As soon as Song Feng got in the car, he didn't dare to move, he lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone, and from time to time he would observe the movements of the people beside him.

She and Fu Shen sat side by side, and the distance in the middle could almost fit two people.

He leaned back, the white shirt with a stand-up collar, the delicate collarbone faintly visible, he lowered his eyebrows and raised his hand to brush the water droplets on his clothes, and his movements were delicate and elegant.

Because it was raining, the light outside was dim and circulating, the car was heated a little, the water was smoky, and his side had a sense of depression and merry.

With his appearance, he is top-notch in the entertainment industry where handsome men gather, no wonder I always hear people say that many celebrities in the capital are looking for death and life for him, and they are fascinated.

"Miss Song?" The man in the co-pilot took out a box of tissues from the dark compartment of the car and handed it over, but he saw that Song Fengwan was staring at his third master in a daze.

Song Fengwan was a little distracted, and he collided with Fu Shen's eyes suddenly, and immediately became a thief.

The corners of Fu Shen's mouth instead hooked up a touch of arc.

"Miss Song, tissues." The man reminded again.

"Thank you." Song Fengwan hurriedly took the tissue, lowered his head and kept wiping his face, feeling out of shape, he didn't dare to look at Fu Shen again.

"Where?" Fu Shen's voice was deliberately low, as if it was reverberating in the small carriage.

"Oriental Studio in the west of the city." She hung her head, pulled the tissue paper, and began to wipe her arms and legs again.

A car had sped past her, and the splashes of sewage and mud were still sticking to her legs, and the skirt of her school uniform was wet from the rain, outlining the curves of her legs more and more slender.

The legs are gray and a little dazzling.

Fu Shen glanced at it, his eyes were a little darker, and he was so calm that he couldn't open his eyes.

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Before arriving at the studio, neither of them said a word.

"Stop here." When the car arrived at an intersection, Song Fengwan opened his mouth, "It's a one-way street, if you go in, you have to go around to get out, just drop me here." ”

The driver pulls over and parks the car.

Song Fengwan got into the car first, her position was on the left, and there were vehicles running over the water from time to time, and she didn't dare to open the door easily, so she looked up at Fu Shen.

But the man sat in his seat, but he didn't react.

Just as she was about to speak, Fu Shen pushed the door and got out of the car.

The man in the passenger seat hurriedly got out of the car to help him hold an umbrella.

When Song Fengwan got out of the car, there was still a drizzle outside, and she was standing under the umbrella, and it was only two fists away from Fu Shen.

"Third master, thank you today, I'll invite you to dinner another day." Song Feng gave birth to a pair of phoenix eyes in the evening, and his smile was slightly bent, like a little fox.

"Hmm." Fu Shen responded.

"Then I'll ......" Song Fengwan pointed to the studio not far away, intending to leave first.

Fu Shen suddenly turned around and took out a black windbreaker jacket from the car, his fingers shook, Song Feng didn't come back to his senses at night, and the clothes had already fallen on her body.

The dress was very long, covering all her skirts, revealing only a white and tender calf.

"Third master......" Song Fengwan was wrapped in the inexplicable smell of sandalwood again, his clothes were warm and dry, his fingertips slid from the neckline, as if unintentionally rubbing her neck, causing her skin to tremble and tingle.

"It's cold."

"Thank you, but this dress ......"

"Give it back to me next time you invite me to dinner." Fu Shen said it as a matter of course.

Song Fengwan chuckled in his heart.

What she said just now was polite, Fu Shen has lived in the capital for a long time, and he must not be able to stay in Cloud City for long, how can he have time to eat with herself, she is just casually polite, don't everyone usually talk like this?

Who ever thought that he and himself would come really?

"What's wrong?" Fu Shen's fingers still fell on the collar of the windbreaker, and the distance between the two became closer.

The hot and moist breath of his breath sprayed on her face, crispy and itchy.

"It's fine." Song Fengwan said it easily, but in fact, he was in a state of confusion.

"Take out your phone."

"Huh?" Song Fengwanhu looked at him suspiciously, but he still obediently took out his mobile phone, unlocked it and handed it to him.

Because of the height gap, Song Fengwan tiptoed to see that he had entered a string of numbers in his mobile phone, hung up after dialing, and handed it to her after making notes.

"My cell phone number."

Song Fengwan took the phone with stiff fingers, "Hmm." ”

The mobile phone fell into her hand like a hot potato, where did she dare to ask Fu Shen out to eat, she really dug a big hole for herself.

Just as she put away her phone, she felt a dark shadow approaching, she subconsciously raised her head, and the distance between the two was only one centimeter.

His breathing was clear and burning, and the two of them were so close that she became cautious about her breathing.

Fu Shen looked away and suddenly raised his hand.

Song Fengwan instinctively wanted to hide.

"Don't move." He whispered.

Song Fengwan was in awe of him, his body stiffened, and he didn't dare to move.

His fingertips slid gently over her sideburns, dry and warm, and landed on her slightly cool face, startling every pore of her and screaming, "There's confetti." ”

With that, he straightened up, and the distance between the two of them was restored.

Song Fengwan took a deep breath, like a drowning person, and finally went ashore.

"Thank you." Song Fengwan wiped his face and blushed a little, it is estimated that he wiped his face with a tissue just now, and he didn't pay attention to leaving confetti, which is really embarrassing.

"You're welcome."

The person in the back who helped with the umbrella was already stunned.

What about confetti? Why didn't he see it?

The third master of their family is obviously flirting with the little girl, and he is still so serious and at ease.

"Third master, then I'll go first, you hurry up and get in the car." Song Fengwan felt that if she stayed with him like this, she would definitely go crazy.

Fu Shen glanced down at her, "I'll wait for your call." ”

After saying that, he turned around and entered the carriage.

Song Fengwan's heart jumped, and he smiled dryly, "Okay." ”

**

Song Fengwan held an umbrella and wrapped someone in a wide windbreaker, and walked slowly towards the studio, sighing as he walked.

I heard that this Fu Sanye has lived abroad, and it is estimated that he is not used to this kind of polite rhetoric in China, so it seems that when talking to him in the future, he must consider it a little, so as not to dig a pit and plant himself in it.

As soon as she walked to the door of the studio, through the glass door, she saw two familiar figures sitting inside.

The two men apparently saw her as well, and immediately stood up.

Song Fengwan took a deep breath, how did he get here, it was really ghostly.

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

Someone is still very fast......

flirted with people Wanwan, asked for a phone, and made an appointment to meet next time by the way, tsk, Fu Sanye, do your parents know that you are so good? In other words, people are just polite to you, are you serious?

Third Master: Could it be that she is lying to me? Or is it casually perfunctory to me?

Late: ......

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I see a lot of people who don't know the update time, I repeat it, update it around ten o'clock in the morning~

Thank you for the tips and tickets at the beginning of the month, thank you, group~