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

  Chapter 287 Hand-Mutilated Late? [There is a small theater]

  Fu Shen returned to the house, staring at the gray-black scarf in his hand, and couldn't help laughing.

  He stretched out his hand and rubbed his neck. The place where she bitten last night still felt a little pain.

  This girl, I didn't expect to be quite wild, she used to be so good, but now she is really bolder.

  Actually last night...

  Fu Shen dragged Song Feng to the door of the room late. She was still chattering, just emphasizing that she was going to class tomorrow, which made Fu Shen impatient, so she thought she was such a beast, and what she would do to her.

  Because someone digs out the workbook from his schoolbag as soon as he enters the door.

   "You are not doing homework."

  Fu Shen was dumbfounded.

Valentine's Day.

  You made this for me?

  Song Feng got up late, walked to the table, and pulled out a few test papers from his schoolbag, as well as the reference answers issued at the end of the test. Everyone can calculate the approximate score of the entrance exam.

  She tugged with her finger in her schoolbag, "Brother, I have a gift for you, too."

   "Huh?" Fu Chen unscrewed the mineral water bottle on one side, poured it into the electric tea kettle, and plugged in the power to boil the water.

   Then Song Fengwan took out from the bag and turned out something wrapped in a plastic bag, "I did this for the first time, it was not very good, you will just take it."

  Fu Shen smiled at the corner of her mouth and reached out to take it, but she held it tightly, blushing and refused to give it.

   "I will not dislike it if it is not good."

  Fu Shen Jiran forcefully pulled the bag from her hand...

  As soon as he opened the bag, he guessed what was inside. There was nothing more caring than a handmade gift. He was happy in his heart, and he was dumbfounded when he reached out.

   "Late night..." Fu Chen frowned, "Ripped scarves are popular this year?"

  Don’t say many threads, big and small, at least seven or eight holes, the most terrible thing, why is this scarf big and small?

  Song Feng night bit her lip. The wool she bought during the Chinese New Year was very simple when the aunt taught her, but after taking it home, it was woven like this.

  She went to the boss’s wife, and she only said one thing.

   "Little girl, you can't be saved."

  Song Feng will start school soon, and he has no time and energy to re-knit one, so he can only break the jar.

  "Late night, this..." Fu Chen pointed to the end of the scarf, "Is it forgotten to finish here."

  Song Feng became angry at night, "If you don't want it, it will be fine."

  She stretched out her hand to **** it, and Fu Chen naturally refused to give it.

  The two wrestled on the bed without knowing when, "Late night, I thought you should be the kind of ingenuity." After all, I studied art, and the Qiao family were all craftsmen. Who knew that Song Feng was so disabled.

   So angry that Song Fengwan almost stretched out his hand to scratch him.

  Is this something she deliberately took the time to knit for him, so she hates it?

  Fu Shen reached out and held her hand, "Don’t do homework?"

  Song Fengwan just smiled, stretched out his hand to hug him, and rubbed it twice, "Writing later, I'm a little tired."

  Two consecutive days of high-intensity exams, physically and mentally exhausted.

  **

  After Song Feng got up late, he really lay down on the table and began to correct the test paper. Fu Chen simply took a shower, sat next to her to accompany him, and flipped through the test paper she had placed on the side.

  She did well in Chinese and English, and there were very few places marked in red.

  The test papers for each subject are all sorted into categories. Fu Chen flipped through the stack of Chinese test papers at hand, originally just looking at it casually, until his eyes fell on her composition...

   couldn't help laughing out loud.

  Song Fengwan was originally correcting the test paper carefully, but when he turned his head, he saw him writing his own essay, and almost jumped up from a stool to grab the test paper.

   "When did Aunt Yun fall ill and let you go to the hospital in the middle of the night with your back on your back?" Fu grinned boredly.

   "I saw my mother's white temples, I suddenly realized..."

   "In several papers, Sima Qian was tortured countless times, and he was really miserable."

  ……

   "Fu Shen!" Song Feng was so angry that he almost threw a pen at him, "You..."

   "I don't read it, you read the book carefully." Fu Shen smiled.

  Song Fengwan was so embarrassed, how could he peek at his composition.

  It may be that she is good at writing, and every time her composition score is not low, Fu Chen couldn’t help laughing when she saw the teacher gave her a line of comments...

  【Writing with true feelings, it is an excellent composition. 】

  Song Feng is so angry that his heart is aching...

  This person may not be his boyfriend! I really want to kick him out!

  Peeking at someone else’s composition is too much.

  **

  However, Fu Shen did not expect that she would actually study until more than two o'clock in the morning, and until all the examination papers were corrected, she collapsed and got into the bed. The alarm clock went off at 5:30 the next day.

  In total, I only slept for about three hours.

  Fu Shenmei had gone through the college entrance examination. He was a famous foreign school recommended to him. Before, I only heard Duan Linbai and the others complain about how hard and tired the college entrance examination was, and never felt the same way.

  At this time, seeing Song Fengwan actually doing papers late at night, I felt distressed.

  Fu Chen took her to breakfast and sent her to school. She fell asleep in chaos and caused Fu Chen to feel distressed.

  Want to take the college entrance examination tomorrow, let her completely relax.

   But seeing his little girl working so hard, he was also a little proud.

  And Song Fengwan was happy in her heart, because Fu Chen had been wearing that extremely ugly scarf around his neck.

  I just want to say, I have written all the stalks in the composition, haha~

  **

【small theater】

  Went to grandma's house one day.

  A little guy turned out a cardboard box from the bottom of Song Fengwan’s bed, and inside it was a bundle of test papers.

  Half an hour later, he took a few test papers and ran downstairs.

   "Ma Ma, your academic performance is really good. You have scored more than 100 points each time." The little guy only knows that the full score is 100, but it is not clear that the full score of the high school test paper is more than 100.

  "Where did you find it!" Song Fengwan thought that the college entrance examination was over, and the test papers and books had been sold.

   "Under the bed." The little guy chuckled, "In your composition, why was the third uncle in your composition either broken his leg or was hospitalized with a fever?"

  Song Fengwan felt a man’s intimidating gaze, and swished at her.

   "I also said that I died young, Ma Ma, how many uncles do you have?"

   Fu Shen smiled lightly, "Broken leg, hospitalized? Let's have a good chat in the evening."

  (End of this chapter)