Fu Shen had already picked up a room dedicated to painting Song Fengwan, and after class at ten o'clock, she packed up her things and went home.

"It's windy, so it's very early to go back today." The teacher Gao Xue wiped her hands and smiled, after half a month of contact, she probably knew the situation of the girl in front of her.

The family is well-off, and the degree of food and clothing cannot be said to be the best, and some of them are also unaffordable for ordinary people, and they are low-key and docile, and they are particularly diligent.

The students gathered here all wanted to improve their art examination results, many of them were sent by their parents, and there were not a few who stuffed her with red envelopes and gave gifts, but she had never seen any of Song Fengwan's elders.

"Well, it's too cold at night, I want to go home early." Song Fengwan naturally wouldn't explain so much to her, so she packed up her things and said hello and left first.

There are many electric cars or cars parked outside the studio, and most of them are parents who come to pick people up.

“…… It's cold outside, let you wear more clothes to go out, it's not disobedient, I bought you a cup of bean curd on the way, and covered your hands. ”

"I don't like this, so don't buy it!"

"If you don't eat, warm your hands, I'll eat when I turn around, are you hungry after studying for so long? I'll take you something to eat and then go back......"

A mother and daughter rode past her on an electric scooter.

The autumn wind was cold, Song Fengwan gritted his teeth, and his chest was a little out of breath.

She turned a quick corner, and suddenly saw a man in white waving to her with a smile, and the fox eyes under the light narrowed into a thin line, cunning and harmless.

"Miss Song, the third master asked us to pick you up." Before she could react, Shifang had already taken her painting folder.

"I'm bothering you guys." Song Feng caught a glimpse of the man in black standing beside her, cold and solemn, as if wrapped in frost, and didn't even give her a look from beginning to end.

"What's polite, it should be, get in the car quickly, it's weird cold outside." This is also the first time that Shifang has come into contact with Song Fengwan.

is the same as Uncle Nian said, well-behaved and polite, without a little arrogance.

Song Fengwan got into the car, Shifang helped her put the picture folder, closed the car door, and then looked at the man in front of her.

"Lao Jiang, she is a little girl, can you not put on a stinky face and scare her to death."

Qianjiang twisted his eyebrows, his face has always been like this, and he has never looked scared to death.

Shifang lowered his voice and leaned over, "This will be our lady in the future, let's build a good relationship first, you can laugh at people." ”

Qianjiang pursed his lips and pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly tragic smile.

The corners of his mouth twitched twice.

"Don't laugh at it, it's even more scary."

"Have you ever been beaten in the face, your expression is out of control, I made you smile, and your smile was too terrifying."

"With your face, this special beauty camera can't save it."

……

Qianjiang sat directly in the driver's seat, too lazy to pay attention to someone who was still chattering.

The Fu family is all silent, and it is rare to meet a chatterbox, Song Fengwan chattered along the way, and the depression in his heart seemed to have dissipated a lot.

"Miss Song, it's a little cold outside, do you want to turn on the heating?" Shifang sat in the passenger seat and turned his head to look at Song Fengwan.

"No, it's coming soon."

"My name is Shifang, and the big black man who drives is called Qianjiang, he was born with such a dead face, don't be afraid, if you don't mind, you can call us brother."

"Hmm." Song Fengwan smiled.

The big black man, who had been silent, finally moved his lips, "Brother? You're looking for death. ”

He spoke like he was the man he was.

Dry and rough.

Brother?

Where did he put the third master?

Is it clear that you want to take advantage of the third master? As far as the third master's temperament is concerned, he doesn't have good fruit to eat.

Song Fengwan bit his lip, not quite understanding what the big black man meant? Can't call brother? Is it called uncle?

**

When the three of them arrived home, Fu Shen was still sitting in the living room.

Song Fengwan twisted his eyebrows: This Fu Sanye is really strange, what kind of news broadcast did he watch in the middle of the night.

"Coming back? Come over for a bite to eat. Uncle Nian beckoned Song Feng to come over.

"Third master, after I'm done, let's start." Song Fengwan didn't forget that she asked Fu Shen to do a model sketch for her tonight.

"Then I'll go up first." Fu Shen got up and went back to the room.

He'll have to prepare.

Song Feng quickly ate two bites of something in the evening, and went upstairs with the picture clip, for fear that Fu Shen would be in a hurry.

When she entered the rightmost room on the second floor, Fu Shen did not arrive, the room was unusually tidy, there were still a few paintings hanging on the wall, and the yellow wallpaper was warm in the yellow light.

Easels and drawing tools are also readily available.

Taking advantage of Fu Shen's arrival, Song Fengwan made all the preliminary preparations and waited quietly.

In just two or three minutes, the door was pushed.

Song Fengwan was directly stupid.

He wore a knee-length white bathrobe, with a white belt tied around his lean waist, and as he walked, the neckline was slightly open, revealing a small piece of white muscle, and the texture was distinct.

Holding a towel in his hand, he wiped his hair freely, and sat directly on the small sofa not far from Song Fengwan.

"What do you need me to do?" He hung the towel around his neck, the tips of his hair still dripping, and the clear droplets of water rolled down his forehead and cheeks, along his neck, collarbone......

Keep going down.

Inch by inch slid across his skin, the water stains seemed to have magic power, as if on fire, Song Fengwan was burned so that his face was red.

He......

Why are you dressed like this?

"Why don't you speak? What do you need me to do, how far away is appropriate......" Fu Shen saw her in a daze, but got up and leaned over, "Is it more convenient to get closer?" ”

His breath was a little cold, and it fell on her face, but it turned into a wave of heat.

Song Fengwan's heart was fluttering, beating so much that he was about to break the watch, and his ears were all red.

Fu Shen squinted, suddenly reached out and pinched her earlobe......

Soft and hot.

"You ......" Song Fengwan was sitting on a stool, and he was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

"My face is so red, and my ears are so hot?"

"Nope!" Song Fengwan was half frightened to death, why did he always come over suddenly.

Fu Shen suddenly smiled, that kind of distance ......

It's as if as soon as he lowers his head, he can ......

Kiss her.

Song Fengwan really felt that she was on the verge of death, and her throat and eyes were so hot that she was smoking.

"I see the plaster casts in your studio, many of them are ......naked," Fu Shen's voice was clear, with a bit of gorgeous ending, which made people's hearts tremble.

"You don't have to take off your clothes, you just sit, I'll learn to draw faces now."

Where did she get the courage to let Fu Shen take off her clothes.

"What kind of distance is appropriate, and is the near point clearer?"

"No, just sit there, feel free." Song Fengwan bit his lip.

Yu Guang glanced at the small patches of skin exposed by Fu Shen, his muscles were well-proportioned, his lines were smooth, and he was still exuding heat all over his body.

It's like a heat wave hitting the face, and it makes people upset.

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

Damn!

Third master, you are so good at flirting, do your parents know? Draw at night, you prepare a ghost!

I can't stand it anymore.

I can't stand it anymore [covering my face]

Third Master: It's not for you, close your eyes!

I:......

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