Chapter 856: You're her
Chapter 856: You're her
Chapter 856 You are her
"My guys can choose from the neighbors and let Xiangyang and the others train themselves. For the chef, the six of them will be given to them, so that they can take their apprentices. We don't look for those who have different intentions, just expand on the basis of the original chef."
"Okay, I get it."
After watching downstairs, everyone went upstairs.
After looking at the second floor, I went up to the third floor again.
After explaining the matters in Fufeng Restaurant, everyone went to their own homes.
It was already dusk when Yan Funing and Fu Ciyi returned to the Fu family.
It's early to eat in winter.
Fu Ciyi ate this meal quite quickly. As soon as he finished eating, he pulled Yan Funing back to his room.
On the way, Yan Funing was almost pulled by him.
"Hey, walk slowly."
"My wife has been busy for a day, and it's time for her husband."
Hearing this, Yan Funing's heart was pounding: "It's still early."
"It's getting late, it's getting dark."
"You want to order someone to carry the water at this time, isn't it embarrassing?"
"Who is thrown away?" The man suddenly stopped, "Who dares to laugh at me in the entire mansion?"
Yan Funing looked around and saw that no one came over. She approached him with a soft voice: "I'm afraid you can't control it. It's easy to get into trouble when the night is long."
He also whispered: "I'm just curious about touching and controlling things, and there's no need for my wife to worry about it."
He had never touched it before, and he was very excited at this moment.
She really wanted to agree to give it to him, and he really didn't dare to get it.
After all, she is very delicate and is especially afraid of pain.
What's more, he has to study it first, just like the test questions. Only by reading the questions clearly can he answer the questions carefully, and only then can he win the top scorer.
He can't wait to see the topic tonight.
Yan Funing snorted coldly: "I have to go back and read the medical book first."
"I'll go back to read medical books, too." The man also said.
"That's what." Yan Funing stepped forward again.
The couple returned to the main courtyard and rushed into the study together.
However, Yan Funing was reading the part of medical books that diagnosed eye diseases, while Fu Ciyi was looking at the part of the mysterious part of a woman's body.
I read the book for nearly an hour.
Yan Funing was quite curious: "In the past, you always had to take a break after a while after reading it. How could you think so devoted today?"
As she said that, she stood behind him and saw what he was looking at.
"Okay, Fu Ciyi, hooligan!"
"It's really unfair. I'm so happy to learn." Fu Ciyi sneered, "When you are at Baozhuang Village, Qingshan Town, what do you say when you see the man's body description?"
Yan Funing sat back to her original position and stopped talking.
Fu Ciyi pointed to the words above and showed her: "The book says that a woman will suffer from menstruation. It is a uterine cold disease. Do you still feel pain now?"
"Before months, as long as I don't eat cold or touch cold things, it won't hurt." Yan Funing was honest.
"That's good." The man murmured, "The book also says that if you have uterine cold symptoms, you will not be prone to conception."
"Hey, Fu Ciyi, the more you say, the more outrageous you become. I haven't agreed to have a baby yet."
"I have a lot of knowledge and are prepared for any trouble. My wife will give birth to a baby for me sooner or later."
The man's slender fingers turned the page, his eyes surprisingly bright.
Yan Funing saw it and complained in her heart that he did not work so hard when preparing for the imperial examination.
Half an hour passed, and it was already late at night.
Caiyu brought people to bring hot water.
When Caiyu and others walked away, Fu Ciyi put down the medical book and went to pull Yan Funing's hand: "Madam, let's do the important business."
"You read the book again, I'll go and wash it first."
She needs to do some psychological construction.
Seeing the sweat in her palms, Fu Ciyi immediately understood and hugged her in his arms: "I do what I say, you don't have to be afraid of me."
Fear does not mean that you don’t have to be afraid.
Yan Funin nodded, still nervous, took a deep breath and came out of his arms. "I'll go wash first."
"good."
She slowly moved to the clean room, took off her clothes and sat in the bathtub.
The hot water soaked the body and slapped the water on his face. There was no trace of hotness on his face, and he began to tremble.
She took a deep breath and told herself that they were already husband and wife, and what they did was indeed natural.
What's more, he likes her, they have gotten along very happily, and occasionally they are a little sweet.
But her body was trembling as if she couldn't control it.
This fear is not fake, it seems to emerge from the bones. She tried her best to control it, but she could not control it, as if her body itself was afraid.
A picture suddenly passed through my mind.
It was not the few lines of words seen in the book, nor the vague clips of my dreams before, but the clear picture that he forced her to do, which was extremely real.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
It was as if she had experienced it really.
A misty sound came from a distance, like a dream—
Yan Funing, you are her, she is you.
"What?" she asked, "I am clearly the soul of modern people. How could I be the ancient Yan Funing?"
When asked, the misty voice did not answer her.
I don’t know if there was a problem with consciousness, Yan Fu patted her face, and the scene of being forced to be more detailed that day appeared in her mind.
Not only that, all the memories of the past life surged in my mind, and my headache was about to break.
Since she grew up in Yan's family, she withdrew from his marriage. Yan's family was retaliated by him, and she begged him and became his partner in bed.
Then, she died tragically in the courtyard of the other courtyard...
All the memories of the short life came, compared to the few chapters in the book, she was the protagonist of her life.
Detailed and meticulous, vivid in my mind.
Is she really her?
She was killed in her previous life and went to modern times, and now she has traveled back to herself in her previous life?
She is undoubtedly her with such detailed memories in her mind.
So the mysterious book without a book title inexplicably appeared in her modern home, just a channel for her time travel.
She did not travel through books, but traveled back to her previous life.
The most critical question is, who did she die in her previous life?
Suddenly, the door of the clean room was knocked: "Have you washed me?"
"It's soon, it's soon." Yan Funing held down her beating heart.
I am the ancient Yan Funing and it is difficult for a moment to accept it.
After taking a deep breath, she realized why she couldn't help but be afraid of him. It was because the fear of her previous life was engraved in every corner of her body.
Fu Ciyi said again, "If you don't come out, then I'll go in and wash with you?"
"That's good."
Yan Funing took a few deep breaths.
Now she is no longer her in her previous life, and her life trajectory is different. She not only wants to find the murderer who harmed her in her previous life, but also wants to find her own happiness.
In his previous life, he ignored her resistance and forced herself, but now he respects her opinions.
He also said that he liked her, which he had never had in his previous life.
It can be seen that he is different.
Thinking of this, she stood up, wiped the moisture from her body, and put on a light sleeping robe.
Fu Ciyi pushed open the door and saw her slim and seductive under her robe.
He quickly walked over and carried the person to the bed and wrapped it in a brocade quilt.
The kiss fell.
She pushed him, "Hey, you haven't washed it yet."
"Let's wash it now."
Her face finally began to get hot: "Wash your hands."
The man smiled: "I understand, wash it a few more times, and you have to use fragrant pancreas."
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