Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 16
Feng Beiting seemed to want to say something, but he didn't have anything to say after he started.

Jiang Yimian, based on what she has learned about his character and his behavior after several times of getting along with him, she guesses that he thinks that her diet is unhealthy, so he wants to invite her to have breakfast together, but he is worried that doing so will be suspicious, so Then he suddenly stopped talking.

She thought he was a gentleman.

A true gentleman who is educated and who maintains that quality 24 hours a day, not the one who just puts on airs in the 15 minutes from when a guest walks through the door to the first round of cocktails.

"What if?"

"Nothing." He shook his head slightly.

Sure enough, he didn't mention anything.

"Oh! That's right!" Jiang Yimian suddenly remembered something, and the smile in his eyes became a little more real, "Thank you for the cherries yesterday, it's super good."

"I'll give it to you after I'm done eating. There's nothing else. You're full of cherries."

While talking, the elevator reached the first floor, Jiang Yimian thanked him and walked out, "See you tonight."

"This is the first floor." Feng Beiting subconsciously grabbed her wrist.

Looking down at him holding his hand, Jiang Yimian didn't look back for a long time.

Following her gaze, Feng Beiting withdrew his hand as naturally as possible, "The parking lot is downstairs."

"I know, my car is being repaired, so I'll take a taxi."

Hearing her say "Send it for repair", Feng Beiting finally seemed to remember what happened yesterday, and the smile on his face was replaced by apology, "Then I'll send you off, no matter what, I caused the trouble."

"It's ok."

"Where are you going, I will take you there if you are on the way."

The implication is that if he doesn't go along the way, he won't force it.

Jiang Yimian stopped being polite to him and gave him the address.

She always felt that this neighbor's sense of propriety was not as good as usual, and that he was close to the right level, caring to the point, and would not make people feel uncomfortable.

At least she is used to getting along with him.

"My company is in that block, let's go."

The elevator door was still open, Feng Beiting stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Yimian into the elevator, but when he thought of her overly focused eyes just now, he turned a corner and stood beside the elevator door, looking worried that the door would close.

He did it naturally, and everything happened in the blink of an eye. Others probably wouldn't notice it, but Jiang Yimian noticed it.

Her naturally milky brown lips lifted slightly, and the flickering light in her eyes was mixed with a little smile.

I don't know why this man is a bit cute...

In fact, when she looked at his hands just now, she didn't mind his behavior, but felt that his hands were whiter than her wrists. It was purely caused by jealousy, and had nothing to do with the problems of "men and women can't kiss each other".

After recovering, she took the initiative to walk into the elevator, "That's troublesome."

"Should be."

The two got out of the elevator on the negative floor.

Following Feng Beiting towards his parking space, Jiang Yimian found that the car he crashed yesterday was parked on the left of her parking space, and the car he was about to drive today was parked on the right of her parking space.

Jiang Yimian: "..."

Should it be said that he is far-sighted, or is he a big spender?

In fact, the Jiang family is also a "big family". In ancient times, they were proper relatives of the emperor, but the Jiang family has a good family style and strict family rules. The word "spend" does not exist at all.Fortunately, Jiang Yimian is the only girl in the family, so the policy will be slightly relaxed, especially for her to buy a house abroad, which other people dare not even dream of.

The car was driving steadily on the road, Jiang Yimian sat on the co-pilot bored, his eyes wandering back and forth between the windshield and the window.

Moving around, it finally landed on Feng Beiting's hand holding the steering wheel.

tsk...

It's so beautiful.

It's a pity that I don't do my homework.

When Miss Jiang was dreaming, Feng Beiting answered a phone call. She didn't listen carefully, and only caught a few words.

He said, "I'm on my way and will join the company later", "The plan is feasible, so we will implement it accordingly."

Minutes later, there was a serious traffic jam on their block.

I don't know why the whole road is blocked, and I'm not sure when it will be cleared.

Although Feng Beiting and Jiang Yimian were not in a hurry, they couldn't bear the anxiety of being stuck in traffic.

When the window was pressed down, a gust of humid heat suddenly rushed to the face.

Horns blaring one after another, annoying people, music throbbing in the distance like the bass boom of a cheap radio.

Jiang Yimian clasped the car window with both hands, resting her chin on the back of her hands, blinking a pair of almond eyes and looking out, the sunlight hit her face, making it glow white.

The roadside is full of trees, and the green tops of the trees sway gently under the hazy blue sky. It is not a quiet street. There is a rose arch in the direction facing Jiang Yimian, and countless flowers are planted on both sides. In the sunshine of California It looks low-key and cold.

Some drivers even turned off their engines and ran to the trees on the side of the road to cool off.

There were two men sitting in the car parked next to Jiang Yimian and the others. They seemed to be about the same age as her. They probably thought of teasing her because they saw how cute she was. They whistled and gestured at her.

Feng Beiting glanced sideways.

The sun in the sky was hanging just right, but the sun in his expression had set first, and the following night would be chilly, as if several layers of honey had been torn off, and the soft lines on his face turned into hard ridges in vain.

The hands holding the steering wheel suddenly tightened, and the amber eyes looked like two lumps of ice.

Jiang Yimian turned the back of her head towards him, unaware that the gentleman had changed his face, she just suddenly felt that the temperature in the car was a little lower.

Rubbing the goosebumps on her arms, she grinned at the two boys in the car next door, her smiles were so sweet that they were soaked in a honey pot, and they were fascinated by each other.

Then came the point.

Under the rippling gaze of the other party, she slowly made a gesture of a friendly (provocative) friend (yelling (humorous)).

The two younger brothers who were played looked at her raised middle finger, and stood there with a dull expression, as if they didn't expect that such a docile chick was quite wild.

In contrast, Feng Beiting was not so surprised.

The gentle look was "put back" on his face again, and he was calm as if he hadn't seen the scene just now.

Jiang Yimian raised the car window and turned sideways, her gaze inadvertently caught sight of the tissue paper placed on the car's armrest box, she took out one and began to fold it slowly.

Feng Beiting watched, curious at the right time, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Origami." She bent her lips, dimpled slightly.

"...Fold it with a tissue?!"

She just smiled and said nothing.

After a few clicks, a thousand paper cranes appeared in front of Feng Beiting.

She gave him a look of "how about it, I'm amazing", proud and proud, but it didn't make people feel disgusted. Instead, she felt innocent and cute like a child.

although--

The previous adjective has little to do with her.

Liang Qiu once said that anyone who says Jiang Yimian is innocent has never been tricked by her.

As a victim of her "bad hands", Liang Qiu felt that he had the most right to speak.

(End of this chapter)