Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 17

Miss Jiang successfully attracted Feng Beiting's attention with a thousand paper cranes that could be destroyed by a single sneeze.

"What else would you fold?"

"A lot." Jiang Yimian pointed to him with fingers, "Stars, cameras, airplanes, hearts, roses..."

"Can you teach me how to fold roses?"

"Okay."

It is rare for someone to appreciate her hobby, and Ms. Jiang said she was very happy.

She usually messes with this in front of her family. Although they don't say anything on the surface, they all feel that she is naive in their hearts. Don't think that she doesn't know if they don't tell them!

People are so smart!
Another tissue was drawn out for Feng Beiting, and Jiang Yimian taught him extra carefully, "First fold it in half, then fold it in half again, and fold it into eight grids..."

knock --

Someone knocked on the car window on Feng Beiting's side, and the expressionless baby face of Prison Temple appeared outside the car window.

"I'll learn it another day, get out of the car first."

"... Oh." Jiang Yimian conveniently put the paper crane she had folded on the armrest box, got out of the car with her backpack and went around to the other side.

Prison Temple was handing a key to Feng Beiting, his body movements were a little stiff, and he looked like a robot with no emotions.

There was a very cool motorcycle parked beside him, which attracted the attention of the whole street.

Passing the helmet on the back seat to Jiang Yimian, Feng Beiting put on one himself, and sat on it with his long legs.

"Come up."

Miss Jiang nodded, faintly feeling that the two of them were about to become the most beautiful cubs in the whole street.

She hasn't ridden a motorcycle for a long time, the last time was when she was in junior high school.Her fifth brother, Jiang Mo, was rewarded with a motorcycle he had wanted for a long time because of his good grades in the exam. He happily took her out for a ride, but as a result, the bicycle hit her against a tree and threw her flying, knocking her head out of the bag.

Then--

Jiang Mo was thrown into the army and suffered for half a year.

As for the motorcycle, it is still parked in the Jiang family compound to collect ashes.

Since then, Mr. Jiang has promulgated a rule at home, whoever takes Jiang Yimian out in the future must sit on "iron-covered skin" and put an end to "skin-covered iron".

Therefore, Jiang Yimian hadn't experienced the feeling of a gust of wind hitting his face for many years.

Stepping into the back seat nimbly, she noticed that Feng Beiting didn't leave immediately after starting the motorcycle, but looked back at her twice, a little hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" Because she was wearing a helmet, her voice sounded soft, the kind that people couldn't help touching their heads.

"...Do you want to hug me?"

Feng Beiting hesitated to ask. Obviously, he thought that saying such things to girls would easily cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

But Jiang Yimian was not so pretentious, she said "Oh", and generously stretched out her paws to hug his waist, the smiling face under the helmet looked like a nympho girl who had successfully taken advantage of her.

Why does she think that this man is so innocent?

Is it an illusion?

After a long time, Jiang Yimian got the answer through the lessons of blood and tears: It really is an illusion.

But now, Miss Jiang didn't realize it.

The big Harley passed through the street, and the June wind walked through the streets and alleys, which rarely brought coolness to people.

Feng Beiting rode very slowly.

Ok……

quite slow.

Dazed is the déjà vu of riding Harley out of Emma's electric car.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a Russian aunt riding an electric scooter overtake them. When passing by them, Jiang Yimian understood the expression on the other side's face as unbelievable.

Jiang Yimian: "..."

She was wrong, they couldn't keep up with electric cars.

Withdrawing her hand and poking him on the shoulder, she tentatively suggested, "Why don't you hurry up?"

She felt that this speed was an insult to the car.

"Too soon to worry you'll be scared."

"...I'm not afraid of being fast." I'm afraid of being humiliated.

"it is good."

Jiang Yimian didn't hear Feng Beiting's "good" word clearly, and was blown away by the wind before he finished speaking.

She thought it was just a polite word to say that she was afraid, but it turned out not to be.

