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

After Fu Chen returned to the room, he stared 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 bit him last night was still aching.

This girl, I didn't expect her to be quite wild. She was so cute before, but now she is really more courageous.

Actually last night...

Fu Chen dragged Song Fengwan to the door of the room, she was still chattering, nothing more than emphasizing that she would go to class tomorrow, which made Fu Chen quite impatient, maybe she thought she was such a beast, what would she do to her.

Because as soon as he entered the door, someone dug out the homework book from the schoolbag.

"You're not doing your homework."

Fu Chen was dumbfounded.

Valentine's Day.

You do this for me?

Song Fengwan got up, walked to the table, and took out a few test papers from his schoolbag, as well as the reference answers issued after the test. Everyone can calculate the approximate score of the joint test.

She fiddled with her schoolbag with her fingers, "Third Brother, I also have a present for you."

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

Then Song Fengwan took out something wrapped in a plastic bag from his bag, "It's my first time doing this, it's not very good, you just make do with it."

The corner of Fu Chen's mouth curled into a smile, and he reached out to take it, but she held it tightly, blushing and refused to give it.

"It's not good, and I won't dislike it."

Fu Chen suddenly pulled the bag out of her hand...

As soon as he opened the bag, he guessed what was inside. There was nothing more thoughtful than a handmade gift. He was happy from the bottom of his heart, but he was dumbfounded when he reached out to take it out.

"Wan Wan..." Fu Chen frowned, "Rocked scarves are popular this year?"

Not to mention the thread ends, large and small, at least seven or eight holes, the most terrifying thing, why is this scarf one big and the other small?

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

She went to the lady boss, and she only said one thing.

"Little girl, you can't be saved."

Song Fengwan will start school soon, and he doesn't have the time and energy to re-knit a new one, so he can only smash the jar.

"Wanwan, this..." Fu Chen pointed to a piece of thread at the end of the scarf, "Did I forget to finish it here?"

Song Fengwan was angry, "If you don't want it, that's fine."

She reached out to snatch it, but Fu Chen naturally refused to give it.

The two of them wrestled on the bed at some point, "Wanwan, I thought you should be the ingenious kind." After all, you are studying art, and the Qiao family are all craftsmen. Who knew that Song Fengwan's hands were so handicapped.

Song Fengwan was so angry that he almost reached out to scratch him.

She specially took the time to weave this for him, and she actually disliked it?

Fu Chen stretched out his hand to hold her hand, "Stop doing your homework?"

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

After two consecutive days of high-intensity exams, I was physically and mentally exhausted.

**

After Song Fengwan got up, he really lay down at the table and began to correct the test papers. Fu Chen simply took a shower and sat beside her to accompany her, flipping through the test papers she put on the side.

Her Chinese and English scores are good, and there are very few places marked with red pen.

The test papers of each subject were divided into categories. Fu Chen casually flipped through the stack of Chinese test papers in his hand. Originally, he just looked casually until his eyes fell on her composition...

Can't help laughing out loud.

Song Fengwan was serious about correcting the test paper, when he turned his head and saw him writing his own composition, he almost jumped up from the stool and snatched the test paper.

"When did Aunt Yun get sick and you carried her to the hospital in the middle of the night?" Fu laughed dully.

"Seeing my mother's gray sideburns, I suddenly realized..."

"In a few argumentative papers, Sima Qian was tortured countless times, and he is really miserable."

...

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

"I won't read it, you read it carefully." Fu Chen suppressed a smile.

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

Maybe it's because of her good writing skills, and her scores are not low every time. Fu Chen couldn't help laughing when he saw the teacher commenting on her line...

[Written with true feelings, it is an excellent composition. 】

Song Fengwan was so angry that his heart ached...

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

Peeking at other people's compositions is too much.

**

But Fu Chen didn't expect that she would study until two o'clock in the morning, until all the test papers were corrected, and then she slumped into bed, and the alarm clock rang at half past five the next day.

I only slept about three hours in total.

Fu Chen has gone through the college entrance examination. He was recommended to a prestigious foreign school. He had only heard Duan Linbai and the others complain about how hard and tiring the college entrance examination was. He had never felt the same way.

At this time, seeing Song Fengwan actually doing papers until late at night, his heart ached.

Fu Chen took her to breakfast and then sent her to school. She dozed off in a daze along the way, which made Fu Chen very distressed.

I wish I could take the college entrance examination tomorrow and let her relax completely.

But seeing his little girl working so hard, he felt a little proud in his heart.

But Song Fengwan was really happy in his heart, because Fu Chen kept wearing that ugly scarf around his neck.

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

**

【small theater】

One day I went to my grandmother's house.

A certain little fellow dug out a cardboard box from under Song Fengwan's bed, and inside was a bunch of bundled test papers.

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

"Mama, your academic performance is really good. You get more than 100 points in each test." The little guy only knows that the full score is 100, and he doesn't know 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 all the test papers and books had been sold.

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

Song Fengwan felt the menacing gaze of a certain man, and shot towards her.

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

Fu Chen chuckled, "Broken leg, hospitalized? Let's have a good talk at night."