Chapter 635 Do You Miss Me? The Fengpi who was sitting upright had changed into a robe, and was dressed neatly, looking like a gentleman. His long, powerful fingers tapped on his knees intermittently. It was as if this hand was not the same hand that had done such a reckless thing to her last night. "Didn't Fu Jiang say that you were interrogating Hua Hong?" Yan Funing glanced at him and sat as far away from him as possible. The man said, "We have examined it and Hua Hong was indeed sent by the Cai family's daughter." Yan Funing took the medical kit from Caiyu and ordered, "Tear Fu Jiang's mouth for me." Although Caiyu didn't understand why, she had to obey her mistress' order. Fu Jiang, who was about to drive, was startled: "Madam, what have I done wrong?" As soon as he asked the question, Caiyu grabbed his cheek as she rushed out of the car.

Caiyu was the young lady's personal maid, so Fu Jiang dared not resist. He just shouted into the car, "Master, please save me." Fu Ciyi half-lifted his eyelids and glanced at Yan Funing: "Are you angry?" He was born with a cold temperament, noble appearance, and a cold voice. Now he looked at her like this, and there was an emotion in his deep eyes that she couldn't understand. The mist was chilly and distant, as if it was extremely heartless and disloyal. Yan Funing didn't want to answer. Fu Jiang's voice came in again: "Young Madam, I am just reporting the truth." Caiyu is obviously a woman, how come her strength is the same as a man's? If he doesn't say this again, his mouth will probably be split to the roots of his ears. Inside the car, Fu Ciyi said calmly: "Caiyu, stop it." Caiyu continued to twist it hard, but stopped when she heard that her mistress didn't say anything else. He did not enter the car, but just listened to the movements inside. Fu Jiang rubbed his face and mouth, sat in the driver's seat, and the car sped away. As the car speeded up, Yan Funing's body shook. The man looked at the seat beside him and said, "Come here." Yan Funing didn't want to pay attention to him. Last night, she understood how hard it was for him to travel for days and didn't get angry, but now she was annoyed. "Then I'll go over." Fu Ciyi stood up and took two steps, then sat down beside her. He bent down and took out a bundle from the cabinet below. "The water level in Pengzhou has risen during the summer flood season. The flood control project is solid and effective, and the mission was successfully completed. The package contains gifts that the local people asked me to bring to you. Many of them are local specialties, and there are also paintings made by several children." He pulled out a stack of crumpled rice paper. "Look."

Yan Funing then shifted her gaze to his hands, and saw different images of her and him drawn with charcoal on the rice paper. Watch him turn to the next picture. Although it looks like a stick figure, it is quite abstract. But he could still see that the woman in the painting had a big belly, so he pointed and asked, "What is this?" "The people of Pengzhou asked me why you didn't go, and I said you were busy in Beijing," he said gently. "They imagined that you must be pregnant and it would be hard for you to travel. I didn't expect that a child would draw such a picture." Having said this, Fu Ciyi's cold eyes suddenly became tender. Yan Funing didn't see it, she just lowered her head to look at the remaining paintings, her voice was neither salty nor bland: "My Lord, you should explain it to them clearly. We have no relationship anymore." "With the evidence that the Cai family girl is instigating Hua Hong, rejection of the marriage is imminent. Is there still a relationship between you and me?" "It just doesn't matter!" She put away all the paintings and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on them, but her voice was still filled with anger. Fu Ciyi grabbed her slender wrist: "Did you miss me?" "No." "Really?" He reached out and gently tapped her neck, rubbing his thumb against her skin. "You didn't see the red marks in the mirror, either?" Yan Funing was really afraid that his fingers would tighten and break her fragile neck. I could only say, "I thought about it when I saw it." Then she changed the subject and said frankly: "I was thinking about a certain annoying mouth. I wish I could tear it apart." The man smiled cheekily: "That's what I was thinking too." The car soon arrived at the Fu family. Yan Funing refused to let Fu Ciyi help her, and called Caiyu into the carriage. The master and servant got off the car first. Seeing that her young lady was unhappy, Caiyu did not dare to ask in front of her son-in-law. After walking a few steps, he looked back at his brother-in-law and Fu Jiang. Fu Jiang whispered, "Sir, it's hard for me to be a human being like this." Fu Ciyi said calmly: "I didn't say you said that." Fu Jiang was dumbfounded. Isn’t he the only one that the young master sent to be by the young lady’s side? If not him, who else? It's midsummer. When we were in the car just now, the sky was clear. Now when we arrived at Fu's house, the leaden clouds gradually gathered and blocked the scorching sun. The group of four quickened their pace and headed for Fu Nanyao's yard. When they arrived at the room, Wan Niang, Fu Beimo and Meng Li were accompanying Fu Nan Yao. Seeing his brother coming over, Fu Beimo stood up excitedly: "Brother, lend me a few people, I'll go beat Dong Kuang up." He must break Dong Kuang's legs to feel relieved.

Meng Li agreed: "Yes, break Dong Kuang's legs and see if he limps later." If they hadn't had to stay at home for the time being, they would have definitely gone to look for Dong Kuang secretly. Fu Ciyi said calmly, "We must beat him, but there is no rush." "elder brother……" Fu Nanyao was puzzled. It was obvious that her brother rushed back from Pengzhou for her. There is no rush at this moment. Fu Ciyi explained: "What we need to do now is to get a divorce as soon as possible. It won't be too late to beat someone up after the divorce." Yan Funing understood someone's deep meaning and helped to speak up: "Master Fu means that Nan Yao is the one who is right to divorce now." If he goes to beat someone up now, Dong Kuang will definitely suffer. As a result, the Fu family, which was originally the party in the right, now couldn't even explain itself. "It doesn't mean that beating Dong Kuang before the divorce will affect the outcome of the divorce." "But the Dong family is the Shangshu Mansion after all, not to mention that Dong Kuang once saved Nan Yao. In the eyes of the people, Dong Kuang is an upright gentleman." "What we need to do now is to make Dong Kuang's true face known to the public. We will have the upper hand in public opinion." Yan Funing said a lot of things with great enthusiasm, and then looked at Fu Ciyi: "After all, you have just entered the cabinet, and reputation and public opinion are still very important." According to her understanding, the current chief minister of the cabinet is Prime Minister Cai, and Shangshu Dong is also in the cabinet. If Fu Ciyi makes a wrong step, the pressure and problems he will face will not be easily dealt with. Fu Nanyao moved her body slightly and moved her injured leg slightly. "Sister-in-law, I understand." He turned to look at his brother, "Please make the decision for me, I want to divorce Dong Kuang as soon as possible." Fu Ciyi nodded and looked at Yan Funing with an inquiring gaze. It is undeniable that she is not only good-looking, but also has a reasonable and logical way of speaking and doing things. Most importantly, she told him everything he was thinking. With her son and daughter-in-law around, no matter how difficult the problem is, it can be properly handled. Wan Niang nodded with satisfaction: "Nan Yao, Bei Mo, Ali, you all listen to your brother and sister-in-law." The trio is. Yan Funing ordered Caiyu to open the medicine box, and she asked Fu Nanyao in a gentle voice: "Do you have leg pain this morning?" Fu Nanyao shook her head: "It doesn't hurt, but the wound is a little itchy." Hearing this, Yan Funing glanced at Fu Ciyi with anger, gritted her teeth and frowned. The intention was to tell him that he should have a good argument with him.