Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 209 Feng Beiting, let's get engaged

Forget it, besides Lin Sinan, where did the third boat come from?
While thinking about this matter, Jiang Yimian suddenly noticed that Feng Beiting was secretly looking at her secretly, recalling his childish behavior of finding other women to make her jealous, she couldn't help thinking that someone in Su Fu's novels also used this kind of provocative The operation determined the intention of the other half, but in the end it went wrong, and the "daughter-in-law" ran away with other little brothers.

The strength of the hands that ravaged his face gradually receded, Jiang Yimian said, "Let me ask you, are you looking for that woman just to annoy me?"

Feng Beiting turned his face away, and suddenly looked arrogant.

Seeing this, Jiang Yimian made a gesture to get up and leave, "I'll leave if I don't say anything."

He clasped her waist tightly with his hands, locked her in his arms, and said awkwardly, "...Yes, that's all right."

"Then let me tell you, don't use this method to anger me in the future.

I don't care how much grievance and anger you feel in your heart, you can't use similar methods to test me again.

You can come to me directly to vent, scold me as you like as long as you don’t hit me, or lift me up and throw me on the bed like that, that’s fine, just don’t hold it in your heart. "

Feng Beiting's eyes moved slightly, and his expression gradually softened.

He suddenly turned over and pressed Jiang Yimian under him, and asked her seriously, "Then what about on the sofa? Is it okay?"

Jiang Yimian: "..."

This is activism.

He is just a "selective actionist", and he has not seen such efficient action in other things.

"Mianmian?"

"As long as I don't perform for others, it doesn't matter where I am."

Pushing away Feng Beiting's lips, Jiang Yimian said again, "But not now."

"why?!"

"You haven't agreed to what I just said."

"I promise."

"Then you promise, if you don't count your words, you will have no paper to go to the toilet, no chopsticks to order takeaway, and no daughter-in-law if you want to get married."

The last sentence was a fatal blow to Feng Beiting.

He nodded almost with a dark face.

Seeing this, Jiang Yimian wrapped her arms around his neck in satisfaction, and pressed the tip of her nose to his.

She has made a decision.

According to Feng Beiting's recent illnesses, she summed up some experience.

In terms of relationships, Feng Beiting was extremely insecure.

No matter how perfect he usually is, once he falls ill, those most genuine little thoughts will be revealed.

For example, in his delusions, their relationship is always difficult to go smoothly, and every time the problem is her, she is either terminally ill, divorced and remarried, or simply turned into a flirtatious green tea like today prostitute.

Although it was Feng Beiting who got sick, the source of the disease was hers.

and--

She seemed to have nothing more to ask him to do. After all, he had already given his all to love her, so if he wanted to break this situation, only she would make the effort.

The so-called effort refers to active and purposeful activities.

Her purpose is to make him feel at ease.

The tip of her nose lightly pressed against his, and Jiang Yimian's smiling voice resounded, "Feng Beiting, let's get engaged."

It's too early to get married, and her parents can't agree.

This is the best way she can think of to appease him and further confirm the relationship between the two.

Feng Beiting was going to kiss her, but he froze suddenly when he heard these words.

Like petrification, it seems that he is holding his breath.

"Mianmian..."

He called her out in a daze, the astonishment in his eyes was gradually replaced by surprise, and finally turned into ecstasy, shining brightly, reflecting her fair face, smiling like a flower.

Feng Beiting hugged her so excitedly that he lost control of his strength.

Jiang Yimian's waist hurt from being strangled by him, but she still obediently let him hold her, and asked with a smile, "You haven't said whether you want it or not?"

"I am willing!"

How could you not want to!

"Mianmian... are you real..." Or was it just his own delusion?
Hearing this, Jiang Yimian's eyes flickered slightly.

He suddenly said the word "delusion", which was a problem he didn't realize when he was sick.

He's alright? !

Thinking of this, Jiang Yimian's heart ached, the tip of his nose and the sockets of his eyes felt sour.

She grabbed his hand and stuck it to her face, looking at him with a smile, "Squeeze it for you to see if I'm real."

Feng Beiting stared at her affectionately, his beautiful eyes gleaming with water.

