Chapter 109 The heart is clamoring "Oh." Yan Funing muttered, stood behind the door and began to squat on horseback.
He took out a ruler from somewhere and tapped her shoulder first: "Shoulders should be flat."
The ruler slid down her back, and his voice was cold: "The body is in the right state."
After squatting like this for a while, Yan Funing's legs began to tremble.
Mostly because I laughed at him, he looked hard to get along with tonight.
The corners of his eyes and eyebrows are covered with frost, the bottom of his eyes is cold, and his lips are tightly pursed, as if his sinister nature will break out at any time.
Thinking of this, Yan Funing was filled with fear. She was not funny, so she laughed at him instead.
"I'm sorry, Fu Ciyi, I shouldn't laugh at you."
It's better to be more sincere, life will be easier this way.
Fu Ciyi put away the ruler, sat on the chair, and copied again, ignoring her.
Seeing that he ignored her, Yan Funing quietly moved her legs and then moved her toes, trying to make herself as comfortable as possible.
Nacheng thought, and his cold, watery eyes glanced over.
"Did I tell you to move?"
"No, no." Her voice was as light as a mosquito, "I'm tired."
Hearing the delicate and weak tone, Fu Ciyi's handsome eyebrows furrowed.
Suddenly he noticed that her posture was wrong. He stood up, took a ruler and patted her lower back: "Stand up."
This ruler was specially prepared for her to prevent him from having unnecessary contact with her.
After being caught by her early in the morning, he went back to the village school to pick up an extra ruler.
It really came in handy at this moment.
Yan Funing straightened her back and waist.
It's just that I have been busy during the day and have hardly sat down. I really don't have the energy to squat at the moment.
Suddenly his knees became weak and he almost fell to the ground.
Fu Ciyi quickly grabbed her arm and lifted her up: "What's the matter with you?"
Not only did he lift the person up, he also carried the person to the edge of the bed and sat down.
Yan Funing touched her trembling thigh: "Look, I really have no strength."
My legs were shaking.
Fu Ciyi withdrew his gaze and said coldly: "Literate."
Yan Funing had no choice but to sit back at the desk. This person was definitely seeking revenge for personal reasons.
Ten words, only taught once.
Fortunately, she remembered them all, and quickly scrawled ten corresponding simplified Chinese characters on rice paper.
Fu Ciyi used a ruler to poke at the scrawled words she had written. It looked like words, but it was strange when he looked carefully.
"What do you mean by that?"
Yan Funing raised her eyes and smiled at him. However, facing his cold face, she couldn't smile, so she twitched the corners of her lips and said, "I took notes."
Fu Ciyi snorted softly and finally focused on copying and ignored her.
Yan Funing let out a long breath.
Remembering that the rope on the bedside had unraveled early in the morning, she put down her pen, climbed onto the bed, and began to hang the sheets.
Tonight it must be tied more firmly, and the rope must be wound twice more and tied two more knots.
Fu Ciyi turned his head slightly, and what he saw was that she was lying on the head of the bed with her butt sticking out.
He looked away in panic.
My throat felt inexplicably itchy, and even after coughing several times, the itching was still painful, so I had to pick up the tea cup on the corner of the table and drink all the water in the cup.
This gave some relief.
Yan Funing finally tied the knot, reached out and shook it a few times to make sure it wouldn't fall apart, and then yawned.
He stretched again, and there was an unconscious groan in his throat.
This sound made Fu Ciyi's throat feel itchy again.
I had no choice but to grab the empty tea cup and go to the kitchen.
After drinking two glasses of water, Fu Ciyi stood in the courtyard and looked up at the night sky.
The night is deep, the stars are lonely, and everything is his heart was so noisy that it made people feel uncomfortable.
It's all Beimo's and Ali's fault. They said he knew how to give birth, which made him feel uncomfortable tonight. - Early the next morning.
Li Xinheng came early and brought a jar of wine.
Seeing Fu Ciyi leaving the room, he quickly raised the wine and said, "Master, this jar of wine is for you to drink."
Fu Ciyi declined: "I don't drink when I have nothing to do on weekdays."
Li Xinheng directly put the wine in the main room: "It doesn't matter if you don't drink on weekdays. Just have a bowl when you think about it. If you want to drink in the future, I will drink with you."
Fu Ciyi slowly walked into the main room: "Your father left the wine, how can I have the nerve to accept it? You can take it back."
Li Xinheng smiled sheepishly: "My father brewed this batch of wine to get me a wife. I am now twenty-five years old. I am afraid that I will not be able to find a wife in the future. It is better to drink the wine earlier."
Afraid that Fu Ciyi would not accept it, he added: "I still have several jars at home."
Only then did Fu Ciyi accept it.
I wanted to comfort Li Xinheng with a few words, but I couldn't say a word.
His fiancée broke off his engagement in public, but he didn't mention it.
But they accidentally became a couple and divorced two years later.
All this shows that it is quite difficult for him to marry a wife himself, and he is not qualified to persuade Li Xinheng at this moment.
At this time, Fu Beimo got up and came over when he saw the bustling hall.
"Why is there so much wine in Brother Li's house?"
Li Xinheng laughed again: "My father brewed it to prepare a banquet for my wife." He sighed and laughed at himself, "I can't get a wife."
Fu Beimo said: "My head was smashed, so many people called me a fool. I really can't find a wife."
Li Xinheng was shocked when he heard for the first time that Wan Niang's youngest son was stupid because someone had his head smashed.
"Which villain did this?"
The good-looking young boy in front of him could definitely accomplish a lot if he wasn't a little stupid.
Just looking at the few sets of punches he performed on him early yesterday morning, he knew how smart the young boy was supposed to be.
Fu Ciyi said: "This matter remains to be investigated. Beimo was young when the incident occurred."
He is not very old.
Now that I think about it, I always feel like there was someone behind the scenes.
"Let's run, let's run." Ali came running like a gust of wind.
After a night, he had forgotten yesterday's embarrassment, walked up to Fu Ciyi's side, and saluted properly.
"Master, I'm late."
"It's not too late."
Fu Ciyi glanced at him lightly, and then looked at the west wing with a closed door with clear eyes.
A certain little girl was still lying on the bed.
Fu Beimo also said to Ali: "It's not too late, it's not too late. It's because my brother and I got up early, and it's also because Brother Li came early. Oh, by the way, Brother Li is telling me that he can't get a wife. Ali, you can get her." Wife?"
Ali frowned and said: "Isn't this a joke? I didn't even have to eat before, but now I have enough to eat at your house. I don't dare to think about asking for a wife."
As soon as he said these words, Li Xinheng, Ali and Fu Beimo all looked at Fu Ciyi enviously.
Fu Ciyi frowned: "Why do you think I'm doing this?"
Li Xinheng: "Among the four of us, only the master has a wife."
Fu Beimo nodded: "Yes, my brother has a sister-in-law."
Ali agreed: "Yes, I have a sister-in-law."
Fu Ciyi raised his eyes and looked at the sky.
Can he say that he is the same as them?
Who could he tell him about the pain of being divorced by a woman and marrying the same woman again? Yan Funing will no longer be his wife in two years! At this moment, the door to the west wing opened and Yan Funing came out.
Seeing four men of different ages standing at the door of the hall, she pointed at herself: "Are they all waiting for me to run?"
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