After getting married, the eldest lady is proud of being favored

Lin Zhongyi, who was lying on her stomach with her beautiful back exposed, woke up suddenly with a pair of claws, and turned her head in horror, "Ah! You scared me to death! Why did you come here!"

Fu Sili had just called the masseur away and was about to give Lin Zhongyi a massage, but the little woman woke up as soon as his hand touched her waist.

"Didn't you sleep soundly after I massaged you just now? Why did you wake up as soon as I pressed it?" Fu Sili said and pressed his hands on his waist again, with the attitude of trying to please his wife, "Are you unprofessional? Just now Learned."

Lin Zhongyi now only has a bath towel covering his lower body, but he can't make too much movement. He lowered his head and said angrily, "Fu Sili! Don't press it for me! His technique is called professional, and yours is called pornography!"

"Little boy really wronged me. I know Xiaoguai was tired last night, and I just wanted to give you a massage to relieve you." Fu Sili said sincerely.

Lin Zhongyi's ears were hot, even if Fu Sili didn't have the lust, but when he rubbed his palm, it didn't feel right at all. He reacted no matter how he pressed it, and he resolutely stopped, "That won't work either! Your hands are too rough, and no one else can press them comfortably. .”

Men's hands are always rougher than women's hands.

This is indeed true, especially for someone as delicate as Lin Zhongyi.Fu Sili looked at his hands, and decided to let professional people do professional things.

The masseur came over to help Lin Zhongyi continue to massage for a few minutes, and finally it was over.It took an hour to wash off the essential oils on my body.

Lin Zhongyi wrapped around a bathrobe and tossed a pile of bottles and cans, and finally brought a small bowl of finished products to Fu Sili.

"Exactly one hour, I'll make hand masks for you." Lin Zhongyi began to boast about Wang Po selling melons, "One by one Fairy brand homemade hand masks, whoever uses them will agree."

"Oh! Of course you are the only one who has used it except me."

Lin Zhongyi came over with a small basin of warm water, pulled Fu Sili's hand into the water, "After washing your hands, soak them in warm water for 5 minutes, this will work well."

In this regard, Fu Sili didn't know as much as Lin Zhongyi, so he could only obediently listen to her.

It was Lin Zhongyi's whim to pull the man to make a hand mask, and then she stretched her own hand in, "In comparison, fourth brother's hand is much bigger than mine."

"Wouldn't it be better to be bigger?"

"Okay, men's hands are generally big, but you are different. Your hands are not only big but also beautiful. I like it." Lin Zhongyi stared at the man's hands in a daze. I helped Fusley do it myself.

Then she applied it with a small brush, carefully, and finally put on gloves.

"Okay, just wait and see!" Although Lin Zhongyi was "serving" Fu Sili, he felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

When Fu Sili stood up and hugged the woman from behind, he wrapped his palm around Lin Zhongyi's hand. He didn't dare to move it because the little girl had painted his hand just now, "Little boy, do you have any impression of this action?"

"When I was a child?" Lin Zhongyi's body froze for a moment. When Fu Sili was holding her handwritten calligraphy when he was a child, he was in the same posture. He didn't hold her but just leaned against her. "But I don't remember why."

Fu Sili chuckled, "How old was Xiaoguai at that time, he couldn't write calligraphy well, he cried so pitifully, his crying face was like a little tabby cat's."

During the summer vacation when Lin Zhongyi was six years old, he lived in his grandfather's house for a period of time.

Mr. Zhong invited a calligrapher master to Lin Zhongyi to practice brush calligraphy. After the private lessons every day, he had to check and accept the results. The written characters must satisfy Mr. Zhong after reading it, otherwise he would have to keep writing.

Lin Zhongyi had just practiced all the basic strokes at that time, and the task Mr. Zhong left for her that day was to write her own name.

She wrote it over and over again, and Mr. Zhong rejected it over and over again.

"Grandpa, I'm tired and don't want to write anymore!" Lin Zhongyi burst into tears, but Mr. Zhong didn't like her.

"Then take a break and continue writing, and you must persist in everything you do!"

Mr. Zhong didn't say how standard Lin Zhongyi's writing must be. She was still young and she couldn't do it at the beginning.The key for the old man is to see if she has a few strokes written well from the three characters, just a few are enough, but Lin Zhongyi's writing directly makes the old man's eyes dim, and few strokes are satisfactory.

Lin Zhongyi thought it was because she didn't cry hard enough and couldn't stop her tears, so she dragged her grandfather's leg and cried louder, trying to make her grandfather let her go.

That day, Mr. Fu happened to bring Fu Sili to visit Mr. Zhong.

"Little boy, if I remember correctly, this is the second time we have met, and this is also the time I know your name."

For Lin Zhongyi, this was the first time he had an impression of Fu Sili.

Seeing Lin Zhongyi crying miserably, Mr. Fu asked the reason, and immediately complained to Mr. Zhong, "Why do you say you are so strict with the little girl? Don't you feel bad for such a precious girl who cried to death?"

"It's enough to spoil her. Look at which of my grandchildren dare to play tricks on me. Only her little girl will cry and cry when she writes a word. I can't beat or scold her."

Lin Zhongyi didn't feel ashamed in front of strangers, and cried even harder.

"Girl Lin, let this brother teach you how to write, okay? If you write it again, maybe your grandfather will be satisfied. This brother has also learned calligraphy, just like your little teacher." Old Master Fu suggested.

"It's just right, I'll take your brother one by one to look at your problem, ask him where his writing is not good, and let someone teach you."

In this way, Fu Sili was dragged by Lin Zhongyi to her custom-made small desk.

"Brother, what's wrong with my writing? It's obviously very good." Lin Zhongyi wiped away tears, and said in a childlike voice, "Can you help me, otherwise my grandfather will make me write all the time, I'm so tired."

"Is this your name?" Fu Sili stared at the three words repeated back and forth on the rice paper, "Lin-Zhong-Yi."

Fu Sili saw it, and it was really ugly.It's just that the words are written correctly, without any calligraphy skills at all.

"Yes. My father's surname is Lin, my mother's surname is Zhong, and my name is Yiyi, so my name is Lin Zhongyi." This was Xiaolin Zhongyi's understanding at the time, and she was also troubled, why was "Yi" instead of "Yi", this painting It's just heaven and earth, okay?

"Then what's your name, brother?" Lin Zhongyi's eldest lady's temper hasn't shown yet, Fu Sili's first impression is that she is a crying, beautiful and cute little sister, who is better than the younger sisters in his family. nice.

"My name is Fu Sili." Seeing Lin Zhongyi's eyes, Fu Sili repeated again at a slower pace.

Lin Zhongyi didn't know which words it was, anyway, after listening to the sound twice, he followed Fu Sili's buttocks and called "Brother Si Li" and "Brother Si Li"

"Brother Si Li, hold my hand and teach me how to write! Okay!" Lin Zhongyi took the opportunity to bribe Fu Si Li, "Next time I will bring you the little biscuits made by my mother from our house, they are delicious."

Fu Sili was stunned. It was the first time that Fu Sili, who was a three-good student and a principled student, was shocked. Could it be that he misunderstood the meaning, "Isn't it to teach you, it should be to point out your problems, and you wrote it yourself. "

"Brother Si Li, can you help me lie to my grandpa~" Lin Zhongyi hugged Fu Sili's leg and did not let go, his voice was immature, and his eyes were like red peaches after crying, "Promise one by one, okay? I don't want to do it myself again." After writing, I don’t want to study anymore, it’s very tiring.”