The motorcycle drove like it was about to take off, and this time it felt like riding a Boeing 747.

He rode fast and turned very sharply. Several times, Jiang Yimian had the illusion that she was going to fly out, so she had to hug his waist tightly, so she didn't see the smiling face of the man hiding under the helmet.

*
Prison Temple stood where he was, watching Feng Beiting and Jiang Yimian disappear from sight before looking back.

He took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Let's go." He threw out two words expressionlessly, with no fluctuations in his tone, like a male version of Siri.

After hanging up the phone, he turned his head to look at the car next to him, and stepped forward.

The road ahead has gradually cleared up, the two boys who just molested Jiang Yimian were about to start the car and leave when someone knocked on the car window from the outside.

"What's the matter, are you courting death?"

Prison Temple looked at him, his eyes were no different from looking at a dead person, "Fourth Young Master would like to invite you to sit down."

"What four young masters! Something is wrong with you!"

Prison Temple didn't speak any more.

The person sitting in the driver's seat was still cursing for no apparent reason, but the friend next to him seemed to have reacted, looked at the prison temple in surprise, tugged his companion's sleeve uneasily, his face turned pale with fright, "He, He said the fourth young master... the Feng family, the fourth young master of the Feng family..."

The Feng family exists like poppies in this land.

Absolutely must not be contaminated and provoked.

This family is rooted in country M and is engaged in the business of selling arms. The family is huge and deeply rooted.

Of the four sons in the family, only the youngest son is the most favored by his father. After taking over the family business, he annexed several forces one after another.

I heard that this "Fourth Young Master Feng" is moody and a complete pervert, but he has a deceptive appearance and is even more charming than a woman.

Here, if you ask an old man who is nearly seventy years old, which side is more likely to promote economic development, the Democratic Party or the Republican Party, she may not know, but she must know that the Feng family holds the so-called economic lifeline in the words of financial consultants.

Because you can never know enough about the fringes and those who walk on the fringes.

Seeing that the man in the driver's seat gradually turned into the same type of fear as his companion, Guisi said lightly, "Drive and follow me", then turned around and got into Feng Beiting's car.

When he released the handbrake, he saw the paper crane on the armrest box, blinked his dark eyes, and silently opened it to blow his nose.

As soon as the window was lowered, it was thrown into the trash can with a "swoosh".

after that--

He was "thrown" into the orchard by Feng Beiting to grow cherries.

After this time, the little brother of the prison temple learned to be good, even if he saw a hair in his young master's car, he didn't dare to touch it, and carefully protected it so that it would not be blown away by the wind.

Back to now.

Prison Temple led the way, and the two unlucky children followed behind tremblingly.

They are afraid, but they dare not slip even more.

The two of them didn't know why they were targeted by the Feng family. Although they didn't follow the rules, they didn't do anything out of the ordinary. The police wouldn't even bother, could it be that the young master of the Feng family even cared about this in his spare time?

Prison thought, his young master is not idle, but sick.

crazy.

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　　【small theater】

　　Daqi: It’s a new year, do you two have anything to say to readers who like you?
　　Mianmian: You are very discerning.

　　Fourth Young Master Feng: Who likes my Mianmian!Kill them all!
　　Daqi: ...

　　Visually, no one likes this episode of the small theater (￢_￢)
　　Daqi: Don’t you have anything to say about Wenwen?
　　Mianmian: Vote for me!I want more people to know the name of the princess who is the most invincible girl in the universe o(*￣︶￣*)o
　　Fourth Young Master Feng: Who is Wen Wen? !Want to poach my corner?
　　Daqi: ...

　　Mianmian, take him home, it’s too embarrassing really ╮(╯▽╰)╭

　　Finally, Daqi, along with Feng Sishao and Mianmian, wish everyone a happy new year and all the best in the new year. Say goodbye to 007 and 996. Go to bed early and get up early every day to make a lot of money, be happy~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)