Song Feng came home late in the morning, squatted in the bathroom and cried for a long time, when he got up, his eyes were sore, his head was dizzy, and he had a short period of dizziness.

Her steps were vague, her knees were on the edge of the toilet, her consciousness was retracted, she gasped, washed her face and went straight back to the room.

Although she has long drawn a line with Song Jingren, this person is her biological father after all, and they have lived together for more than ten years, if they don't have any feelings, it will be a lie.

Knowing that he is bad, but let people kidnap themselves? She never dreamed of such a thing.

Lying on the bed, tossing and turning, having trouble sleeping.

The eyes were so painful that they couldn't open them, and the tears were still flowing down.

Halfway through, Qiao Aiyun and Qiao Wangbei both knocked on the door and asked her to eat, she had no appetite, in fact, everyone was not in the mood to eat, so naturally they would not force her.

Song Fengwan's head was dizzy, and she didn't know when she fell asleep, and when she woke up and took out her mobile phone from under the pillow, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening.

Fu Shen messaged her six hours ago.

She slipped into the covers and cleared her throat to call him.

The phone was connected, "Third brother, I've been sleeping and haven't seen your message." ”

"Woke up? Hungry or not? ”

"It's fine." It may be too uncomfortable, but not hungry.

"I'm hungry."

"You haven't eaten yet?"

Fu Shen's voice was very light, "I'm in your community." ”

Song Fengwan was stunned for a moment, jumped out of bed and opened the curtains, in the dark night, there was goose feather snow, the cold wind swept the snowflakes like cotton wool, and the scenery outside the window was already full of snow.

In the black night, the white is pure.

It's like a black and white shadow, beautiful and silent.

Before she could speak, she heard Fu Shen continue, "I've been waiting for you for a day, I'm very hungry." ”

"It's snowing outside, why don't you go back?"

"I want to see you." The surroundings were extremely quiet, and his voice was low and slightly hoarse, like a morning bell, falling on her ears, and the hearts of those who listened were twisted.

"You wait for me."

"Wear more clothes, don't rush." Fu Shen hung up the phone after telling him.

……

Song Fengwan wore pajamas, wrapped in a down jacket, and ran downstairs.

As soon as I arrived on the first floor, I found that the light was on, and Qiao Aiyun was leaning on the sofa, covered with a blanket, and was already asleep.

Yan Wangchuan sat on another single sofa with a computer on his lap, and the light refracted by the computer set off his face more and more coldly.

"Uncle Yan?" Song Fengwan chuckled in his heart, and was inexplicably a little weak.

"Going out?" Yan Wangchuan looked up at her.

"......" Song Fengwan tugged at her clothes with her fingers, "I...... If you have a friend looking for you, go out a little and come back immediately. ”

"It's snowing."

"Well, I'll be back soon." Song Fengwan was lying, and his face turned red, but you went to see Yan Wangchuan again and tiptoed open the door......

A cold wind hit, and the snow hit her face, she subconsciously squinted her eyes and turned around to close the door.

The next second

The wind stops and the snow stops.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Fu Shen holding an umbrella and standing at the door of her house.

In a trance, she recalled the first time she met Fu Shen, when it was raining, and he was also standing under the umbrella......

"Why don't you put on more clothes?" Fu Shen walked to the bottom of the porch and raised his hand to tuck the fur collar of her down jacket.

Song Fengwan's eyes were slightly red, and he was silent in a low voice.

Fu Shen stood one step shorter than her, and he gently reached out and pressed the back of her head, lowering his head slightly......

The foreheads touch each other, and the tip of the nose rubs lightly.

"My face is hot, I don't have a fever."

Song Fengwan was stunned for a moment, his fingers were warm, and he held the back of her neck, making her skin unconsciously tight.

"Nope." She was a little nervous when she met Yan Wangchuan just now.

"Late ......"

"Huh?"

"I told you, don't be afraid of anything that happens, the third brother will protect you." Fu Shen looked at her, the two were too close, and there seemed to be only each other in their eyes.

Song Fengwan's nose was sour, and he nodded slightly.

"Whether you follow me or not in the future, I will answer you, and it will not change for the rest of my life, understand?"

