Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 12

Feng Beiting looked down at her, a faint light glowed in his amber eyes, like the light coming from the end of the dusty corridor.

"Mianmian..." His thin lips parted slightly, and he called out in a low voice.

It seemed to wake her up, but it didn't seem to.

He seemed to be testing, worried that she didn't sleep deeply enough.

Gently brushing her cheeks with gentle fingertips, drawing her lips again and again, the eyes became brighter and brighter, like a burning flame.

Bowing his head, a kiss was printed on her lips.

The heart suddenly beat in disorder, and the calm was broken.

A gentle and depressing kiss will melt the ice, soften the butter, and make the cat meow.

He knew it was risky, but he couldn't help himself.

Some people just can't quit.

Feng Beiting still remembered that when the old man in the family learned that he wanted to take Jiang Yimian for himself, he said, "You want to marry the Jiang family's daughter, you are wishful thinking!"

He curled his lips, smiling casually.

He is not wishful thinking, but wishful thinking first, then delusional.

There is an essential difference between the two.

She was someone he couldn't dislike. How many people could he meet in a lifetime to be able to say that?

At least among him, Jiang Yimian is the only one.

*
Jiang Yimian was woken up by Feng Beiting.

When I woke up, it was dark.

When she woke up, she found herself lying on the sofa in his house, covered with a thin blanket, her right cheek was flushed and a little hot.

"I..." She patted her face, trying to recall what happened before she fell asleep.

"I didn't wake you up when I saw you were too deep asleep." He nodded his eyes, "Your dark circles are very heavy."

"I went to bed too late last night."

"Come and eat, I'll do your part."

Feng Beiting got up and walked away. When he came back, he held a cup of warm water in his hand, "It may also be because I put soothing and hypnotic aromatherapy in my house, so you slept so deeply."

"Aromatherapy?!" She was slightly startled.

"Yeah." He nodded without hiding it, "Suddenly changed to a new environment, and I was a little insomnia, so I put some soothing incense at home, but I didn't expect it to have such a significant effect on you."

He couldn't help chuckling, the low laughter made Jiang Yimian a little embarrassed.

Well, she was too lethargic.

But even she herself didn't expect that she would be so unguarded against him, obviously she is usually a very cautious person.

strangeness……

At this moment, Jiang Yimian hasn't noticed it yet, usually when people find something abnormal, it usually means that there are problems in other aspects as well.

It's just that she didn't think much about it at this moment.

Perhaps the sick Feng Beiting didn't bring her too much pressure and sense of crisis, or maybe she was simply confused by his beautiful hands and face. In short, she attributed her drowsiness to "lack of sleep and tranquilization." Fragrance", so I fell asleep as a matter of course.

When she came back to her senses, she saw that Feng Beiting was still handing her the water, so she quickly took it and thanked her.

"By the way, your temperature has dropped?" She saw that his face was not as red as before.

"Well, thanks to your medicine."

He set the table and chopsticks, and gestured "please" to her, "This meal will be regarded as your thank you for taking care of me and my apology for crashing your car, are you willing to reward me?"

"Then it should be treated twice!" Getting along with Feng Beiting was so easy that Jiang Yimian subconsciously began to talk poorly.

The other party was taken aback, then nodded with a smile.

She didn't know that, in fact, he couldn't ask for more.

Before eating, Jiang Yimian went to the bathroom to wash her hands, her gaze swept across the clean mirror on the sink, her eyes subconsciously fell on her own lips.

Very light milk tea color, very moist, looking at it makes you want to take a bite.

Suddenly, she had the illusion that she had been kissed.

She picked up a handful of water and wiped it lightly, the cool touch dispelled the messy thoughts in her heart.

After sleeping, her hair was a little messy. She took off the two little cherry hair ropes on her head, straightened her hair before tying it back.But the rubber bands were too tight, and one of them flew out without a trace. She looked around but couldn't find it, and finally tied it with a thin hair rope.

Later, Mr. Feng put the hair rope lost by Miss Jiang into the small box "Mianmian Exclusive".

Of course, that's a story.

Coming out of the bathroom, Jiang Yimian sat across from Feng Beiting and prepared to eat.

Looking at the exquisite four dishes and one soup on the table, her eyes could not help but flash a bright color.

Beautiful dishes made by beautiful people with beautiful hands.

"I don't know your taste, so I made some casually, don't dislike it." Feng Beiting was very humble.

"how come!"

She's not such a pushy person.

It's good to eat some, how can you be picky and picky!
But should I say it or not, his craftsmanship is really good, comparable to that of her chef.And it's a coincidence that all the dishes he cooks are her favorite dishes. I didn't expect that the two of them have similar tastes.

Seeing her eating happily, Feng Beiting smiled very gently, almost weirdly.

"Hey!" Seeing him holding chopsticks with his left hand, she looked surprised, "Are you left-handed?!"

"Ah."

"Then is your right hand flexible?" She held two chopsticks with her right hand and tapped them up and down.

"I can only write, and everything else..." Feng Beiting pursed his lips and smiled lightly, shaking his head slightly.

Jiang Yimian nodded knowingly.

She just said, the two of them have been in touch for several times, every time he moves with his left hand first, when he gives her cherries, when he helps her carry things, and when she hands him a tissue to wipe his hands .She noticed it then, but she was too embarrassed to ask him directly.

It is said that people who are left-handed are smarter, and many geniuses are left-handed.

Her eyes fell on Feng Beiting, and she inspected every line of his face with her eyes, like Sherlock Holmes holding a magnifying glass or Thorndike holding a lens.

He noticed it, but pretended not to know it, and ate safely, slowly and gracefully.

19:00
As the dinner drew to a close, the TV at Feng Beiting's house turned on automatically, and hot social news was being broadcast.

[As of now, there have been four homicides in this city one after another. The dead are all middle-aged women. The police are fully investigating...]

"Clang"!
A spare rib on Jiang Yimian's chopsticks fell on the table.

He glanced up and silently pushed the plate of ribs towards her.

"Did you suddenly think of something?"

"Why don't you think I'm frightened?" She felt very novel.

"You shouldn't be so timid." When Feng Beiting said this, his tone was very firm, "The pile of documents on the coffee table belonged to you. When I woke you up, I glanced at them and found that they were all made by" Oedipus complex' or 'Electra complex' cases."

The implication is that the ones you study are more than the heavy flavors reported on TV.

(End of this chapter)