In the studio, Song Feng rolled up her sleeves in the middle of the evening, her long hair was loosely pulled, and she was painting in front of the plaster model not far away, and the light lined her small face like moonlight.

"Who are you going to draw the homework assigned by the teacher?" The boy hesitated to speak.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Song Fengwan's pen moves non-stop.

"Let's draw familiar people, I want to draw my dad, but he probably doesn't want to be a model for me......"

Song Fengwan's fingers paused, pursed his lips and nodded, and he didn't say anything more.

The boy saw that she was reluctant to speak, and was a little anxious, and he caught a glimpse of a group of people standing at the back door, dressed in black robes, with cold faces, and his heart jumped with fright.

"Sir, who are you looking for?" Because of nervousness, the boy's voice was slightly dry.

Song Feng turned around at night and was a little surprised to see Fu Shen.

"Why are you here?"

"Take you home." Fu Shen completely ignored the boy, "Is it over?" ”

"I'll wash my hands, you wait." Song Fengwan dared to let Fu Shen wait for her, packed up her things and went to the bathroom.

Fu Shen walked out of the classroom, stood outside and waited, the boy also packed his things, seeing that he had a good relationship with Song Fengwan, and wanted to go close, but before he came to his side, Fu Shen raised his eyes slightly.

The eyes are facing each other.

The boy's body was agitated, "That...... Hello, you are Song Fengwan's brother, right? ”

Fu Shen flicked the Buddha beads with his fingers and looked at him fixedly.

"I'm her classmate." The boy was already crying when he saw it.

Fu Shen grew up with the old man of the Fu family, and he hasn't learned anything else since he was a child, and his aura has always been stable.

"Like her?" Fu Shen pondered that Song Fengwan should wash his hands quickly, but he still had to fight quickly.

The boy didn't expect Fu Shen to be so direct, and his face turned red.

"I'm not, I'm ......" he subconsciously wanted to defend himself, what students are most afraid of is parents and teachers, and early love is taboo.

"Isn't it?" Fu Shen raised his eyebrows.

"We're just classmates."

"It's not the best, she has to concentrate on studying now, I don't want anyone to disturb her, if someone harasses her, I won't be polite."

The tone was tepid, but full of aura, obviously warning him.

The boy's face changed suddenly, and it was whiter than the color of the wall, "That Brother Song, I'll go first." ”

"My surname is Song, and I'm not her brother." Fu Shen swallowed softly, and added, "It's not her uncle." ”

The boy left with a white face, thinking along the way, isn't it an elder brother or an uncle? How do they live together?

The person beside Fu Shen held back a laugh, if he was seen by the third master's group of friends, he would have to laugh crazy.

Actually intimidating children?

In Fu Shen's eyes, there is only a difference between love and rivalry, and there is no age difference.

**

When Song Feng came out late, except for the teacher who was on duty and was responsible for locking the door, there were a few Fu Shen people in the entire studio.

"Third Master, why did you come here today?"

"Come back from the old mansion, pass by." Fu Shen sent away his rival, and he was in a very good mood.

The group of people behind him was completely speechless.

Can you still have a word of truth in your mouth? Obviously, I came to pick up people.

After the two got into the car, Song Fengwan saw Fu Xinhan squatting in the car.

Wearing a muzzle, with a resentful face, drooping eyelids, there seemed to be water in his eyes, and he was so pitiful.

"What are you wearing it for?" Song Fengwan stretched out his hand and stroked its head, Fu Xinhan didn't bite, and he didn't have to do this when he went out.

"That's how you should do the wrong thing."

"Can I untie it now?"

Fu Shen nodded.

Song Fengwan hurriedly helped it unbutton the back of its mouthpiece, and Fu Xinhan hurriedly arched on her, very intimately.

It can now be considered to understand who is its own mother, and it turns out that it used to hold the wrong thigh.

Lai was by her side and refused to leave.

Fu Shen snorted lightly: Little thing, it's quite like the wind makes the rudder.

**

After driving home for three or four minutes, Fu Xinhan never left Song Fengwan's side.

"I took chicken soup from the old house, drank it and went to sleep." Fu Shen looked at Song Fengwan.

"Hmm." As soon as she changed her shoes, Fu Xinhan rubbed at her feet and kept licking the surface of her feet to show her closeness.

"Come here." Fu Shen lowered his eyes.

Fu Xinhan raised his foot and pulled Song Fengwan's clothes, obviously begging for help.

"It's okay, it's so well-behaved." Ever since Fu Xinhan scared Cheng Tianyi away, her favorability towards it has skyrocketed.

Fu Shen stopped talking, Fu Xinhan wagged his tail and followed Song Fengwan into the living room, and when he passed by Fu Shen's side, he glanced at him very arrogantly.

Actually put a muzzle on him, hum-

The dog is now guarded by someone and is not afraid of you.

The people around him held back their laughter, arrogant, this dog wants to go to heaven, and dare to throw his face at the third master? Are you afraid that you are going to die?

Fu Shen chuckled, sure enough, whoever sent the things was anyone, and his brain was not enough.

At this moment, a man who was climbing the snowy mountains far away in the west sneezed coldly, "Damn, the altitude is too high, it's so cold, I'm going to freeze to death." ”

**

Uncle Nian helped put the chicken soup brought back by Fu Shen into a bowl, which was steaming and fragrant.

"You spend so much time alone in the studio every day? Insecurity? Fu Shen said as if unintentionally.

"I want to spend a little more time drawing." Song Fengwan was smiling and bending over to give Fu Xinhan a smooth hair, painting needs space, she is already very disturbed to live here, where is it embarrassing to ask Fu Shen to make room for her.

Fu Shen was too fine, and immediately understood what she wanted?

"I'll have someone clean up the rightmost room on the second floor, where you can paint."

"The ......"

"The storage room, it's always empty."

"I'm sorry for you." Song Fengwan turned his head and smiled at him.

The beauty smiled, charming and charming.

Fu Shen squinted, his throat tightened a little, and he looked away lightly.

"I just heard you talking to that guy, you need a model?"

The people around were confused, the third master was planning to recommend himself?

------Off topic------

I'm afraid that a certain dog is really a little floating...... Ha ha

Fu Xinhan: Hold your thighs tightly and have meat to eat.

Third master, you want to be a model for someone, is it really good to be so proactive?

[Actually, my dog has been staring at me with a muzzle, that's really staring, I feel that it hates me at that time, and it throws its face at me, I ......]