She moved half an inch to Fu Shen's side in small steps, her eyes were red, and she reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, "Third brother...... I feel bad. ”

She was crying, wet and hot tears wet his neck, Fu Shen's fingers loosened, the umbrella slipped from between his fingers, and he reached out and hugged her directly into his arms.

She was uncomfortable......

He was even more uncomfortable.

"You are you, he is him, don't punish yourself with other people's mistakes, you are uncomfortable, and I am not comfortable."

"Some people don't know that you are so sad, crying this time, don't shed tears for him, think about those who like you, care about you, and love you deeply......"

"Think about me again."

Everyone understands the truth, but some emotions are really uncontrollable, if you don't vent it, I'm afraid you will always hold it in your heart.

Fu Shen took a deep breath, tightened his arms, and took her into his arms, covering all the wind and snow for her.

……

It wasn't until Song Fengwan was tired of crying that she let go of her hand.

"Get in the car and say." Fu Shen stretched out his hand and took her to the car.

The air was damp and cold, and when I walked around my lungs, it was so cold that I shivered, and the water on the ground was covered with thin snow, and there was a small sound when I stepped down.

When the two arrived in the car, the heating was sufficient, Song Fengwan sniffed, took the tissue handed by Fu Shen, and kept wiping his tears, but he was a little embarrassed.

"Would you like to eat something?"

"No, I need to go back right now, and I'm not hungry."

Fu Shen took a delicately packaged dessert from the back seat of the car and handed it to her, "Then eat this, it's cold, I wanted to buy you something to eat, I'm afraid it's not delicious when it's cold, only this." ”

Song Fengwan nodded, opened the box, the triangle mousse cake, a small one, and a sweet taste.

She picked up the spoon on the side, scooped a piece and handed it to Fu Shen, "Eat?" ”

Fu Shen shook his head, he didn't have a special fondness for anything, including sweets.

"I don't think you like anything." Except for the matter of believing in Buddhism, "I don't seem to have seen you be enthusiastic about anything." ”

"Who said no." Fu Shen turned his head to look at her.

"What?"

"Like you, count?"

Song Fengwan coughed twice and lowered his head to eat, "Hmm...... Where did you buy it, this one is quite delicious. She abruptly changed the subject.

Fu Shen chuckled, "Is it delicious?" ”

"Not bad."

Fu Shen squinted and stared at her little mouth, soft and soft, light pink......

It's comfortable to kiss.

"I'll taste ......" As she spoke, Fu Shen stood up, propped one hand on the car glass behind her, and tilted his head to block her lips.

She tilted her head, a little caught off guard, he kissed gently, sucked, and licked the remaining dessert at the corner of her mouth with the tip of his tongue, like an electric current, all the way to his chest.

The heartbeat was scrambled and thumping – like it was about to burst through the chest.

Even his breath was burning and hot, and he didn't pull away until her lips and tongue were numb from the kiss.

"You ......" Song Fengwan hung his head, took a spoon, and poked the cake twice.

"It's not that you're in a hurry to go back, two people eat faster."

Song Fengwan was stunned, his so-called two-person eating is ......

Eat her mouth?

What bullshit reason this is.

"Eat, I won't touch you." Fu Shen looked at her embarrassed appearance and didn't force her.

**

Qiao's family at this moment

Yan Wangchuan didn't rush out when he saw Song Fengwan leave, because a few minutes ago, Fu Shen sent him a message.

Fu Shen:

Yan Wangchuan frowned, Uncle Qiao? didn't skim the eight words, they all began to admit their relatives, and when he was really flamboyant, he lowered his head and replied:

Fu Shen:

Yan Wangchuan:

Fu Shen:

Yan Wangchuan frowned, why did he have the illusion that he was helping someone cheat, but he still replied:

Fu Shen:

Yan Wangchuan:

Fu Shen:

Yan Wangchuan:

Fu Shen chuckled:

Yan Wangchuan kept squinting, looking at Fu Shen's last message.

Strong, proactive, sworn sovereignty.

He also felt very reasonable.

