As expected, everyone laughed.
The shop owner introduced with a smile: "The foot, frame and bed board are made thick and stable, so there is very little sound. Don't worry, the masters in our store are all old craftsmen. Although we cannot guarantee that there will be no sound, we can Make the sound gentle."
Fu Ciyi nodded.
The shop owner's wife smiled and said: "You two should choose the large carved bed. The bed frame is high and the curtains are lowered to create a small room." She approached Yan Funing and lowered her voice, "To put it bluntly, what is going on in there? It doesn't matter if the maid is outside the curtain."
Yan Funing blushed and quickly explained: "We want a strong bed, mainly because my husband reads late every night and he is afraid that I will go to bed early. Wake me up, so I ask for a firm bed.”
Afraid that someone would say something shocking again, she gouged him out.
At this glance, there was obvious anger.
But Fu Ciyi could see the hint of coquettishness and anger, and the corners of his lips could not help but rise.
“That’s it.”
The shop owner’s wife said it, but she didn’t believe it in her heart.
Yan Funing had no choice but to be honest again: "The price of the carved bed is high and the craftsmanship is complicated. The carving alone will take several months, and we will be getting a new bed in the next few days."
They will go to Beijing in a few months. Buying a new bed these days is mainly about comfort and affordability.
The shop owner's wife covered her lips and smiled: "What young couple doesn't get bored?"
She lowered her voice again: "Young lady, don't be shy, I understand."
At this time, the shopkeeper suddenly raised his voice and stared at Fu Ciyi with joyful eyes: "Is this Mr. Jie Yuangong?"
Today, word spread in the town that Honshu Xinke Jieyuan is from Qingshan Town. He is handsome, teaches in a school, and has excellent knowledge.
Especially Lao Liu and his wife, they always said that Xinke Xie Yuangong was the husband-in-law of their distant niece.
At that moment, he was still wondering, how come these old neighbors didn’t know they had a niece?
Also a distant niece.
Look at Lao Liu's strength, he replied that he was probably lying.
Only now did he realize that Lao Liu's distant niece was the young shopkeeper of the restaurant. On weekdays, Lao Liu shouted one by one.
Xinke Xie Yuangong is the young shopkeeper Xianggong.
This way, it all makes sense.
He is smart and good at business, and he also wants to have a distant niece like Mr. Jieyuan.
Fu Ciyi nodded slightly.
Everyone came to say congratulations.
The shop owner said happily: "So, Mr. Xie Yuangong will go to Beijing to take the exam next year?"
Fu Ciyi said quietly: "That's right."
Everyone's focus finally shifted from her to someone, and Yan Funing quietly let out a breath.
In the wood art shop, she ordered eight beds at once.
Among them are two large ones, one for the mother and one for the couple.
We also ordered a few wooden boxes and a few ordinary style bathtubs.
After paying the money, we agreed to go to the restaurant to say hello when we finish the work in a few days. When they move into their new home, take the bathtub with them.
The couple left the wood art shop.
Fu Ciyi asked her: "Why are there eight beds?"
Yan Funing counted them carefully with her fingers: "Two big beds, one for mother and one for you and me. Six comfortable single beds, one each for Nanyao, Beimo, Caiyu, Ali, and Brother Li." "
Fu Ciyi was confused: "Isn't that just seven beds?"
"I want to put one in your study."
Yan Funing smiled. Playful.
Fu Ciyi didn’t think much: “Okay.”
Recalling his request for the bed just now, Yan Funing asked in a low voice: "What makes a louder noise?"
Fu Ciyi suppressed a smile: "It means strong." "But what you said is easy to make people laugh. People think crookedly."
Yan Funing stopped and looked up at him.
Fu Ciyi looked back at her lightly, with interest in his eyes: "Where is it crooked?"
"It's so crooked..." She suddenly couldn't continue.
"Yan Funing, are you thinking wrong?" The corners of the man's lips raised, "After all, last night..."
Yan Funing was really annoyed. She grabbed his fingers and started walking. Go fast.
The wood art shop was very close to the restaurant. After a while, the couple entered the restaurant.
Facing the little shopkeeper, Yan Funing just nodded and directly pulled the man into the room Liu Song had prepared for her in the restaurant.
Fu Ciyi looked at the soft little hand holding his finger.
Her hands were really small. She only took two of his fingers and squeezed them all over. Compared with his hand, it looked even smaller.
Yan Funing slammed the door shut with her other hand.
Immediately let go of his hand, pushed his chest with both hands, and pushed him against the wall.
Looking up, he whispered fiercely: "You must explain to me clearly, why did you specifically say that the bed should be silent?"
Fu Ciyi took a step in front of her and saw her stretching out her thin white fingertips to poke his chest.
"Why move? Just stand still and tell me the truth!"
The delicate and soft voice became fierce at this moment, but it had no lethality at all.
However, she was rarely seen looking like this on weekdays. Fu Ciyi wanted to take a closer look at her, so he obeyed her and stood obediently against the wall.
Seeing that he was sleeping well, Yan Funing once again raised her face as delicate as a hibiscus.
"Fu Ciyi, you must tell me clearly!"
Although it is a common demand for everyone to buy a bed that is sturdy.
But he specifically asked for the sound, and he said it when the shop owner and his wife were joking about her double bathtub, which made it easy for people to think of other things.
No, why did she say that the tub was a double tub?
Fu Ciyi's usually cold eyes revealed a smile: "Didn't you explain it in the store just now? It's just that I was afraid of waking you up."
"But when you said that, people misunderstood."
"What misunderstanding? In the eyes of others, you and I are husband and wife, a real couple."
He specially emphasized the three words "real couple", Teach Yan Funing to choke.
After a long while, he asked again in a voice like a mosquito: "You know that I want to use the bathtub for myself, and you deliberately told me not to be shy. That's not to tell others openly, the bathtub is for us What do you need for a mandarin duck bath?”
“Don’t be embarrassed, that’s right. It’s true that I want to use that big tub. You are curious about my body and want to practice acupuncture with me. Fairness lies in being honest with each other in the bathtub. When you get out of the bathtub, just pretend that nothing happened. ”
"I'm not curious."
She lowered her eyelashes and took a few steps back to stay away from him.
The man stepped forward slowly.
“You’re not curious, why don’t you touch me in my sleep?”
The voice was as cold and jade-like as ever, but it carried a rare evil and evil aura.
Yan Funing stepped back repeatedly, her butt bumped into the desk, and she could no longer retreat.
Just as he was about to take a step to the side, he saw the man placing his hands on the table.
Confining her in front of him.
Fu Ciyi looked at the beautiful girl in front of him. A thin blush appeared on Qishang Saixue's fair face, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he couldn't help but lower his head.
After several times of restraint, I taught myself not to get confused at this moment.
Yan Funing didn't dare to breathe quickly due to the sudden approach.
She slowed down her breathing as much as possible. Looking at his pressed chest, her body suddenly froze.
What made her even more flustered was that he came close to her lips and almost whispered: "You haven't remembered how to touch me yet?"