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

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little yan xiansen didn't know how awkward the atmosphere in the living room was after he said this. he had already obediently sat on the child's chair, set up the spoon and learning chopsticks, and waited for the meal.

"what are you all doing? sit down." old lady yan smiled awkwardly and gestured for everyone to sit down.

qiao wangbei looked at his nephew. this little thing was quite talkative.

before fu chen had died, qiao wangbei had wanted to hack him into a thousand pieces. it was fine to talk about this in private, but it was embarrassing to talk about it openly.

fu zhongli coughed and sat down. did this family really discuss this in private?

in fact, when he was talking about the details of the marriage discussion with the people opposite him, his eyes were also attracted by qiao wangbei from time to time.

he turned the knife completely out of instinct. the calluses on his hands were very thick, and there were also knife wounds. some of the cuts were so deep that they reached the bones. it was not easy no matter what he did.

it was said that when he operated the machine, he almost lost half of his arm.

since they had sat down, they naturally had to drink.

"it's only noon, don't drink so much." qiao aiyun warned.

however, yan wangchuan and qiao wangbei looked at each other. they were there to get fu chen drunk today, so how could they drink less? moreover, fu chen had come today to beg him. even if he didn't drink normally, he couldn't refuse today.

song fengwan watched as red, white, yellow, and all sorts of other colors of wine were poured into his glass.

he frowned slightly.

"uncle ..."

"what's wrong? it's a happy day today. fu chen, if you can't drink, we won't force you." after qiao wangbei finished speaking, even though fu chen was already drunk, he could only nod.

"it's okay, let's continue."

he patted song fengwan's hand, indicating that she was fine.

fu zhongli stayed out of it and only accompanied them for a few drinks.

the meal didn't end until two o 'clock in the afternoon, when fu chen couldn't stand it anymore and felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.

he ran towards the washroom with song fengwan following closely behind. before he could enter, he heard the sound of the toilet flushing. he had probably vomited ...

"why did you guys make him drink and turn him into this?" qiao aiyun was exasperated. " it looks like he won't be able to leave today. he's probably going to stay at home. "

qiao wangbei and yan wangchuan were still having a drink with each other, but fu chen had finally been knocked down. when they heard that he was going to stay at home, their faces turned cold.

"stay here?" yan wangchuan raised his eyebrows.

" he probably vomited. we can't let him leave now. we have to let him rest first. "

fu zhongli sat on the side, laughing with his head lowered.

**

fu chen had vomited once, and it was all alcohol. he became more awake and stumbled to the second floor with song fengwan's help.

"lie down for a while, i'll get you a towel." song fengwan turned around and entered the bathroom. she was about to wring a towel to wipe his face, but before she could react, the person who was still lying on the bed earlier had squeezed in.

this place was not big, and even if one person turned around, they would feel uncomfortable, let alone another person.

"why are you up?"

before song fengwan could turn her head, a certain someone had already leaned over from behind.

he seemed a little weak, his face was very red, and his breathing was heavy ...

it was all the smell of alcohol.

it was obvious that he had drunk too much. it was no wonder. when the two of them forced him to drink, he did not refuse at all.

"my head hurts."

fu chen rarely drank, and this time he drank in a hurry. he had just vomited once, so he was dizzy now.

"you shouldn't have gone along with their madness just now. can't you see that they did it on purpose?" song fengwan lowered her head and wrung the towel, feeling helpless and heartbroken.

fu chen's fingers gently touched her lower abdomen. " has the little one been bothering you recently? "

"very well-behaved."

song fengwan turned around and folded the cold towel slightly. a certain someone obediently placed his hands on the sink behind song fengwan.

he wrapped his arms around her, lowered his head, and was at her height.

he was also worried that he would touch her and squeeze her stomach.

the cold towel fell on his forehead and eyebrows, and he heaved a long sigh of relief.

"don't try to be brave next time."

"i know,"

" they really want to mess with you. they discussed it all night yesterday. if my mother didn't stop them, they would have left you hanging. "

" it's alright. it's true that i didn't think things through before. it's good to let them vent their anger. "

song fengwan chuckled. " you're well aware of this. "

"at that time, i only thought of you and wanted to be with you. i didn't care about anyone else."