He was not willing to pinch her, but poked the deep dimples on her cheeks with his warm fingertips. The soft and tender touch couldn't be more real.

He suddenly smiled, satisfied like a child, "It's true..."

"Uh-huh."

"Mianmian, thank you." Thank you for pampering him and liking him.

How long is the road to reach Kiss, how much wandering loneliness is needed to have her as a companion.

The winter night of February returned with its secret moonlight, and the hazy smog floated gently in the room, in which she was like a rose wet with mermaids and foam.

Jiang Yimian proudly raised her smiling face, her eyes were shining like stars, "You're welcome, and...

I love you. "

She didn't know what kind of love she should give in the face of the expectation of spring, but now she understands.

That love is a lucidity that embraces both death and life, from which it creates dreams stranger than life, deeper than death.

"Mianmian!"

"Don't be so excited. From now on, I will say these three words to you every day until you feel like vomiting."

"...That's hard." No amount of her love was enough for him.

Seeing that he had returned to normal, Jiang Yimian thought for a while and asked, "What's wrong with you today? Why did you suddenly fall ill?

Who did you see?Or did I misunderstand something? "

Recalling the words he heard at the Japanese grocery store, Feng Beiting's eyes became darker and darker.

Qi Yan...

What an annoying existence.

Facing Jiang Yimian's question, if it was Feng Beiting who was suffering from illness, he would definitely not tell the truth, but now he regained his senses, although he rejected it, he still said frankly, "I overheard someone mentioning Qi Yan.

They said that he is the son-in-law your family is looking forward to, and your parents have always wanted to match you up. "

"Qi Yan?!" Jiang Yimian frowned, surprised to hear this name from Feng Beiting.

When he mentioned Qi Yan just now, his tone was very natural, as if he knew about his existence long ago, rather than from others.

If it is said that he had a certain understanding of Qi Yan when he was investigating her, it seems that there is something unreasonable.

She and Qi Yan have no other contact except for the kidnapping case more than ten years ago.

Feng Beiting had no reason to investigate him.

From the emotional point of view, he had always been competing with Lin Sinan before, when did he turn his attention to Qi Yan again?
When he came back to his senses, seeing Feng Beiting was still staring at him, Jiang Yimian hurriedly said, "I won't explain the extra nonsense, I'll just tell you, your position in Xiao Jiang Jiang's heart is higher than mine now .

When I was having dinner today, my third aunt asked me if you would come to my house for the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day.

You taste, you taste carefully, can you feel my family's eager expectation for you? "

Hearing this, Feng Beiting's lips curled up in coaxing.

knock --

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Prison Temple's calm voice came from outside the door without any ups and downs, "Si Shao, Xi Tan is here."

Hearing this, Jiang Yimian was slightly taken aback.

With her eyebrows slightly raised, she asked Feng Beiting bluntly, "Do you still have contact with her?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Sorry, no." She was just curious.

"She is Caiyun."

"You know it too?!" When did he know it?

Because it was related to Xi Tan's personal privacy, and she was involved in that case at the time, she didn't disclose this to him.

Feng Beiting twirled the curly hair that fell from her forehead, and said proudly, "Well, besides that, I know something that you don't."

"what?"

"Want to know?" He persuasively.

"Ah."

He leaned closer to her, and brought his darker lips to hers, "Show me, and I'll tell you."

"Forget it, I don't really want to know." Miss Jiang twitched the corners of her lips with a half-smile, and deviated forever from the routine Feng Beiting had set for her.

"Ouch! Sorry to bother you!"

Suddenly there was a whistle at the door.

The two turned their heads and saw Xi Tan with silver-gray hair standing at the door, looking at the two of them with interest.

Feng Beiting raised his eyebrows, "Sit."

"Don't sit down, I just came to tell you that Mr. Q's address is in Chicago, country M." At present, that's all she has found. "I'll let you know if there's any news later."

A strange color flashed in Feng Beiting's eyes.

Chicago, Mr. Q...

After a moment of silence, he opened his lips and said, "There's no need to check any more."

He thought he knew who it was.

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　　ps: four more~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)