Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master's Wife-Chasing Strategy Chapter 1396

Chapter 1396: going fis.h.i.+ng for three meals a day, little yan xiansen the demon who urges people to write

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fu chen looked at huaisheng helplessly. why did he have to let fu yu do whatever she wanted? he bent down to pick up the thin blanket on the ground and was about to cover him, but he was already startled.

“third uncle,” his voice was hoa.r.s.e and m.u.f.fled. it was obvious that he had overused his gu last night.

!!

he had been telling the story while fu yu was recording, so he was more tired.

“you have to learn to refuse. if you can’t take it, go back and rest.” fu chen knew huaisheng well. he was okay with other people, but when it came to his family, he would grant almost all their requests.

“i’m fine,” she said. huai sheng was completely holding on. his head was dizzy at this moment, and all the strength in his body seemed to have been sucked dry. his entire person was empty.

“hurry up and go rest.” fu chen thought that he would have to remind fu yu later.

“then i’ll take my leave first.”

“do you want me to make you something to eat before you sleep?” fu chen really doted on him as if he were his own son.

“no need,” if he was given a bed now, he could sleep until the end of time.

“i won’t call you for breakfast. you can come downstairs when you wake up.”

“yes.”

seeing him like this, fu chen couldn’t help but shake his head. last night had been really torturous.

huaisheng walked out of the study. when he went upstairs, his eyelids drooped. he couldn’t take it anymore and almost b.u.mped into someone around the corner. ” i’m sorry. ”

“you’re awake?”

this voice …

huaisheng looked up and saw fu yu, who was in sportswear, coming down the stairs. her hair was tied up in a ponytail, revealing her white and tender neck. the tight-fitting sportswear outlined her long legs and slender waist. she was raising her hand to adjust the sports bracelet on her wrist.

“do you want to go out and exercise together?”

“no, i still have morning cla.s.ses to do.”

“morning cla.s.s?” fu yu frowned. she seemed to have heard someone complain about him hitting the wooden fish.

“alright then, i’ll take my leave.”

fu yu was full of energy. fu chen heard the conversation and came out to take a look.

the two of them had stayed up all night together. one of them had an ashen face, turbid eyes, and unsteady steps, while the other looked as if he had been injected with chicken blood and was glowing. if this wasn’t a demon sucking people’s vitality, what else could it be?

fu yu said goodbye to fu chen and went out for a morning run. huaisheng dragged his body and took a shower with cold water. he originally thought that he would be more energetic to finish his morning cla.s.s.

all these years, even when he was taking the college entrance examination, he had never stopped …

however, when he opened the buddhist scripture, his eyelids grew heavy and he finally fell into a deep sleep.

the morning cla.s.s that had persisted for so long was finally broken.

……

when he woke up again, it was already dusk. even though he had slept for more than ten hours, his body was still exhausted.

stay up late was a devil.

on the other hand, fu yu was doing morning exercises, having breakfast, and going back to her room to write a ma.n.u.script. she was full of inspiration. she had just published a small article, and the click rate had exceeded 100000, with one or two thousand gifts.

she still wanted to go to huaisheng to thank him, but after knocking on the door for a long time, there was no response.

weren’t monks supposed to be diligent? how can i sleep the whole day, tsk tsk tsk

**

on the other side.

fu qinyuan spent the whole day arranging all the work, except for a few projects that he had to follow up on personally, and pushed the rest to fu chen …

when s.h.i.+ fang received the notice, he was dumbfounded. he had thought that he had already retired, and he had been inexplicably a.s.signed tasks.

he even called fu chen to ask, ” “third master, what does little third master mean? why did you suddenly …”

“are you here to question me?”

“no, i just …”

s.h.i.+ fang wanted to say something more, but the phone was hung up.

why was she angry?

after fu qinyuan handed over the work, he said that he wanted to take a few days off. song fengwan thought it was a good idea. he should strike a good balance between work and rest.

and then …

a certain someone began to go to the jing family’s residence to “fish” for three meals a day.

since he was on vacation, it wasn’t a big deal for him to visit the jing family often. besides, his schedule was basically staggered from jing xingyao’s, and they might not even see each other once after a day. to outsiders, it seemed like he was going to jing hanchuan’s fish pond.

fu chen was thinking.

i shared his workload so that he could finish his MBA and complete his studies, but he went to the jing family to fish? could it be that he was preparing to go back to his old profession and play with things to lose his will?

how could a young man have such an old hobby?

fu chen and song fengwan exchanged a few words, but she retorted, ”

“how did qinyuan develop this hobby? isn’t it because when he was young, you often brought him to the jing family? in my opinion, he’s just playing around and losing his will. you’re the one to blame.”

at that time, fu chen thought that since there were many people in the jing family and he liked fu qinyuan, he could share the burden of taking care of the child. he did not think so far ahead.