The little stepmother is poor and crazy, and the Buddhist disciples in Beijing kneel down and pamper

Chen Mingkai was defeated after all. His fingers were blistered when he wrote, but Fang Qingqing was still not satisfied.

"I may have really exhausted my talents. Teacher Fang, please let me go. I think I can try other methods. What do you think?"

Fang Qingqing picked up the letter he wrote, looked at it and shook her head.

"I don't want you to feel that I don't want you to feel that I don't want you to feel that you should forget about it, just like you did when you turned around and left ten years ago, making up a lot of determination."

Chen Mingkai's heart was as heavy as a thousand pounds. He didn't want to leave, whether it was ten years ago or ten years later.

"Then I'll try harder."

Chen Mingkai gritted his teeth, he didn't believe it.

Fang Qingqing nodded with satisfaction. When Chen Mingkai lowered his head and wrote seriously, he opened the notepad on his phone and checked one of the items marked "One Hundred Ways to Fix a Scumbag".

Then he put away his phone as if nothing had happened, and prepared to practice again with the teachers.

Poor Chen Mingkai is still immersed in writing.

From that day on, Fang Qingqing lived a hard life like a laborer in 1997.

Although Chen Mingkai said that she was good at acting, she was an actress who had high requirements for herself, and she felt that she still had room for improvement.

So I did an extra practice session for myself in my yard early in the morning.

Yun Yan had the habit of running early in the morning. When he came back, he saw Fang Qingqing wearing a white training uniform and boxing in the courtyard.

He stood aside with his arms folded and looked at it for a while before making a comment:

"Weakness."

Fang Qingqing's ears are so good. She stopped her movements, made a signature white crane spreading its wings, and hooked her hands towards Yun Yan.

"You can do it, come and get beaten."

Yun Yan turned away and smiled, feeling that this woman was really arrogant recently. He took off the bracelet on her wrist and walked over slowly.

Fang Qingqing's eyes gradually became sharp as he approached.

Before Yun Yan could prepare, he had already rushed over like an arrow from a string.

Yun Yan retreated to avoid her first sudden attack. With a turn of his feet, the two of them had changed directions.

Cuifen, who had gotten up early to take care of the garden, heard the noise and poked her head out of the flowers to look at it for a while.

Then she saw their wife and husband fighting, each one more cruel than the other, which made her whole body hurt, and she ran into the house with her pants up.

While running, he shouted: "Oh no, the husband and wife are fighting."

It doesn't matter what he shouted, the whole villa was alarmed, and the housekeeper, Feng Ma, and the chef rushed out one after another.

Xiao Yunsheng also said why he didn't see his father and stepmother eating together in the morning. Hearing this sentence after waiting for a long time, he was so frightened that he quickly slipped off his chair and stumbled into the yard.

When they arrived, the servants had formed a semicircle, surrounding the two of them.

The old housekeeper was so anxious that he jumped.

"First, sir, stop fighting, madam, madam, be careful..."

Feng's mother clenched her hands into fists, wishing she could rush forward, but she didn't know who to help.

"O God, what should I do? Don't get hurt."

Everyone was nervous and scared. Cuifen pinched the chef's arm with a ferocious look on her face, as if she was the one fighting inside.

The chef looked so engrossed that he felt as if he had been beaten, otherwise why would his arm hurt so much?

Xiao Yunsheng rushed over in a hurry and was frightened when he saw the two of them fighting inextricably.

Crying and shouting:

"Don't fight anymore, don't fight anymore!"

After shouting and shouting, I realized something was wrong. The father and stepmother didn't seem to be really fighting.

Then he started clapping his hands to "come on".

"Come on daddy!"

"Little stepmother, hit him, hit him."

"Slap him on the face, little stepmother, spank his ass, little stepmother, you are awesome!"

When Fang Qingqing heard the voice, her hands and feet were busy but she didn't forget to give her great son a bright smile.

He turned around and punched in the wind. I don't know if it was because of the resentment towards Yun Yan during this period, or if it was just his style.

Yun Yan gave in to her at first, but later had to deal with it with all his strength so as not to fall behind.

"Yunyan, look, what is that!"

Fang Qingqing got a little angry as she was slapping him. How could this person predict her own prediction every time and start cheating?

Yun Yan crooked his lips and smiled, knowing what she had in mind, but he still cooperated and turned his face away.

"Snapped!"

Fang Qingqing's plan succeeded, and she punched Yun Yan in the chest, followed by a roundhouse kick, straight into the man's face.

Yun Yan didn't even need to look back, the wind next to her ears could feel that she had used all her strength.

The man tilted his head slightly, grabbed Fang Qingqing's slender legs with his big palm, and looked at her with an unknown smile.

Fang Qingqing exerted force on her legs and couldn't break free.

"Yunyan, let go."

"Didn't I say there was a fair duel? You should find a way to break free on your own."

Yun Yan's palms were squeezed tightly, and there was a funny expression on his handsome face, making him look much more agile.

Fang Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then rolled her eyes the next second. Instead of breaking free, she bent her knees and leaned towards Yun Yan.

Do the opposite.

This move was not what Yun Yan expected. When he was still confused, he saw Fang Qingqing stand on tiptoe with her other foot and jump directly on the spot.

Yun Yan:......

Xiao Yunsheng: ...(covering face and peeking)

Butler Liu: Huh? ? ?

Feng’s mother: Oh, I didn’t see it.

Cuifen and the chef looked at each other, and their eyes fell on the chef's red arm...

Chef: Ahhh!

Cuifen: I'm so sorry.

At this time, Fang Qingqing had one leg hooked around Yun Yan's waist, and the other leg was held by Yun Yan's ankle and suspended to the side. One hand was holding his shoulder and the other hand was pinching Yun Yan's neck, condescendingly looked at him.

With a proud expression and a bold tone:

"I'm on top and you're on bottom, I win."

Yun Yan laughed angrily at her.

"Ms. Fang's winning gesture is really special."

Fang Qingqing hooked her legs harder, her eyes clear only with the joy of victory.

"The posture is not important, the result is the most important. Mr. Yun, let me give you a chance now. Say it again. Are you still weak?"

The strange posture made the distance between the two people closer than when they were on the bed. The hot-blooded man's breath became hot at this moment.

Yun Yan looked up at her. The intense exercise just now made the woman clinging to him blush, her lips were pink, the fine beads of sweat glistened in the sun, and her eyes were even more clear and clean.

His throat slid and he said softly: "Very powerful."

Fang Qingqing's clear eyes lit up and her eyes moved. She could clearly feel the up and down movement of Yun Yan's Adam's apple in her palms, and her heartbeat slowed down for no reason.

Under the morning sun, his eyes were like amber, clear and charming.

The two stared at each other, forgetting their surroundings for a moment.

Until Fang Qingqing touched Yun Yan's Adam's apple and said: "This is the roundest Adam's apple I have ever touched."

All romantic bubbles burst in this second.

The servants who were watching the excitement shook their heads and left. This time they really didn't watch.

Yun Yan raised his eyebrows and his voice became inexplicably hoarse.

"Have you touched it a lot?"

When Fang Qingqing heard this, she actually recalled it seriously.

Xiao Yunsheng turned to look at the leaving servants, and then looked at his father and stepmother who looked like they had just performed a difficult dance and were holding the final pose. There was a big look of confusion on their little faces.

"Little stepmother, why don't you get off daddy yet?"