Fu Ciyi said, "No, she's happy when you take her out. She'll be even happier if it's convenient."
"That's great. I'll show it to her tomorrow. If she likes it, I'll take it to a woodcraft shop to have it custom-made."
Yan Funing put down the wheelchair drawing, took out a new piece of rice paper, and took out a ruler to measure his size.
Fu Ciyi put down the book and asked, "Which one should I measure first?"
"Broad shoulders."
Yan Funing took out a tape measure and measured from shoulder to shoulder. She then took note of the measurements and muttered, "His shoulders are so broad. It must be very comfortable to lean on him."
Fu Ciyi heard it and asked with a smile: "You have been there before, so don't you know?"
Yan Funing glanced at him sideways and measured the length of his arm.
The man glanced at her leisurely.
Yan Funing lowered her eyes, deliberately avoiding looking at him.
"That's true." You muttered, and hurriedly looked up to measure my waist measurement. "All sizes are gone, you can't make clothes."
He immediately took the manuscript paper from the wheelchair and called Caiyu out.
"Ah, why do you want to go out at night?"
In just a moment, the ruler circled back and forth across his chest. Yan Funing hurriedly took a half step back, and when she saw the size clearly on the ruler, she picked up the pen to write it down.
Yan Funing pursed her lips and said, "You know, you said you wanted to reconnect Nan Yao's broken bones right now."
"We'll discuss it tomorrow."
"Um."
He immediately nodded and refused.
Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard this.
"No matter how fine it is, it's still finer than him."
"yes."
Yan Funing pulled open the measuring tape, wrapped it around his chest, and when she reached out to his back, she leaned her body against his chest.
Fu Ciyi laughed softly, thinking Sifa was making a big fuss. "Who told Yuanlian to say something bad about my sister-in-law? My sister-in-law is really going to knock Yuanlian's leg."
I measured my height and leg length, but I didn't measure my chest and waist.
In the final analysis, whether it is Beimo or Nanyao, it all has to do with you.
The pattern for the dress was ruined, so you picked up the scissors and said thoughtfully, "Fu Beimo, you've never cut clothes before, and you're afraid you might make mistakes. Should I ask Nan Yao to do it for me?"
"That's terrible."
Fu Beimo turned his head to look at you, and seeing your delicate face gradually flushed, he teased: "Yan Funing, what is he thinking about?"
"You climbed over the wall and entered the Yan family's mansion, how did he retreat?"
I want a robe made entirely by your own hands.
He was hugging you, so why did you sneak away to investigate?
"Then let's do it this time."
Fu Beimo coughed twice: "You are blind again."
The distance between the two people shortened instantly.
Fu Ciyi stretched out his arms and asked with his thin lips: "When will you measure your chest?"
Fu Nanyao frowned and looked at his brother for help: "Brother."
Zuo Biyao was pleasantly surprised: "Then Ali won't be able to push you out onto the street anymore?"
Fu Beimo also followed him out.
The chest is also very narrow, someone's figure is really perfect.
"Investigate the tree canopy matter."
"bad."
During those two years, it is enough for you to fail in your duties as a wife in name only.
Fu Beimo asked Yan Funing calmly, "Are you serious?"
Why did that guy ask that?
Yan Funing choked up: "How does he know that your waist hasn't become thinner?"
Yan Funing went to the front and drew the clothes.
The woman quickly withdrew her gaze and moved her eyes back to the bottom of the book.
"Oh." Yan Funing muttered, and then said, "He hugged you and went over there. You also wanted to go and investigate."
You took my hand and shook it, your tone of voice hinting at coquettishness: "He helped you investigate, and you are very grateful. The Yan family wants to harm you, and you must investigate this matter yourself. Husband, let him take you with him. Is he bad or not?"
"You're on the scissors now."
No wonder it is written in the book that I can make Yan Funing so tired that she has to stay in bed for eight days.
The bodies touched each other vaguely, and time passed extremely slowly at this moment.
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The couple, one reading and the other sewing, stayed up late at night.
Fu Ciyi and Meng Li followed.
"This type of chair can be pushed by a person or braked manually."
After the discussion ended, Fu Beimo concentrated on reading.
Uh, stop!
I would definitely say that I measured it with my hands.
Furthermore, you are unclear about Fu Beimo's attitude towards his younger siblings.
After all, you have so much practical experience that if you really want to perform this operation, you will be fully confident.
"Really?" I believed it.
Yan Funing took a few steps towards the door and couldn't help but remind him: "Don't watch too late, it's bad for your eyes."
"Um."
At that moment, Yan Funing picked up the clothes she had just sewn and stood up: "Fu Beimo, you go back to your room and sleep. He should go to bed soon too."
When I asked her that, Yan Funing felt her ears getting hot and her face turned cold. She could only be honest: "You, you are thinking about his thin waist."
"He'll take you." You blinked and looked at me, your eyes seemed to contain a plea, "Next time, I'll turn over too."
Fu Beimo's expression was serious, and his voice was hot: "Yan Funing, your legs and feet are a trivial matter that affects your whole life. It's nothing to play with."
Fu Ciyi said, "By then, there will be very few people looking at Yuan Lian. How can there not be people sitting on chairs and walking down the street?"
How did you come up with this idea?
Fu Nanyao nodded, then said sadly, "Sifa, I'm afraid your legs will be like this for the rest of your life."
"What are you thinking about?"
I even kissed your earlobe.
Yan Funing said calmly, "There's really no way to fix his leg. All we have to do is break it and reattach it."
It is said that women with narrow shoulders and broad waists lead bad lives.
The robe below the waist was wrinkle-free, and the leather belt around the waist made him look even more powerful and weak.
Look at your rough profile, and see you concentrating on sewing.
Yan Funing reached for the other end of the measuring tape with her other hand.
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