After Entering the Wrong Bridal Chamber, I Went to Farm With the Sinister and Powerful Official

Chapter 110 His gentleness

She has put on her training pants and is ready to run and have **** today.

But they looked at their own appearance, and they seemed to be not just waiting for her.

Fu Ciyi raised his hand and said coldly: "Run the fuck."

Several people walked out of the yard.

Yan Funing didn't think much, and speeded up and wanted to walk up to them, but Fu Ciyi grabbed his arm.

"What do you mean?" She looked at him.

Fu Ciyi said, "Bei Mo and Ali take the lead, Xinheng is in the middle." He lowered his eyes and looked at her beside him, "You and I are behind."

"But wasn't I running at the front with you before?" Yan Funing was puzzled.

Fu Ciyi frowned slightly, "It's changed today."

She was a girl who was running for **** at home. No matter how beautiful or ugly the posture was, it was always inappropriate to teach people how to meet her.

Besides, she is always his nominal wife. He has such a little thought, but he doesn't want the man next to him to see her running and fucking. Isn't that okay?

Yan Fu raised her eyebrows: "Okay, you are the Master, you have the final say."

The five people ran along the river bank, circled and returned to the yard to stance.

Fu Ciyi ordered the four of them to squat in the southeast, west and north directions, and they were not allowed to whisper or open their mouths to speak.

Yan Funing faced the east side.

I heard the sound of roosters crowing, and I watched the morning light dimly, and gradually, the morning glow filled the sky.

Today is a good weather, so I bent my lips to appreciate the sky full of rays.

Suddenly, Fu Ciyi stood opposite her and cageed her under his figure.

He held one hand behind his back, and with the other hand he pinched the ruler and poked her thigh, as if he was saying why he was still shaking?

Yan Funing blinked, as if she was back to him, and she trembled last night. Did he forget it?

The two of them exchanged their eyes several times.

Looking at her pretty little face, Fu Ciyi remembered her legs that looked like she was shaking her sieve last night. At this moment, she couldn't make her pierce for half an incense stick.

It's a bit cute.

It's true that you are studious.

He could not ask her by man's standards.

It was still early to get rid of horse stance.

Fu Ciyi ordered Fu Beimo to punch and show him how many people.

When Fu Beimo was boxing, his eyes were sharp and his expression was serious, completely like a different person.

His fists were strong, and Li Xinheng and Ali were eager to try.

These two people have no skills and can only use their moves to match them accordingly.

Yan Funing stood aside, staring at Fu Beimo's movements. Although she was fully focused, she looked like a poor student who only watched but did not practice.

Fu Ciyi's eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, and he pointed at Yan Funing with a ruler: "You, show two moves."

"Me?" She pointed at herself again.

"Yes." Fu Ciyi nodded, "Xinheng and Ali are following the practice, where are you?"

"I'm practicing hard."

"Practice with your heart?" Fu Ciyi wanted to get angry. Can practice just rely on your heart?

He clenched his fist and raised his hand to her, "Put me."

Yan Funin's beautiful eyes lit up: "Can you really fight?"

She tried to hit him several times, but she had no chance. In addition, she was no match for him at all, so she didn't take action.

She couldn't believe it when she had such a good opportunity.

Fu Ciyi raised his hand again: "Yes."

"You can't fight back, do you?"

"I won't fight back."

"That's good!"

Yan Funing couldn't help but smile.

The little hand clenched his fist, and posed in the posture of Fu Beimo just now, and quickly attacked, hitting three punches on Fu Ciyi's chest, waist and abdomen.

But he quickly stopped the move and tightened his eyebrows.

"Hiss, it hurts so much."

She shook her hand, her voice silenced with a evident crying voice.

The already shimmering eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and the ends of their eyes soon turned red. Fu Ciyi felt that the three punches just now were like a cat tickling itch, but the back of her hand was red, as if she had suffered a lot of damage.

Immediately, I sank my face, grabbed her wrist and strided towards the stove.

Before Yan Funing could react, she was pulled over by him.

Seeing that his sister-in-law's back of her hand was injured, Fu Beimo followed him anxiously, but was stopped by Fu Ciyi: "Take Xinheng and Ali to continue practicing boxing."

"Oh." Fu Beimo looked at Yan Funing, "Sister-in-law, don't learn kung fu anymore. I will learn very well. I can protect my sister-in-law alone in the future."

"Bei Mo, I'm fine."

Yan Fu narrowed the back of her hand, trying to break free from the hand that looked like an iron clamp on her wrist, but she couldn't break it.

Fu Beimo nodded and then left the stove.

Outside the stove, Li Xinheng and Ali looked in.

Fu Beimo raised his hand and shook it in front of them: "My brother is taking care of his sister-in-law, let's practice boxing."

The two nodded and followed Fu Beimo to the yard obediently.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

In the stove, Fu Ciyi took a cotton towel with one hand, soaked it in cold water, pinched it dry, and pressed it on the back of her hand.

"Fu Ciyi, I still want to learn kung fu." She sniffed, "You see, my moves are right, right?"

He confessed: "The move is right, but you don't have the strength and you're soft on the punch."

Her hands are softer.

At this moment, the wrist he was pinching was even thinner, as if he would break with a little force.

Even if she punches with such a delicate and powerful force, how big can it be?

Unless there is internal force.

But at present, she can't learn the skills of three-legged cats in this situation, let alone internal strength.

Yan Funing pursed her lips and muttered softly: "But I have used a lot of force. It's because you are hard, so I hurt my hand."

Why is his body so hard, like a copper wall?

Fu Ciyi was stunned when he heard this and quickly retorted: "Yan Funin, once a bad person has a bad intention, will he tell you whether he is soft or hard before you punch to protect yourself?"

"You are right, it's me that's useless." She lowered her eyes and said in a loss, "It's me that's too pampered."

Fu Ciyi said, "Sweetness is a spoiled person, but we cannot belittle ourselves because of this."

He wanted to say that it would be okay for a woman to be more spoiled, but someone would take care of her in the future.

This was said by his mouth, and it seemed that it was not right, so he didn't say it.

"I just need to hold the cotton towel myself."

Yan Funing shrank her hand again. At this moment, he was holding her wrist and she felt uncomfortable.

Especially the skin that was pinched by him inexplicably developed a burning heat.

Fu Ciyi let go of her wrist.

Yan Funing felt relaxed.

But he soaked the cotton towel in cold water again and covered the back of her hand again.

Not only that, his slender fingers with distinct joints gently pressed and rubbed her back through the cotton towel...

Surprisingly gentle.

This kind of gentleness made her creepy.

Yan Fu calmed down and said, "I, I, I am well, much better."

"It's so much better?"

Fu Ciyi stared at her trembling eyelashes, wondering, sometimes she was afraid of him for no reason, why?

Yan Funn nodded: "Really."

At this moment, Fu Nanyao and Wanniang got up.

The two arrived at the door of the kitchen.

Seeing the elder brother holding his sister-in-law's hand, although it was through a cotton towel, it was enough to make Fu Nanyao happy.

She whispered to her mother, "Mom, my brother holds sister-in-law's hand."

His voice was thrilling, and he couldn't hide his joy.

Have you gotten good at it?

Hearing the sound, the two people in the kitchen quickly separated and hurried out.

Wan Niang smiled and patted her daughter's hand: "You kid, you can tell Wei Niang this later. How can you tell her in person?"

(End of this chapter)