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

"i am the king." fu huan said excitedly. she looked around and wondered who was so unlucky that she had bumped into him. unexpectedly, chen wang slowly raised his card and faced everyone.

"what do you want me to do?" other than a few underaged people, only chen wang and fu qinyuan did not drink. one of them had to keep his mind clear at all times, and the other was the host's family, so he was afraid that drinking would cause trouble. only the two of them were sober at this time.

he looked at fu huan. both of them were sitting, but their auras were somewhat condescending, as if he was the one who had the initiative in the game.

"say it!" duan yinuo urged fu huan.

the person in front of him was chen wang. even if fu huan had thousands of thoughts in his heart, he did not dare to say them in public. after a moment of hesitation, he said, " "give me your signature!"

everyone was speechless.

sister, are you really playing the game seriously?

"sure." chen wang had a pen with him. he stood up and walked to her seat. " where do i sign? "

at this moment, she couldn't find a piece of paper. fu huanxin spread her hands and went over. " here. "

there was no point in signing autographs, so no one paid attention to them. only jing muye kept his head down, munching on his crab, looking at the two of them from time to time.

after all, there were many people and it was a little noisy. fu huan was still sitting in his seat, so chen wang could only bend down and get closer. " are you sure you want to sign it? "

"yes." fu huan was actually a little confused. she didn't even know what she was doing!

"alright, we'll do as you say."

there was a hint of a smile in his voice. it was very light and not easy to detect, but fu huan heard it clearly.

chen wang took off the cap of the pen, reached out naturally, and held the upper end of her hand, as if to fix it in place.

"don't move,"

"yes." fu huan replied in a muffled voice.

chen wang's pen slid across her palm. normally, he would write his signature in one go, but he had written two beautiful regular script characters.

fu huan's palm was sensitive and ticklish to begin with. when the tip of the pen moved, fu huan's hand went limp, and his heart trembled violently. he wanted to withdraw his hand, but he was firmly restrained by him.

"if you move again, you'll get a crooked signature."

fu huan bit her lip. she really felt like she was about to suffocate.

the signing process was very short, but to fu huan, the camera seemed to slow down, and all the noise around her was thrown to the sky. after signing, he lowered his head and breathed into her palm ...

" it doesn't seem to dry easily. be careful, don't rub against your clothes. "

after he finished speaking, he retracted his hand, capped the pen, and turned around to return to his seat.

the entire process was elegant and proper, as if fu huan was the only one whose heart was beating wildly from the beginning to the end.

when chen wang put the pen back into his pocket, he subconsciously rubbed his fingers, and the corners of his mouth curved up slightly.

**

after the dinner, fu qinyuan was in charge of sending the jing siblings and chen wang back to chuanbei. after all, they were going the same way. after the duan siblings left, fu yu was the only one who stayed with them.

" don't leave. you've been drinking again. you can stay here tonight. " fu huan said bluntly that they were all too familiar with each other and that this place was actually no different from her own home.

when huai sheng heard this, she frowned and did not say anything.

"alright, i'll stay here tonight." fu yu laughed, and his eyes fell on huaisheng.

after packing their things and everyone went back to their rooms, fu huan stared at the signature in her palm. no matter how careful she was, it was a cloud of ink, and it was hard to distinguish the handwriting.

at this time, chen wang was still sitting in fu qinyuan's car. he sent a text message to fu huan.

[ i'll give it to you the next time i sign it. when are you free? ]

[ you're free tomorrow. don't you want to train? ]

[ tomorrow's weekend off. ]

fu huan pursed his lips. he actually had a holiday too ...

fu qinyuan turned his head to look at the person behind him. he had never realized that chen wang was such a humble person who liked to play with his phone so much.