Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 2 Kidnapping
Less than 5 minutes after entering the door, Jiang Yimian destroyed the clean and tidy room with a hurricane-like speed.

One of the little white shoes was lying and one turned over, one sock was one here and the other, her jeans and T-shirts were randomly thrown on the way to the bedroom, the suitcase was open at the door of the bedroom, and the things inside were turned over It was a mess, looking around, it looked like a large-scale theft scene.

Miss Jiang came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, looked at the mess on the floor, blinked innocently, and then turned to blow dry her hair.

After drying her hair, she didn't put the hair dryer back to its original place. She changed into her pajamas, lifted the quilt, and fell back on the bed.

Turning left, she pressed the right quilt corner under her body, turned right, pressed the left quilt corner under her body, lifted her legs, and pressed the quilt corner under her feet, she successfully rolled herself into a spring rolls.

This is her habit when she sleeps, she doesn't feel safe if she doesn't wrap herself like a silkworm chrysalis.

If the quilt had seams, she was always worried that a hand would come in from under the bed.

Now that she wrapped herself up like a rice dumpling, Miss Jiang sighed and closed her eyes contentedly.

Comfortable……

She didn't draw the curtains, and the golden afterglow of the setting sun came in from the window and fell on the edge of her hair, shining softly on the hair.

This is also a little habit of hers. She doesn't like the curtains to block the sun when she sleeps during the day. She likes the warm feeling of the sun shining on her body. Even with her eyes closed, she can feel the light in front of her eyes, and the corners of her lips can't help but raise slightly.But at night, she is hypocritical and must draw the curtains tightly. No matter how bright the moonlight is, no matter how bright the stars are, the night is too dark, like a man-eating evil spirit, and she feels oppressed.

Thinking in a daze, Jiang Yimian gradually fell asleep.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of the second hand "tick" as it passed the dial.

"Mianmian..." Dimly, she heard someone calling her.

The sound seemed to echo far away, small and lonely.

Her family and friends call her "Xiao Mian", and people who are not familiar with her call her "Miss Jiang" politely. No one has ever called her "Mian Mian", and she is so tender and gentle.

who is it?

She forced herself to open her eyes, and was surprised to find that it was already dark.

It was a warm and quiet night outside the window, but the room was neither warm nor quiet.

Jiang Yimian looked at the man sitting by the bed, his beautiful almond eyes were full of fear.

A cigarette was held between the man's fingers, which was the only light source in the room.

He smoked slowly, his posture was leisurely and undisciplined, he laughed, his voice was low and clear, and even the loudspeaker couldn't make it unpleasant.

"Mianmian, long time no see."

That was the best but most terrifying greeting that Jiang Yimian had ever heard.

Help--

She wanted to call for help, but suddenly got up from the bed, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her hands and feet were cold without a trace of warmth.

The window is still on, and Father Sun is not off work yet.

What I just saw was a dream...

The silence filled the room, as deafening as the exclamation, and she felt it, felt it wrap around her, thick and hard.

With a long sigh, Jiang Yimian fell back on the bed as if exhausted, her eyelashes slowly drooping, blocking the deep fear in her eyes.

Since she was kidnapped three years ago, she would dream of that day from time to time.

She didn't know who the man in the dream was, and she didn't know why she was kidnapped. She was kidnapped for one night, and when she woke up the next morning, she found herself lying peacefully in the hotel she booked the night before.She herself was not harmed in any way, and her family was not threatened. The so-called kidnapping was absurd like a dream.

But Jiang Yimian knew it was not.

She hasn't had a nightmare for a long time, and she doesn't know what happened today.

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang suddenly, causing her to flinch in fright.

The crescent-like eyebrows frowned slightly, Jiang Yimian felt strange, she just moved in, who would come to find her?

The air conditioner in the room was turned on a little low, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, turned off the air conditioner with the remote control, and walked to the entrance.

