Song Fengwan smiled bitterly and leaned back against the door.
Fu Chen was born refined. Coupled with his belief in Buddhism, he exuded an ascetic aura.
After drinking a few glasses of wine, he was dyed in a different color at this moment. It was as if a banished immortal suddenly had a mortal heart and was even more seductive than ordinary men.
"Third Brother, someone will come at any time." Song Fengwan's back was completely against the door. "If someone suddenly comes, then…"
"So what?" Fu Chen smiled.
At the birthday banquet, he had wished he could rush over and tell everyone that she was his wife.
"I…" Song Fengwan's tongue was in a knot, and she seemed unable to do anything to him.
"Are you nervous? What are you afraid of? Everyone is eating. No one will come here," Fu Chen smiled.
"Third Brother, I can't leave for too long…" She swallowed her saliva.
