It's embarrassing, and it's embarrassing at the moment.

The mother-in-law couldn't see it, so she called her eyes to come and see.

Fu Nanyao is the same woman as her, and she taught her how to use the menstrual bag, so she naturally looks harmless.

Fu Ciyi is different!

He's a man, and that's one of them.

Second, their relationship as husband and wife is only nominal.

That's where the embarrassment comes in.

Yan Fu was so embarrassed that she couldn't do it, and Fu Ciyi was no better.

He listened to his mother and glanced at the sheets.

Just this glance, he was stunned in place, although his eyes drooped suddenly, but his legs were very heavy.

Seeing that her son and daughter-in-law did not react, Wan Niang said with a smile: "Ci Yi, you have a lady, and some things will be said directly in front of you." ”

"When a woman grows up, it will be like this every month, and you should be considerate as a husband."

Fu Ciyi responded in a hoarse voice.

Then the spirit returned to its place, moved his legs, and sat back in front of the bookcase.

Wan Niang said again: "In the future, Fu Ning is pregnant and gives birth, so she should be taken care of." ”

Sensing that her son had sat back, Wan Niang patted the back of his chair: "You kid, are you listening?" ”

"Listen, listen." Fu Ciyi coughed.

Yan Fu frowned, and went to pull her mother-in-law's hand again: "Mother, don't say anything more." ”

Wan Niang was shy when she was only a daughter-in-law, and said gently: "You are young, many of you don't understand, and you will understand when you get along more in the future." ”

Fu Ciyi couldn't listen to it, so he shouted to Fu Beimo, who had just gotten up outside: "Come here." ”

Fu Beimo stretched: "Brother, what are you calling me for?" ”

"Help my mother go back to the room."

"Oh, good."

Fu Beimo came in very obediently, and helped his mother to leave without saying anything.

Wan Niang turned her head and said: "This is a great event, but unfortunately I can't see it, I can't do the food on the side, I'll go to the next noodles." ”

Fu Ciyi motioned to his younger brother to help his mother go to the stove.

When the mother and son left the West Wing, Yan Fu let out a long breath.

She tucked her dressing into a wooden basin, and the sheets on the bed had to be replaced.

It's just that the spare one was used by her to separate the bed, and if she used the spare one......

Wouldn't she sleep with him face to face tonight?

Whether it's facing the back of the head or the back of the head, it's quite uncomfortable.

I thought about washing the sheets and skirt immediately.

If the blood stains are not washed off as soon as possible, it will be difficult to wash them off in the future.

With this in mind, she took out the sheets she had put away, and the piece of the bed was lifted and stuffed into the tub.

As she rearranged the sheets, Fu Ciyi sat on a chair with her back to the bed.

He didn't even dare to turn around and help her.

The reason for this is not that he wants to torture people, nor is it that he is afraid of trouble.

Rather, he was afraid to see the blood stains on the sheets again......

As you can see, it's easy to think about things on the side.

He closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows.

When he closed his eyes like this, he actually reminded him of what his mother asked him when he was in the firewood room—

[Ci Yi, were you busy late last night? 】

[Good work. 】

[You kid, you're enlightened. 】

At that time, he was very confused, and only then did he react that his mother meant something.

Fu Ciyi stood up and said in a hoarse voice: "I'll go outside for a run." ”

Yan Funing's action of making the bed paused: "Why do you want to run a lap?" ”

"Practice martial arts and fitness, and play a set of punches by the way."

"Oh, good."

Yan Fu nodded and smoothed out the folds of the newly laid sheets.

After rearranging the bed, she went to the river with a wooden basin to wash her dress and sheets.

As it was just getting dark, there was almost no one by the river.

Yan Funing washed the skirt shirt first, and there was not much staining on the skirt, so it was quickly cleaned.

Then I washed the sheets, which were not thin, but a little thick, so I rubbed them vigorously for a long time.

Fortunately, the river water was cold, and the blood stains were washed away quickly.

It's just that the problem arises, the whole sheet sinks very much when it is picked up after being soaked in the river water.

She couldn't hold it at all, so she had to pull the corner of the bed sheet with one hand to see if anyone came over at the river port.

No one.

Oh my God, what should I do?

She pulled hard, but she was stunned and only picked up half of it.

Suddenly she heard someone's footsteps, and she hurriedly turned her head: "Hello, don't you ......"

Before she could finish speaking, she slowly shut up.

The person who came was Fu Ciyi.

He was running along the riverside.

It's really a rivalry.

They were definitely rivals in their previous lives, and she owed him it, so there would be such an absurd husband and wife relationship in this life.

Those who practice martial arts have different ear power than ordinary people.

Yan Funing's words, Fu Ciyi had already heard them.

"What?"

He slowed his pace and walked over to her.

Because of the long run, his chest was slightly heaving at the moment, his fair and cold cheeks were dyed with a little powder, and his thin lips were more rosy than usual.

Unexpected wickedness.

Yan Funing blinked, and said with difficulty: "The sheets are too heavy, I can't carry them, can you help ......?"

Before she finished her words, Fu Ciyi rolled up his sleeves, stood beside her, stretched out his arm, grabbed the sheet with his big palm and slipped up.

The water was falling in a hurry.

Yan Funing's hand was light, and she suddenly felt that the whole person was relaxed.

"Do you want to wring it out?" He asked.

Yan Fu Ning smiled on her delicate face: "If you want it, you naturally want it." ”

She couldn't wring it out on her own.

Fu Ciyi put the sheets together, gave one end to her, and twisted the other end by himself.

Seeing that she was stunned, she said, "Twist it together." ”

Yan Fu wanted to cry: "I can't screw it." ”

Fu Ci looked at her hands at this time, the two small hands were worthy of holding the crumpled bedsheet, and there was no extra space for her to twist hard.

How could her hands be so small?

"You haven't eaten well in the Yan family since you were a child?"

Yan Fu was puzzled: "Ah, why do you ask that?" ”

He wanted to say why his hands were so small, but when the words came to his lips, he simply became: "How can you not have the strength to twist the sheets?" ”

Yan Fu lowered his eyes, and he said that she was squeamish again.

"In the Yan family, you don't have to twist the sheets yourself."

I don't know where I got the courage to dare to say tough things to him.

As soon as the words came out, she was startled.

Fu Ciyi was also stunned, and then chuckled briefly: "Also, you have suffered with me." ”

When he laughs like that, he has a temper.

Yan Funing didn't know how to answer, and her big watery eyes sparkled.

Fu Ciyi glanced at her with annoyance, and said in a cold tone: "That's it, you only hold it, I'll screw it alone." ”

Yan Funing let out a "hmm".

Who thought that his strength was amazing, and his two hands twisted and twisted, almost dragging her down.

It doesn't hurt to drag down the ground next to you, but if you drag it down at this moment, you will fall directly into the river.

"Ahh

She exclaimed.

Fu Ciyi wrinkled his brows in annoyance, and quickly grabbed her arm and carried her back.

"Why are you so squeamish that you can't even hold the sheets?"

and they will fall into the river.

Yan Funing choked, he said she was squeamish.

Fu Ciyi glanced at her: "Go to the shore to save splashing wet dresses." ”

Or he's going to screw it alone.

It's just that the feeling of the sheets being twisted up is completely different from the feeling he felt when he grabbed her arm.

How could her arms be so soft?

It was as soft as if there were no bones in it.

(End of chapter)