When An Yi returned to the room, Feng Qingchen opened her eyes in a daze and held her in her arms.
An Yi's body felt a little cold. She leaned tightly into the man's arms, stretched out her hands and hugged the man's waist.
There was a smile on Feng Qingchen's lips. Her beautiful face was like a pear blossom in full bloom, as heavy as snow, like a flower but not a flower, not like a smoke but not a smoke. Looking at it made An Yi feel more and more distressed.
Why didn't this man tell her?
Early the next morning, Feng Qingchen was about to get up to take care of military affairs. He glanced back at An Yi, who was still sleeping, and couldn't help but move forward and stare closely at her little face.
The woman's face was a little pale, and her lips were not red enough. He remembered that a rouge shop had just opened in the city, and he wanted to bring her some rouge and gouache when he went home this evening.
"So ugly!" Feng Qingchen sighed, then lowered her head and kissed An Yi's lips.
Anyi stretched out her hand and couldn't help but responded to him fiercely.
Feng Qingchen chuckled: "But when you heard that I thought you were ugly, you were afraid that I would divorce you for the third time, so you took the initiative?"
Anyi whispered: "I just want you!"
Feng Qingchen's legs softened due to the woman's words, and his lying body staggered, almost kneeling in front of the bed. He quickly crossed his legs and got on the bed, tugging at the clothes he was wearing. The quilt slipped into the warm quilt.
There is a warm body in the warm quilt, so soft to the touch that I can't stop.
At three o'clock in the morning, Feng Qingchen looked at the woman lying on top of him and whispered: "There are military matters to be dealt with today. Do you want me to stay with you in bed all day?"
Anyi ignored him, just hugged his waist tightly, pressed her face tightly against his chest, and listened to his heartbeat.
Feng Qingchen suddenly thought of something and asked in a low voice: "Liu Lanhua, what's the matter with you?"
An Yi's heart tightened and she raised her eyes to look at him: "Did you see it?"
Feng Qingchen relaxed slightly and asked, "Tell me, what do you want?"
"Fifty thousand taels of silver!" An Yi held out five fingers.
"What do you need so much money for?" Feng Qingchen frowned.
It’s not that he is reluctant to part with it, but he is afraid that the woman will run away after giving it to him. This woman can’t run far without money!
"For you, all my private money was left in Xiting Kingdom, and so are you. Then when Xue An came, you only left his 50,000 troops, why didn't you also ask for my 50,000 taels of private money? Now I want Taking care of Lan Fu, no doctor, no fortune telling, no income, eating yours, wearing yours, spending yours, when will you see enough of me again, become disgusted with me, what will you do if you divorce me and leave?" An Yifan said Rolling his eyes, "You've done this twice, there's no chance of a third time!"
Feng Qingchen smiled helplessly. This woman really held a grudge. Didn't he always have something to hide?
"Don't worry, there won't be a third time!" Feng Qingchen held her hand and kissed her gently, "If you want money, just go to the warehouse to pay it. Be good, if you are as enthusiastic as you are today , I’ll give you my life!”
Anyi's heart tightened and she whispered: "I don't want my life, I want money!"
Feng Qingchen smiled softly and kissed the woman's lips.
It seems that it will be difficult for him to go out before noon today. Military affairs? Leave it alone for now!
After lunch, Feng Qingchen went out. Before going out, she told An Yi that she might have to come back late today.
An Yi smiled and held the money box with five taels of silver that she had just received, and sent Feng Qingchen out of the door. As soon as Feng Qingchen's carriage left, she hurried back to the house to pack her luggage.
