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 it is rare for him to act like this.
Could he be 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.
“Young Master, we’re home.”
Li Xinheng’s loud voice sounded outside the car.
"Wait a moment." Fu Ciyi came back to his senses and said to the outside world.
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 arrive at the village entrance. The uncle and the young lady had not finished their whisper.
In the car, Fu Ciyi's Adam's apple rolled slightly and his voice was hoarse: "Why are there ink marks on her face?"
The pad of his thumb slowly wiped the ink marks on her cheek.
Yan Funing's drumming heartbeat gradually calmed down, and she turned her head slightly to avoid his thumb.
He is definitely sick!
There are ink marks on her face, so just say it, do you want to scare her like this?
“Today I signed an agreement with the owner of the cloth shop, and I also drew him a pattern of my dress. Maybe I accidentally scratched my face with my pen and ink when I was drawing the pattern and holding my chin up while thinking.”
Fu Ciyi nodded, and the expression on his face returned to its previous coldness. He stood up and asked, "Is this why you didn't come back for a long time?"
The tone of his voice did not rise and fall, as if he was asking casually. .
The next moment, he opened the car door and got out.
Caiyu, who was leaning outside the door and listening carefully, was frightened.
She straightened up quickly and smiled flatteringly: "Uncle, I'll move the cloth."
Yan Funing got out of the car and ran a few steps to catch up with Fu Ciyi, clasping her fingers and Count today’s events.
“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 at home There were more people, and it was time for everyone to make some clothes. After buying fabrics, the owner of the cloth store asked me about the skirt I was wearing. I thought about making more money, so I signed an agreement with him. "< br>
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 a bit like his true biography.
Returning the agreement to her, he calmly put 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 unknown 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?"< br>
Caiyu came out of the west wing: "Uncle Li is old, so I should help him."
"I'll be angry if you call me uncle again." "Ah, you want to be the youngest?"< br>
Li Xinheng choked, and said to Fu Ciyi through the window: "Master, listen, what did Caiyu say?"
Fu Ciyi turned a page of his book. , raised his eyes and looked confused.
Yan Funing smiled: "These two have been bickering several times today. Husband, please ignore them and just read your book."
Read your book?
Fu Ciyi looked at Yan Funing with cold and solemn eyes.
Yan Funing couldn't help but shrink her neck and explained softly: "Uh, I'm sorry, I used inappropriate words."
He hurriedly left the west wing, raised his index finger, He motioned to the two bickering men to speak softly.
"Sister-in-law is back? Come to the kitchen and help me."
Fu Nanyao's shout came from the kitchen.
Out of the corner of my eye, I 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.
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County seat, Yan family.
Lunch has not yet started, and the Yan family gathered together to discuss.
Uncle Yan sighed: "Our family's business still hasn't improved."
Mrs. Yan Er said angrily: "Yarou and Haobo didn't recover from their strange illnesses at night, so Xiao Hoo 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 Hooves?"
Yan Erye frowned: "I'm here too? I think our Yan family’s business was started step by step by ourselves, and it has nothing to do with Funing.”
The success of the Yan family’s business is mainly due to 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. This is due to bad luck and should have 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, in order to beg Little Hoof to come back, I knelt down and begged her. Now it's better, you tell me, my kneeling was in vain. Caiyu's deed of betrayal and the person were all handed over to Little Hoof. Previously, I was She wants one hundred taels of silver.”
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 her mother-in-law's wish to have her daughter kneel on her little hooves.
Now, it’s time for my mother-in-law to feel sorry for her eldest granddaughter.
Old Mrs. Yan immediately said: "Isn't it just one hundred taels of silver? You will go back to the room with your grandmother later. Grandma has got a few new sets of hair and facial expressions, which will be divided between 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 Minghe High School, no one will take your title of real wife. An official wife in the capital, But not everyone can do it.”
Yan Haitang said yes.
The Yan family is a family of merchants and strives to establish a strong relationship with the officialdom.
We talked about the Yan family's business and the strange illness of the second house girl during lunch, but we still couldn't figure out the reason.
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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 clothes I was wearing to the cloth store owner and signed an agreement. If the garment business is good, I can get a lot of commission."
< br>Fu Nanyao was excited when he heard this: "Really? Do you need my help sewing clothes?"
"The cloth shop boss has many women in his family, so there is no shortage of manpower." Yan Funing said softly, "But You can help me think of new styles.”
Fu Nanyao happily agreed. (End of this chapter)