly responsible for driving and taking care of his daily life.

  However, he is usually strict with himself. He can do very limited things, but his work is easy.

  I didn't fall in love at the age of 40 or 50, and didn't even have a female partner. He usually had socializing. If the other party asked to bring a female partner, he would simply refuse, and there was no room for negotiation.

  You can bring anyone with you, and they don’t require a girlfriend or anything, but he never compromises and seems to be extra careless in this regard.

  I have been with him for so long, except for office communication, not fitness, but reading to enrich myself, and his private life is horribly clean.

  The old lady of the Yan family used to remind her.

  But no matter what method he uses, he will always use cold treatment. The old lady has nothing to do with him, and has let it go.

  This time, Yan Wangchuan suddenly dropped his job and came to Yuncheng. He was already very surprised, but he even tried with others, which directly frightened him.

  He is not a fool. He knows that Yan Wangchuan likes Qiao Aiyun, but the other party is not only married, but also has a daughter.

  He can only sigh that his boss is too crazy.

  But you don’t say anything. You have a dead face all day long. Does Ms. Qiao really know your infatuation?

   "President Yan, I don't know if I should say something?" Assistant Yu Guang glanced at him. You want to chase people, but you can't do that.

  "Since I don’t know whether to say it or not, don’t say it."

   Yan Wangchuan directly blocked him back with a word.

  The assistant closed his mouth in anger.

  You don’t even know that you look like a special one now: Are you a big fool with a silly smile?

  I just didn’t even look at it.

  Come on, you can go happily by yourself.

  **

  Tiansheng Community

  Song Fengwan concentrated on reviewing her homework in the room. She was injured before her right hand. She hadn't painted for a few days. She was worried about her hand during the exam, so she took a pen and scribbled on the paper.

  Sketch is a weak point, so it takes more time.

  She still thinks about Yan Wangchuan’s cute contrast today. She hasn’t painted Yan Wangchuan before, so she plans to draw a sketch of a character. The more she draws, the more wrong...

  This person...

  How come you look more and more like Fu Shen.

   terrible.

   "Late late?" Qiao Aiyun knocked on the door.

  Song Fengwan hurriedly tore off the drawing paper and put it away, "Mom, what's the matter?"

  Qiao Aiyun warmed her a glass of milk, "I’m going to take the exam, take more rest, don’t stay up late."

   "Hmm." Song Fengwan felt guilty.

  Qiao Aiyun took some of the sketches she put on the side. Although she didn’t know how to draw, she felt that the portraits of figures were naturally good. “Don’t think about things at home, I will take care of them.”

"Ok."

   "Then I won't disturb you, take a break early."

  Qiao Aiyun is worried that her studies will be affected by family affairs.

  I don’t know that someone else is affecting her study now.

  Send her mother out, Song Fengwan flattened out the drawing paper she put away. It was almost eleven o’clock after she glanced at it. She touched the phone and sent a message to Fu Chen.

【have you slept? 】

  After only a few seconds, there is a reply.

【No. 】

  [The information is returned so quickly? You are not playing on the phone, right? Song Feng drank milk late in the evening, she didn't even notice, and chatting with Fu Chen became more casual.

  【Hold your phone, afraid of missing your message. 】

  The corner of Song Fengwan’s mouth slowly evoked a faint arc. Hearing no movement outside, he got into the bed and called him.

   "Hey, San Ye——"

  Fu Shen frowned, slightly displeased, and during the day he called out the third brother affectionately. If he doesn’t need himself to be the third master? He responded indifferently.

   "A lot happened today."

   "Are they all resolved?" Fu Chen had received news from Yan Wangchuan a long time ago, but he couldn't expose the alliance relationship.

   "Well, you don't know how Uncle Yan is funny. He looked very cold and serious, with an unkind look. I didn't expect it to be cute sometimes. I saw his ears red today."

  Song Fengwan remembered what happened today. He was obviously so obedient in the police station. As soon as her mother passed by, he suddenly became obedient.

   "...I'm too old and still shy. My mother was picking food for him. He was obviously very happy, and he was very awkward to say no."

   "You don't know how cute and funny the contrast is."

  Song Feng talked about it in the evening for a long time, but did not see a reply. He thought the phone was hung up, "Hey, are you there anymore?"

   "In."

