Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 18 His size
The motorcycle stopped firmly at the gate of the police station.

The foyer of this building is two stories high, and the main entrance is big enough for a group of Indian elephants to walk in and out, which is very majestic.

Jiang Yimian jumped out of the car very nimbly, took off his helmet and returned it to Feng Beiting.

She didn't thank you this time, but said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work."

"polite."

"Then I'll go in first, bye." Jiang Yimian waved her hand and left, the little colored ball tassels on her cuffs bumped around, lively like her master.

"Ah."

Feng Beiting didn't take off his helmet, and just as he was about to leave, he heard Jiang Yimian's smiling voice again, but the words were not meant for him.

"Morning, Doctor Colby!"

Dr. Colby nodded slightly and remained silent, just like when they first met.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Feng Beiting who was riding a motorcycle under the steps. He didn't look away immediately. He took a rare look, but it was only for a few seconds.

It seemed that the other party was just a thing in his sight, which didn't interest him at all.

Sensing Dr. Colby's gaze, Feng Beiting turned his head slightly, his amber eyes covered with frost.

The shirt on the man on the steps was white and stiff, and just looking at it made people feel clean.

The beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and Feng Beiting's eyes were a little complicated.

He looked away before Jiang Yimian noticed something strange, and rode away on the motorcycle.

Miss Jiang looked at the back of Feng Beiting leaving by bicycle through the glass door of the entrance, and some inexplicable thoughts spread from the bottom of her heart.

Did Dr. Colby take a look at him just now?

still is……

Is she wrong?
Walking into the police station building with Colby back and forth, Jiang Yimian heard a burst of earth-shattering crying.

A blond woman was talking emotionally to two police officers. Sitting beside her was a middle-aged man. His face was tense, like a lead gray mask, with sunken eye sockets and hollow eyes.

Compared to the mad state of a woman, he is much quieter.

His body seemed to be nailed to a chair, like a wooden sculpture, and even the pair of eyelids half covered by the cloudy irises remained motionless.

In the noisy hall, he was undoubtedly as eye-catching as a tarantula on a white cake.

Jiang Yimian recognized him.

It's Ashley's father, Gavin.

Then there is no doubt that the noisy woman next to him is his wife.

Jiang Yimian noticed that her face was covered with gauze, and the wound was still oozing blood.

"What happened?" She lowered her voice and asked the police officer next to her.

"That crazy woman was almost killed by her daughter last night!"

fortunately--

Last night, Colby and Liang Qiu contacted the police in time after the phone call. They rushed to Gavin's house and found Mrs. Gavin in a coma. Someone had just cut a wound on her face with a sharp object, but no one was found at the scene. The murderer, according to Mrs. Gavin's recollection, was only her and Ashley at home at the time, and she passed out after drinking the water given by the other party.

Under the bed in Ashley's bedroom, police found the remaining unused ether, as well as a notebook with a diary in the first half and a murder plan in the second half.

After Ashley escaped last night, his whereabouts are still unknown.

"Catch her back! You must bring her back as soon as possible, she is a lunatic!" Mrs. Gavin was still mad, and her face seemed to be blown to pieces for a moment, becoming just a combination of facial features, without shape , also out of control.

She didn't even want to mention Ashley's name. From the beginning to the end, Jiang Yimian didn't see the slightest look of pain and sadness for her daughter as a mother.

Nothing.

"She's not my daughter, I don't have this kind of murderer's daughter!"

"enough……"

Gavin's pale lips moved up and down, it was just a pure murmur, Jiang Yimian didn't hear anything clearly.

He stood up suddenly and moved his body slowly, as if he was under tremendous pressure and pain.

He is like a fly with remnant wings, moving wearily from grid to grid, like a person who has suddenly aged and disillusioned.

Jiang Yimian looked at it, feeling a little frustrated.

In all fairness, she felt uncomfortable seeing that scene, but it was not as uncomfortable as she imagined. That feeling was the same as that of those office workers who received a fixed salary.

For a moment, she seemed to vaguely understand Ashley's state of mind.

One is the mother who abandoned her since childhood and never gave her a trace of maternal love, and the other is the father who single-handedly pulled her away and never remarried for her. The reunion of these two people undoubtedly pushed her to a dead end.

Of course, these are only superficial appearances, and maybe there are more contradictions in the relationship between their family when they get deeper.For example, Jiang Yimian discovered that the dress worn by Mrs. Gavin was the latest model of a well-known brand, which was obviously not something their family could afford.

She could see this at a glance, and Ashley had been under the same roof with them all day, and naturally learned more.

She felt sorry for her father and didn't want him to waste time and energy on a woman who didn't love him at all.

For Gavin, she is attached, even if that relationship is a little sick.

As for her mother, she was undoubtedly disgusted.

The simmering annoyance and the anger that had nowhere to vent gradually merged into a stomach full of hatred.

It's just the law thing...

If you step out, there is only one way to go to the dark.

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The following arrests are in the charge of the criminal police, Jiang Yimian, a forensic doctor who came to study and exchange, doesn't need to get involved, she is also happy and at ease, thinking of going home to read novels as soon as possible.

But when she passed a shopping mall, she suddenly remembered that the clothes she owed to Feng Beiting hadn't been returned, so she turned her heels decisively and walked in.

There are not many people in the mall during non-holidays.

While feeling deserted psychologically, the body is not very able to withstand the invasion of the air-conditioning.

Jiang Yimian was wearing a pair of denim shorts today, with three-quarters of her legs exposed, and worried about blowing out her old cold legs, she chose to make a quick decision and went into the nearest men's clothing store.

She wasn't sure about Feng Beiting's size, so she could only describe it to the clerk as best she could, "Height is about 185, weight is about 70kg, waist circumference..."

Miss Jiang tried her best to recall the scene of holding his waist on a motorcycle just now, and tried to circle her arms.

Puckering her lips, she motioned the clerk to look at her and tried to make a circle, "It's about this thick."

"...Okay."

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　　ps: The day before yesterday was 99, yesterday was 89, today is 80O(∩_∩)O haha~ I don’t know if I will continue to move forward tomorrow, you all like and support, Daqi will continue to work hard~
　　In other words, I think Mianmian is so rich and loving hahahahaha~ Let me boast~
　　
　
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