Chapter 697: A Gentleman's Promise
While saying this, the arms holding her were tightening and their strength was getting stronger.
Yan Funing elbowed him: "Hey, can you still sleep well?"
The man didn't speak, reached out to push her hair aside, and kissed the back of her neck with his thin lips. son.
“A disciple.”
Yan Funing hit him with her elbow again, trying to move some distance away, but she couldn't escape.
The skin on his neck under his lips was crispy and smooth, and Fu Ciyi didn't want to let go. Her blow made his Adam's apple roll twice in a row, and the tips of her teeth unconsciously became stronger.
“Asshole, you bit me?”
It hurt, Yan Funing was annoyed, and turned around with all her strength.
“I left you in the bedroom to allow you to bully me like this?”
Her delicate and soft voice was obviously choked with sobs.
Hearing the sound, the man paused, and the eyes in front of her were already gleaming with water, and the ends of her eyes were charming.
She looked like this, which made his heart tighten, and then he turned over and pressed her under him.
Yan Funing panicked and quickly put her hands on his muscular chest: "Fu Ciyi, you, what do you want to do?"
"I want to kiss you."
As soon as the cold voice fell, cool lips covered it.
"Well..."
Yan Funing's eyelashes trembled, and her body was also trembling.
The handsome and unique man kissed her like this, his lips were numb from the kiss, as if he still had more to say.
"Hey...um...I'm sleepy, sleepy..."
She was so speechless by his kiss that her body felt so limp that she just wanted to go to bed early.
"Sleep now."
The man kissed her on the lips again, then lay on her side, his arms still wrapped around her body.
When she woke up the next day, Yan Funing found that she was still in his arms.
Her eyes moved to his thin lips, and she suddenly remembered the kiss last night, which still made her blush and her heart beat.
It was estimated that the kiss lasted for a quarter of an hour, and up to this moment, her lips were still numb.
Fu Ciyi noticed that she was awake and opened her eyes.
"My wife slept soundly that night, which shows that last night's kiss had a great effect."
The tone of voice is romantic and uninhibited.
Yan Funing was shy and raised her hand to greet him. She didn't expect him to grab her wrist before she hit his chest.
The man said again: "You don't have to thank me."
"I really asked for it. How could I agree to you sleeping in the bedroom?"
She broke away from his hand and sat up.
The next moment, he pushed me back onto the bed.
“I said I would kiss you if I wanted to, and I didn’t do anything else out of the ordinary, but you still want to...”
Yan Funing quickly covered his annoying mouth and stared at him fiercely: "I didn't think about it, don't talk nonsense!"
Fu Ciyi grabbed the little hand on his lips and held it in the palm of his hand. He said softly: "You don't have to be afraid of me. I said I would kiss you at most. I am a gentleman, and you have to believe in a gentleman's promise."
The cold eyes of the man in front of her were actually bewitching, Yan Funing turned her eyes aside Don't look.
"Come on, sir, I can't breathe because you are pressing me so hard."
In a moment, she was afraid that he would crush her to death.
But the man smiled, showing off his elegance.
Just like last night, he was leaning on the bed with his elbows at this moment, and he didn't dare to put all his weight on it.
If not, it would really crush her.
But even so, she was still out of breath, showing that she was extremely soft.
Unconsciously, the smile on her lips turned into a pleasant one, and finally fell from her body.
He got out of bed neatly.
Grabbed the pillow and walked a few steps. When he thought of something, he turned back and asked her: "Yan Funing, can you not call me Sir?"
Yan Funing followed his words and asked: "Call you. "What?" "Husband."
"Young disciple." She lowered her eyes, "I won't call you if you don't want to marry me again."
"Okay."
When the two of them went to the dining room to eat, everyone else was waiting.
Yan Bojian pointed to a table of breakfast and couldn't help but ask: "You two went out to be thieves last night, and you got up so late? Mother Tong said she wanted to wait for you to eat together, so she is waiting for you."
He was getting hungry.
Fu Beimo touched Xing Bian's belly and said, "I am indeed hungry. My brother and sister-in-law got up too late."
Yan Funing said: "It rained last night and the temperature was suitable, so I slept a little bit."
"Sister-in-law is a snoozer. Could it be that my brother is a snoozer too?" Fu Beimo looked at his brother.
Fu Ciyi ignored him, pulled out the chair for Yan Funing to sit first, and then lifted up his robe and sat down.
"If the third young master and the young master Beimo are hungry, they can naturally eat first." Mother Tong defended, "I just suggested to wait for the uncle and the young lady."
After all, this is in The Fu family still has to wait for the master to come.
"Since you're hungry, hurry up and eat."
Yan Funing raised her hand.
Then everyone moved their chopsticks.
"Brother-in-law, are we still going to investigate today?" Yan Bojian scooped up a bowl of porridge and looked at Fu Ciyi.
"Check, but we have to go at night today." Fu Ciyi said.
Fu Beimo quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and shouted: "I'm going to go too today."
Fu Ciyi said softly: "We checked the terrain yesterday, and you are still at home."
" Oh." Fu Beimo pursed his lips.
After following him all the way back, there was no use for him.
"When the matter is investigated, you will be proud." Fu Ciyi added.
Fu Beimo immediately had a smile on his face: "Okay, then brother and Yan San will investigate tonight."
"Yesterday, the pavilion chief came to look for you. Since you want to investigate at night, do you want to meet with the pavilion chief during the day? ?" Yan Funing asked.
Fu Ciyi said two words lightly: "Okay."
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At noon, Fu Ciyi and Yan Funing made a host and asked the pavilion chief to have some pork. The Yu family ate at Liuji.
The director of the pavilion smiled and held up the wine glass: "I was supposed to invite Mr. Fu, but now Mr. Fu invites me. I can brag about this meal for a long time."
After that, I respect Fu Ciyi.
Fu Ciyi clinked his wine glasses with him and asked Qingqian: "How long have you been the pavilion chief of Qingshan Town?"
"I feel ashamed to say it, I am in my twenties. I started to work as a pavilion director when I was 10 years old, and now I am nearly fifty, and I am still a pavilion director."
The pavilion director felt bored.
Fu Ciyi also drank wine, nodded and said: "Qingshan Town has beautiful mountains and clear waters, Qingshan School is well-run, and the director of the pavilion has contributed a lot."
Pork Yu said: "To say something disrespectful, the county magistrate suppressed No matter how good the pavilion director is, he can't be promoted."
"The pavilion director is nothing, not an official."
The pavilion director laughed at himself and poured himself a glass of wine. Drink it all in one go.
The men were discussing matters in Qingshan Town. Yan Funing and Lou were sitting aside, playing with the fat baby.
The little girl didn't cry and kept staring at Yan Funing.
Yan Funing gently pinched the little guy's face: "Aunt Lou, have you chosen a name?"
"Yes, the baby's father gave it to her, and her name is Qingqing."
"Qingqing, Yu Qingqing, it sounds very nice." Yan Funing squeezed the little guy's little hand, "It's so chubby, so easy to squeeze." She turned to Fu Ciyi with a smile and said, "Look, sir, little Qingqing There are dimples on the back of the hands.”
Not only are there dimples on the back of the hands, but the little arms are also fat.
Fu Ciyi glanced at it and said lightly "Hmm".
The pavilion chief nodded and said with a smile: "Their child was born good-looking and raised better."
Pork Yu was quite proud and said with a smile: "Master Fu is handsome, Miss Yan is beautiful, Their children must be better-looking."
Fu Ciyi moved his cold eyes to Yan Funing.
Seeing her teasing the fat baby from time to time, his heart suddenly softened.