At the ski resort's buffet.
Song Fengwan lowered her head and ate, looking up at the person opposite her from time to time.
Fu Chen had already drunk two bottles of beer and a small bottle of white wine. His eyes were lowered, and the corners of his eyes were red, as if he was drunk. He looked a little arrogant and self-controlled.
Actually, Fu Chen himself felt that he was a little childish.
Why did he have to be angry at these children? However, when he thought of her smiling at others, his heart felt as if it had been pricked by needles. It was uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.
He had never thought that he would be so possessive of Song Fengwan. He wished that she would only stare at him.
He was basically unsalvageable.
He might have owed this little girl a lot in his previous life.
