She has put on her exercise pants and is preparing to run and exercise today.
But the way they looked at her was strange, as if they were not just waiting for her.
Fu Ciyi raised his hand and said coldly: "Pao Cao."
Several people walked out of the yard.
Yan Funing didn't think much and quickened her pace. She was about to walk in front of them, but Fu Ciyi grabbed her arm.
"What should I say?" She looked sideways at him.
Fu Ciyi said: "Beimo and Ali are taking the lead, Xinheng is in the middle." He lowered his eyes and looked at her beside him, "You and I are behind."
"But weren't you and I running at the front before?" Yan Funing was puzzled.
Fu Ciyi frowned slightly: "It changed today."
She was a girl doing gymnastics, no matter how beautiful or ugly her posture was, it was always inappropriate for others to see her.
Besides, she was his wife in name only. He was a little careful, but he just didn't want the man next to him to see her having sex, couldn't he? Yan Funing raised her eyebrows: "Okay, you are the master, you have the final say."
The five of them ran along the river bank, made a circle, and then returned to the yard and walked.
Fu Ciyi ordered the four of them to squat facing the southeast, northwest, and were not allowed to whisper to each other or open their mouths to speak.
Yan Funing happened to be facing the east side.
I heard the crowing of roosters and saw the faint morning light. Gradually, the morning glow filled the sky.
Today is a nice day, so I curled my lips and admired the glow of the sky.
Suddenly, Fu Ciyi stood opposite her, enveloping her under his figure.
He put one hand behind his back, and with the other hand held a ruler and poked her thigh, as if to say, why is it still shaking?
Yan Funing blinked, as if replying to him, she was shaking last night, had he forgotten?
The two made eye contact for several times.
Looking at her pretty little face, Fu Ciyi thought of her legs that were shaking like chaff last night, and now he couldn't bear to let her burn the incense for half a second longer.
Jiao is a bit delicate.
It is also true that he is eager to learn.
He couldn't use men's standards to ask her.
It's still early after finishing the horse walk.
Fu Ciyi ordered Fu Beimo to punch in front of several people.
When Fu Beimo was boxing, his eyes were sharp and his expression was serious. He looked like a completely different person.
His punches were powerful, and Li Xinheng and Ali were eager to try.
After all, these two people have no skills, so they can only follow the same pattern and show their moves.
Yan Funing stood aside, staring at Fu Beimo's movements. Although she was concentrating on it, she looked like a poor student who only watched the exercises.
Fu Ciyi's eyebrows moved slightly, and he pointed at Yan Funing with a ruler: "You, make two moves."
"Me?" She pointed to herself again.
"Yes." Fu Ciyi nodded, "Xinheng and Ali are practicing with them, what about you?"
"I'm practicing hard."
"Practice with your heart?" Fu Ciyi wanted to get angry. Can he succeed if he just relies on his heart to practice? He clenched his fist and raised his hand towards her: "Hit me."
Yan Funing's beautiful eyes lit up: "Can it really be beaten?"
She wanted to hit him several times, but because she had no chance and she was no match for him, she didn't do it.
She couldn't believe that she had such a good opportunity in front of her.
Fu Ciyi raised his hand again: "Okay."
"You can't fight back, can you?"
"I won't fight back."
"Well!"
Yan Funing couldn't help but smile.
He clenched his fists with his little hands, assumed the posture that Fu Beimo had just shown, and struck out quickly, punching Fu Ciyi three times in a row on his chest, waist and abdomen.
But he quickly stopped his moves and frowned.
"Hey, it hurts."
She waved her hands, and her voice contained an audible cry.
His already sparkling eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and the ends of his eyes quickly turned Ciyi only felt that the three punches she had just received were like a cat scratching an itch, but the back of her hand was already red, as if she had suffered a lot of damage.
He immediately darkened his face, grabbed her wrist, and strode towards the kitchen.
Before Yan Funing could react, she was dragged over by him.
Seeing that the back of his sister-in-law's hand was injured, Fu Beimo followed anxiously, but Fu Ciyi stopped him: "Take Xinheng and Ali to continue practicing boxing."
"Oh." Fu Beimo looked at Yan Funing, "Sister-in-law, it's better not to learn kung fu. I will learn it very well, and I can protect my sister-in-law by myself in the future."
"Beimo, I'm fine."
Yan Funing squeezed the back of her hand, trying to break away from the iron-like hand on her wrist, but she couldn't break free.
Fu Beimo nodded and then left the kitchen.
Outside the kitchen, Li Xinheng and Ali looked in.
Fu Beimo raised his hand and waved it in front of their eyes: "My brother is taking care of my sister-in-law. Let's go practice boxing."
The two nodded and followed Fu Beimo to the courtyard obediently.
In the kitchen, Fu Ciyi took out a cotton towel with one hand, dipped it in cold water, squeezed it dry, and pressed it on the back of her hand.
"Fu Ciyi, I still want to learn Kung Fu." She sniffed, "Do you think my move just now was right?"
He said frankly: "The moves are correct, but you don't have the strength and your punches are weak."
Her hands are softer.
The wrist he was holding now was even more slender, as if he would break it if he exerted even a little force.
Even if she is so delicate, her punches are powerful, how powerful can they be?
Unless there is inner strength.
But in her current situation, the three-legged cat can't even learn Kung Fu, let alone her internal strength.
Yan Funing pursed her lips and murmured softly: "But I have used a lot of force. It's because of your hardness that my hand hurts."
Why is his body so hard, like a copper wall and an iron wall?
Fu Ciyi was startled when he heard this, and quickly retorted: "Yan Funing, once a bad guy has bad intentions, before you punch to protect yourself, will he tell you whether he is soft or hard?"
"You're right, I'm useless." She lowered her eyes, her voice lost, "I'm too squeamish."
Fu Ciyi said: "Squeamishness is squeamish, but you can't belittle yourself because of it."
He wanted to say that it's okay for a woman to be more delicate, as long as someone takes care of her in the future.
The words came out of his mouth, and they didn't seem to taste right, so he didn't say them.
"I just press the cotton towel myself."
Yan Funing shrank her hand again, now that he was holding her wrist, she felt uncomfortable all over.
Especially the skin that was clamped by him felt inexplicably hot.
Fu Ciyi let go of her wrist.
Yan Funing felt relaxed for a while.
Unexpectedly, he dipped the cotton towel in cold water and put it on the back of her hand again. Not only that, his slender fingers with distinct joints gently massaged the back of her hand through the cotton towel...
Surprisingly gentle.
It was so gentle that it made her hair stand on end.
Yan Fu condensed and said: "I, I, I'm fine, much better."
"So much better?"
Fu Ciyi stared at her slightly trembling eyelashes, wondering why she was sometimes inexplicably afraid of him.
Yan Funing nodded: "Really."
At this moment, Fu Nanyao and Wanniang got up.
The two of them arrived at the kitchen door.
Seeing his brother holding his sister-in-law's hand, even though it was separated by a cotton towel, was enough to make Fu Nanyao happy.
She lowered her voice and said to her mother: "Mom, my brother is holding my sister-in-law's hand and won't let go."
His voice was jumping for joy, and he couldn't hide his joy.
Brother, is he enlightened? Hearing the sound, the two people in the kitchen quickly separated and hurriedly went out.
Wan Niang smiled and patted her daughter's hand: "You kid, you can tell your mother about this later, how can you say it in person?"