Fu Ciyi was already having breakfast.
I took a hot shower in the bathroom and finally calmed down.
The wife I will marry in this life can only be the bad man that my grandfather chooses for me.
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After such a sway, his head, which was already concussed, felt dizzy and he had to support himself with his hands against the wall before he fell to the ground.
Realizing that something was wrong under me, I hurriedly got on the bed and put on my boots.
The air seemed to stagnate for a moment.
What's worse is that I also stained your pink pajamas.
The lights are out and the night is quiet.
"It doesn't matter. It's for him anyway."
Yan Funing said calmly, "Bad, he asked me to wait a moment."
A quarter of an hour ago, the two of them finished washing up and got out of bed.
"Big deal." Fu Ciyi picked up his chopsticks again and continued eating.
As soon as the door opened, he and the man met eyes.
As you spoke, your chest rose and fell, and you were obviously angry and annoyed.
Thinking of that possibility, I shook my head vigorously.
"Oh, bad."
Yan Funing said, "That money was spent frugally. I gave him some as travel expenses, and the rest to open a shop in my hometown. This would be a waste of the good skills his master taught him."
Now that I have the banknotes in my hand, I feel at ease.
Then wake up.
While washing, I thought to myself that I was about to get married, so it was time for me to dream about another man.
Caiyu agreed, put the golden hairpin into her elder sister's hair, and went to the outer room to get a silver note.
Yan Bojian returned to his mansion as slowly as possible.
Compared to Yan Funing who was sleeping soundly and peacefully, Yan Bojian felt as if he was in dire straits.
Yan Funing held the fire starter in her hand and was stunned for a moment.
But having these dreams repeatedly taught me to think less.
Early in the morning, Yan Funing woke up.
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