He knew that Song Feng wouldn't be able to come back for a while, so he looked at Qiao Aiyun with his head sideways, the blanket on her body had slipped down to her legs, Yan Wangchuan put the computer on his lap to one side and slowly sat down beside her.

He stretched out his hand and gently pulled the blanket over her shoulder, Xu half of the sofa collapsed, Qiao Aiyun tilted her head, and the whole person leaned on Yan Wangchuan.

Yan Wangchuan's fingers tightened, stiffened, and took a few deep breaths before his heartbeat slowly stabilized.

He just wanted to push her over, but Qiao Aiyun moved, and her body tightened.

He tilted his head slightly......

Face to face, the distance between the tips of the noses of the two is not too close.

Yan Wangchuan stiffened his face, his throat was dry and hot, and he slid it twice with difficulty, only to feel that the blood all over his body was boiling.

It's kind of terrible.

He stiffened his hand and pressed her head, trying to push her through.

The fingers touched her face, and she was a little reluctant.

Although Qiao Aiyun is almost 40, she is well maintained, although her skin is slightly loose and some fine lines are faintly visible, she is also white and tender.

His palms were sweaty, and he swallowed.

Touched her face twice.

Creamy.

Supple.

It's an indescribable taste.

As if softer than her hand, his gaze wandered off her face until it landed on her red mouth......

At the end of the day, she barely ate or drank, her lips were dry, and she was blue and white, but he felt a little short of breath, and he couldn't wait to kiss it.

He had this idea more than 20 years ago.

It's just that in that era, the society was not as open as it is now, and it was a luxury to hold a small hand, and he could only dream of kissing Fangze in his dreams.

But now it's different, it's close at hand, as long as he tilts his head again, he can kiss it.

Yan Wangchuan is a decent person and doesn't want to do this kind of thing, but there are different voices clamoring in his heart, and heaven and man are at war in his heart......

But on second thought.

She has promised herself to propose, and she will be her wife in the future, and it is not impossible to kiss her.

Just taste it gently.

Yan Wangchuan took a deep breath and tilted his head slightly......

As the distance got closer, he could almost clearly hear his own strong heartbeat, close at hand, pounding against his chest.

His heartbeat was steady and powerful, and all at once, he was a little dizzy.

He approached gently......

As he approached, he paused for two seconds, her breathing was even and gentle, and with an unknown scent, his throat slid and he couldn't hold back......

There was a gentle touch on her lips.

His lips were hot, and hers was unusually soft.

A little reluctant to leave.

Suddenly there was a sound of the door opening......

When he came back to his senses, Song Fengwan was standing at the entrance, his eyes open, and he looked at him for a moment.

Yan Wangchuan suddenly jumped away.

Qiao Aiyun's body didn't rely on, her body fell on the sofa, and she woke up suddenly.

"......," she opened her eyes in confusion, "Wanwan, are you awake?" Out? ”

"It's snowing outside, and I want to see it." Song Fengwan coughed twice.

"I fell asleep." Qiao Aiyun got up, "Are you hungry or not, I'll heat up the rice for you and cook you a soup." ”

Before she could speak, Qiao Aiyun had already turned around and entered the kitchen.

Song Fengwan took off his clothes and put them on the sofa, colliding with Yan Wangchuan's eyes.

His eyes were as cold as usual, his expression was bleak, and he couldn't see any expression, but the roots of his ears were slightly red, hiding the shame that he couldn't hold.

"Senior brother, you can eat too, you haven't eaten for a day." Qiao Aiyun greeted loudly.

"Hmm." Yan Wangchuan responded in a muffled voice, his palms were sweaty, and he stared at Song Fengwan.

Song Fengwan bit her lip, it didn't seem like the time for her to come back just now, and she was also embarrassed.

But a kiss?

Uncle Yan looks serious and serious, he is a very decent person, how would he do such a thing, and he is still so cowardly?

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

Later, don't look down on Uncle Yan, the third master of your family, he was even more cowardly before, and he stole kisses many times......

Wanwan: Haha, the cake is good.

……

Guess, the evening will assist, or help him keep it secret, Senior Brother Yan, you are nervous, you have been seen......

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint!