Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 14 Be obedient and stay by my side

"Master."

"Xiao Mian, what are you doing? Come out to drink with Master?" Liang Qiu's tongue chattered from the other end of the phone, obviously drunk.

Jiang Yimian raised her eyebrows helplessly, and raised her index finger to scratch her smooth forehead.

Her master would force her to such an extent that she couldn't find it for thirty days a month, and it was all due to her master's wife's force to wake her up.

Before coming to Los Angeles, her mistress told her that if a man is drunk, the last thing you can do is stop him from drinking.So seeing her master drunk now, Jiang Yimian didn't try to persuade him to put down the wine glass in his hand, but yelled with a smile, "Master's wife is good!"

"My wife, I was wrong! Don't do anything! Say something!"

Along with Liang Qiu's imageless "howling", Jiang Yimian also heard a "boom", judging from her experience, he should have knelt down.

"puff--"

Liang Qiu knelt down and begged for mercy, while Jiang Yimian snickered unkindly here.

However, she accidentally heard a familiar voice from over there.

"Damn girl!" Liang Qiu reacted with a feeling of gnashing his teeth, "Hurry up and come here, we'll wait for you here."

"you?!"

"Drew and I." As he spoke, Liang Qiu's voice suddenly lowered, as if he was whispering to her, "Master has already found out for you, this kid is single, has a car and a house in Los Angeles, and has no father in his hometown No mother, it's just right for you, so hurry up and tidy up."

"..."

Jiang Yimian wanted to say, Master, do you still remember what we are here for?
The bones of the four deceased are still cold, and you still have the leisure to protect the media and pull the strings, what about your conscience!
"Hurry up, or I'll go over and pick you up in person!" Liang Qiu's threats didn't have any deterrent effect.

"Please don't carry me, I can walk by myself, I have grown up long ago, I can go to the toilet by myself, and I can take care of everything by myself, so don't carry me."

No matter how you joke, Jiang Yimian is indeed a little worried about her alcoholic master, not because he is worried about his drunken sex, but because he is worried about his heart.

People who choose to get drunk usually do so to avoid something.

but--

Everyone is running away from something, but not everyone gets drunk.

She didn't agree with Liang Qiu's way of getting herself drunk before, but later he told her that when you encounter difficulties when you are young, you can withstand a lot of tossing, and when you are nearly forty, you will not be able to recover like before up.

After that day, she understood.

With an inaudible sigh, Jiang Yimian said calmly, "Send me the address, and I'll go find you right away."

When Feng Beiting walked into the living room with the washed cherries, he just heard her say this.

There was a pause in the movement of leaning over, the hand holding the fruit plate suddenly tightened, and the eyes became cold, like half-frozen water.

Jiang Yimian stood in front of the window with his back facing him, from where he could see the last ray of light of the day reluctantly fading away, he could vaguely see the sparkling sea in the distance, the color of darkness was constantly floating above the hills. Patrol in a hurry.

"Master, let Drew go first, so that he won't misunderstand that I'm looking for him when I go there." Whether it's her narcissism, the less contact between the two, the better, "Also, do you have any in the future?" At that time, it is better to drink two more glasses of wine, and stop thinking about finding a boyfriend for me, I have already said that I am now focused on making money and not in love."

When she said this, she subconsciously poked the pear dimple on her cheek with her index finger. It was her habitual action when she was lying, and Feng Beiting knew it.

He also knows...

Her fat master introduced her to her boyfriend.

She declined because of another man.

Nothing to do with making money.

It has nothing to do with him.

Slowly placing the fruit plate full of cherries on the coffee table, Feng Beiting's movements were very light, without making any sound.

The water surface in his eyes was completely frozen at this moment, and there was a very special kind of apathy in his eyes, a kind of apathy full of murderous intent.

When Jiang Yimian finished the call and turned around, she saw Feng Beiting staring at a cherry, pinching the stem of the cherry with two white fingers, a bit like "smiling at the flower".

"Do you want to eat cherries?" He looked at her consciously, and the coldness in his eyes faded away.

"...Don't eat it for now." Jiang Yimian swallowed, her eyes fixed on the crystal clear cherries, and it was the first time that Feng Beiting's hand didn't take her full attention away.

Feng Beiting chuckled.

She's good with words.

What she said was to stop eating "first", not stop eating. It seems that cherries are indeed very attractive to her.

"I have something to go out, and we can talk about it another day."

"Ah."

"Goodbye." Jiang Yimian smiled and waved goodbye to him, not forgetting to take the novel away, under the light, the pear dimples on her cheeks were so deep that shadows appeared.

When she was about to leave, she suddenly stopped, "Um... where did you buy your cherries..."

"I planted this myself." Feng Beiting gave an unexpected answer.

"Se-seed by yourself?!"

"I have a small orchard in the suburbs, and I grow some cherries in it. I usually eat it myself or give it to friends." He picked up one and twirled it between his fingers, and the bright red lined his fingertips with white light. "You If you also like to eat, I’ll ask someone to bring some more to you another day.”

"No, no, it's too embarrassing..."

Jiang Yimian said words of refusal, but those bright eyes were not the case.

"You're welcome, that's the deal." Just the right domineering, it won't make people feel disgusted, at least in Jiang Yimian's heart, Feng Beiting is a gentle person, "Go and get busy."

"OK Bye Bye."

"Be careful on the road."

Watching her go back to the next door, Feng Beiting closed the door and took off the gentle mask on his face.

Taking out his mobile phone, he dialed the phone number of the prison temple, and he was connected after the ringtone.

"Do things." Two short words escaped from the lips, but there was a trace of ruthlessness.

"Yes."

Looking at his cold face reflected on the glass, Feng Beiting slowly evoked a charming smile.

Mianmian, you see, as long as I want to, I can become the kind of person you like.

I can do whatever you like.

But the premise is...

You have to stay by my side obediently.

(End of this chapter)