When passing by the door of the bedroom, looking at the pile of "roadblocks" on the ground, Jiang Yimian took a few steps back and jumped over with a run-up. It was quite the momentum of Liu Xiang's hurdles back then, with [-]% completion and technical difficulty...

zero.

When she reached the entrance, she lay on the door and looked out through the door mirror.

A man stood outside the door.

To be exact, a very handsome man.

A face so good that a bishop could kick a hole in the stained glass of a cathedral.

The door of the opposite room was open, and it seemed that he was the new resident who moved in today.

There are cameras everywhere in the apartment, and the security is also in place. Jiang Yimian glanced at the backpack she had casually left on the shoe cabinet. The outermost pocket was not fully zippered, revealing a sharp scalpel. She looked back and closed the door. Open, but did not put down the anti-theft chain.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" She tilted her head, revealing a fair and tender face through the crack of the door.

The naturally curly hair is scattered freely, like Trichosanthes.

"Hello." Feng Beiting smiled with curved lips, his eyes were shining brightly, as if the sky was full of stars.

Seeing Feng Beiting's so beautiful face up close, Jiang Yimian couldn't help but let out a "yo" from the bottom of his heart.

She has never seen such a pair of beautiful eyes in her age, from the most beautiful face she has ever seen in her life.

Feng Beiting's eyes are very light amber, the eyelashes are not particularly long, but they are very dark, and the pupils are very bright.

Jiang Yimian thought, this is no longer a foul, but a crime.

Standing in front of him as a girl, she felt a little ashamed.

For a long time, Jiang Yimian felt that the looks of the five elder brothers in the family were already against the sky, especially her third elder brother Jiang Lan, who was elegant and out of the world, like a banished fairy, with a figure like a pine tree and a plum-like body, so handsome.

But the person in front of her is a completely different type from her third brother...

If Jiang Lan is a fresh and elegant ink painting, then this person is an oil painting with rich colors.

Intense and colorful.

The visual impact is extremely strong, the kind that is so beautiful that it shocks the soul.

and--

It doesn't matter if the face is good-looking, but the voice is so beautiful. Miss Jiang thinks that God probably used this voice to inlay the summer clouds with gold.

Before she finished feeling, "Phnom Penh" spoke again, "I'm a resident who just moved in. A few days ago, the workers moved things back and forth. I don't know if I disturbed you. I'm really sorry."

"Ah...it's okay..." It was also her first day here.

"It's a little thought, I hope you don't think it's disgusting." Feng Beiting didn't seem to know how bright his smile was, he kept pursing his lips lightly, and gave the small box in his hand forward.

Jiang Yimian's eyes moved down, and his eyes were fixed on Feng Beiting's hands, his bright and clever eyes sparkled.

His hands are so pretty!
Like his whole being...

Jiang Yimian has a slight hand fetish, it's not serious, it's only for admiration, and she doesn't want to keep it private, at most she just looks at it quietly.Coincidentally, Feng Beiting's hands fit right into her eyes. The joints were clear, white and slender, the nails were manicured just right, and rounds of milky white crescent moons were embedded in the skin.

It's not that it's been spoiled to the point of being lifeless, but it's well maintained.

She watched, and four words appeared in front of her eyes...

Pleasant to the eye.

Seeing her looking straight down, Feng Beiting lowered his eyes, "It's cherries, I wonder if you like them?"

cherry!

Jiang Yimian regained consciousness instantly.

Isn't it a coincidence that her favorite food is cherries.

"That's so embarrassing." The implication is that I like to eat.

Feng Beiting understood, turned the box sideways and handed it to her through the crack of the door, without asking her to put down the anti-theft chain, "They're all neighbors, you're welcome."

"Thank you."

"Then don't bother me, see you another day."

"Goodbye." When closing the door, Jiang Yimian inadvertently saw a small bag hanging on the door of the resident next door, which contained the same box as in her hand, and a small card was pinned to it.

She guessed that the family was not there, so he left a note on the gift.

He is a very gentle person...

(End of this chapter)