Yan Funing was stunned, and her face was forced to tilt up slightly, touching his line of sight.
The fingers holding her chin were slightly cold, just like his eyes at this moment, as cold as water.
But his actions are rare.
Could it be that he is interested in her?
After all, she is quite good-looking.
Yin Hong's delicate lips pursed unconsciously. She secretly thought that if she shouted loudly, Caiyu would come to rescue her. And with Li Xinheng here, the guy in front of him shouldn't be able to do anything.
After all, he is a very decent person.
Fu Ciyi's cold eyes became deep, and his gaze fell firmly on her lips.
The lips of the girl in front of him were red, and her dazed look made him exert force on his fingertips.
With just this force, her lips opened slightly.
He looked like he was being bullied and allowed to be picked upon, which made his throat tighten inexplicably.
Suddenly, the carriage stopped.
"Sir, young lady, we're home."
Li Xinheng's loud voice sounded outside the car.
"Wait a moment." Fu Ciyi came back to his senses and said.
It was inconvenient for Caiyu to push the door directly into the car, so she waited patiently outside the car door, her ears kept perked.
The carriage was very fast, and it only took a moment to reach home from the village entrance. The uncle and the young lady hadn't finished their whisper yet.
In the car, Fu Ciyi's Adam's apple rolled slightly and his voice was hoarse: "Why are there ink marks on your face?"
The pads of his thumbs slowly wiped the ink stains on her cheeks.
Yan Funing's drumming heartbeat gradually calmed down, and she turned her head slightly to avoid his thumb.
He is absolutely sick! There are ink marks on her face, so just say it, do you want to scare her like this?
"I signed an agreement with the owner of the clothing store today, and I gave him a pattern of my dress. Maybe I accidentally scratched my face with my pen while I was holding my chin up while I was drawing the pattern."
Fu Ciyi nodded, and the expression on his face returned to its previous indifference. He stood up and walked: "So is this why you didn't come back for a long time?"
There was no ups and downs in his tone, just like a casual question.
The next moment, he opened the car door and got out.
Caiyu, who was leaning outside the door to listen carefully, was frightened.
She straightened up quickly and smiled flatteringly: "Uncle, I'll move the cloth."
Yan Funing got out of the car, jogged a few steps to catch up with Fu Ciyi, and counted today's events on her fingers.
"First I went to the mysterious house and sold all the medicinal materials I dug up before; then I went to Tongcheng's blacksmith shop and picked up my custom-made tools; I also bought fabrics. The weather was warm and there were more people in my family. Everyone should make some clothes. After I bought the fabric, the owner of the cloth shop asked me about the dress I was wearing. After a while, I just wanted to make more money, so I signed an agreement with him."
The two entered the west wing room.
Yan Funing showed him the agreement.
Fu Ciyi glanced at it: "The wording is rigorous, no problem."
The handwriting is getting better and better, and it is somewhat like his true biography.
Returning the agreement to her, he calmly placed the hand that had pinched her chin behind her back.
There was still a smooth touch on the fingertips, and the slightly parted red lips flashed through his mind, making him narrow his eyes.
Lowering his eyes to hide the unclear emotions in his eyes, he sat down and picked up the book.
It would be nice if the person comes back and he can continue to study.
At this time, Caiyu carried several pieces of cloth into the west wing by herself.
Li Xinheng carried the empty basket into the woodshed and muttered: "Caiyu is so powerful that he always fights with me. What does it mean for a grown man like me to only carry an empty basket?"
Caiyu left the west wing: "Uncle Li is old, so I should help him."
"If you call me uncle again, I'll get angry." "Oh, you want to be the youngest?"
Li Xinheng choked, and said to Fu Ciyi through the window: "Master, listen, what did Caiyu say?"
Fu Ciyi turned a page in his book and raised his eyes in confusion.
Yan Funing smiled: "These two have been bickering several times today. Husband, please ignore them and just read your book."
Read a book obediently?
Fu Ciyi looked at Yan Funing with cold eyes.
Yan Funing couldn't help but shrink her neck and explained softly: "Uh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I used inappropriate words."
He hurriedly left the west wing and raised his index finger to signal the two bickering people to speak softly.
"Sister-in-law is back? Come to the kitchen and help me."
Fu Nanyao's shout came from the kitchen.
From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Fu Ciyi's eyes as if he wanted to eat her. Thinking of what he said last night, Yan Funing hurriedly responded.
There has never been a moment when Fu Nanyao's words of "sister-in-law" were so sweet and timely.
Caiyu also followed.
Li Xinheng said something to Fu Ciyi and went back to his home.
No one saw the slightly raised corners of Fu Ciyi's lips. - The county seat, the Yan family.
Before lunch started, the Yan family gathered together to discuss.
Uncle Yan sighed: "Our business is still not improving."
Mrs. Yan Er said angrily: "Yarou and Haobo didn't recover from their strange illnesses at night, so Xiaoho was fine that night when they came back."
Yan Yarou interrupted: "Mom, my brother and I didn't go crazy that night. That's just a coincidence. What does it have to do with Little Hoof?"
Second Master Yan frowned: "I'm also thinking that our Yan family's business was started step by step by ourselves and has nothing to do with Funing."
The Yan family's business is booming, mainly because of him!
He didn't believe it. A little girl with such great luck could protect the Yan family's business? Nowadays, the Yan family's business is declining step by step. This is due to bad luck and has nothing to do with Funing.
As long as he works harder, the Yan family's business will definitely get better.
Among the people present, the most angry person was Yan Haitang, who returned to her parents' home today.
"That day, I knelt down to beg Little Hoozi to come back. Now it's better, you tell me, I knelt down in vain. Caiyu's deed of sale and the person were given to Little Hoozi. I wanted her 100 taels of silver before. .”
Fu Minghe also returned all Fu Ciyi's books, and his father-in-law became very angry about this.
Mrs. Yan glanced at her mother-in-law and said to her daughter, "Your grandmother will not treat you badly."
It was the mother-in-law's wish to have her daughter kneel on her little hooves.
Now, it's time for the mother-in-law to feel sorry for her eldest granddaughter.
Mrs. Yan immediately said: "Isn't it just 100 taels of silver? You will go back to the room with grandma later. Grandma has got a few new sets of hair and noodles, which can be divided among my granddaughters."
Yan Haitang and Yan Yarou happily thanked them.
Old Mrs. Yan took the opportunity to say again: "Haitang has been married for more than three months. If you can get pregnant earlier, by the time Minghe High School comes, no one will take your title of real wife. Not everyone can be an official wife in the capital." Well deserved."
Yan Haitang said yes.
The Yan family was a family of merchants, and they tried their best to establish a strong relationship with the officialdom.
The conversation lasted until lunch, about the Yan family's business and the strange illness of the second house girl, but we still couldn't figure out the reason for it. - In Baozhuang Village, the house of Fu Family Hall is full of joy.
Yan Funing talked about what she was busy with in the morning: "I gave the clothing pattern I was wearing to the clothing store owner and signed an agreement. If the garment business is good, I can get a lot of commission."
Fu Nanyao was excited when he heard this: "Really? Do you need my help sewing clothes?"
"There are many women in the cloth shop owner's family, so there is no shortage of manpower." Yan Funing said in a gentle voice, "But you can help me think of new styles."
Fu Nanyao happily agreed. (End of chapter)