   "Why don't you speak?"

  "The person I like, praise other men in front of me, I still want to discuss with you happily?" Fu Chen naturally knew that Yan Wangchuan was not a threat to him, but he felt uncomfortable when she kept talking about others.

  Song Fengwan was stunned, "Uncle Yan is my elder."

   "You used to treat me as an elder."

  Song Fengwan was so angry that he was speechless.

"Angry?"

  Song Feng bit his lip late and said nothing.

   "I admit that I am very jealous."

  Not only is the vinegar vigorous, but also the vinegar is inexplicable.

   "I just care about you too much. We are talking too short every day. I hope this time..." His voice was low, helpless but spoiled.

   "In your eyes, in your heart, there is only me, and you only pay attention to me, can't you?"

  Song Fengwan stretched out his hand to cover his heart, and started again.

  What the **** does this old man want to do.

   "It's late, can't it?" His voice was deliberately low, and this tone was really hard to refuse.

   "Hmm." Song Feng responded late.

"obedient--"

  Song Fengwan blushed, and he kept changing the subject, "What are you up to today?"

   "Work." Fu Shen paused for two seconds, "Miss you."

  Song Fengwan felt that the topic could no longer continue, "I'm going to bed, good night."

  Fu Shen smiled lowly, "Good night, late night."

  Song Feng hung up the phone late in the evening, got out of the bed, his forehead, palms, and a thin layer of sweat on his chest. He was nervous when he was sneaking, but he kept teasing himself, it was almost...

  Just hung up the phone, the WeChat message reminded her that she called, and Fu Chen sent her two little human expressions.

   She gritted her teeth. The old cadre who didn’t even play with smartphones before, now even plays with emojis so slippery?

   Take a sip of milk to calm down.

  **

  Fu Shen finished his expression, but after a long time he didn't wait for a reply, he smiled with the tip of his tongue against his cheek.

  If you meet next time, it's not just an emoticon.

  He was just about to go to bed, but he didn't expect Yan Wangchuan to call.

   "Hey--" Fu Chen spoke to him, naturally not as gentle as before.

   "I heard that you called a lawyer specially for me, it's troublesome." Yan Wangchuan's voice is also habitually cold.

  Two people with equal momentum, they also refused to give up their words.

   "Call me late, she is worried about you."

"Ok."

   "In this matter, Song Jingren swallowed this bad breath, and he was afraid that he would be suffocated. When it comes to the division of property, he will not stop there. You should pay more attention to it." Fu Chen reminded.

  He and Yan Wangchuan have been in contact with him several times, and he has a good understanding of him. He is very straightforward and can talk about business, but he is not good at calculating people's hearts.

  Song Jingren is about to be anxious now, what will he do if there is a lack of security.

"I am clear."

   "By the way, Mr. Yan, don't you know how to please women and how to pursue Aunt Yun?"

   Yan Wangchuan squeezed the phone tightly, his face was not worried, what did he mean by this?

  "Since we are allies, would you like to tell me, let me help you?"

   "Excuse me! No need!" He just hung up the phone after speaking.

  He has a cold tone and a very tough attitude.

  Yan Wangchuan knew that his shortcomings were there, but when the junior pointed out, he was still uncomfortable and his tone became colder.

   Fu Shen raised his eyebrows.

  The two contacted several times, and he was very taciturn, and he had not even exposed his emotions. The two of them had always spoken directly, without any sloppyness. Now this is...

Angry?

   is really rare.

  It's quite interesting.

  Fu Shen finished teasing Yan Wangchuan, and fell asleep comfortably, keeping pace with his wife's work and rest.

   Yan Wangchuan is standing by the hotel window at the moment, his face is reflected in the dark glass window.

  Cold and astringent, gloomy enough to drip water.

teach him? Where did this kid get such a big tone? I have lived such a long time, do I need him to teach? Still mocking him?

  Fu Shen, this kid is really a person who can't get close to each other.

  A young and old man, scheming and calculating, and still suffering from a bad stomach, I still have to remind her when I meet again someday and night.

  Be cautious when dealing with such people.

  San Ye, I advise you to be kind.

  It’s better to be polite to talk to Brother Yan...

  Don’t be really jealous, I am afraid you will cry in the future.

  San Ye:...

  (End of this chapter)