Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 223 Don't look at him, not even a glance
When Qi Yan came, Feng Beiting was playing mahjong with Jiang Yu, Jiang Min, and Jiang Mo. He lazily leaned on the chair, touched a card, stroked it lightly with his thumb, and played it without even looking at it. Go out, "Two barrels."

"Sorry, Hu Pai." Jiang Yan smiled softly, and pushed down the neat row of "Great Walls" in his hand.

"Second brother is really lucky."

"Hey! Did you do it on purpose?!" Feng Beiting, who fired the cannon, was still calm, but Jiang Mo, who was running with him, became angry, "I have been feeding cards to the eldest brother and the second brother, and if you don't, just light the cannon, obviously I am you Next home!"

From the beginning to now, he has played a few rounds, and the door is opened only by touching the cards of the opponent and the next player. He can't get any of the cards played by Feng Beiting.

It doesn't matter if he can't eat it, he always plays his own cards.

He did it on purpose!

For this, Feng Beiting had his own explanation, and said with a sincere smile, "How could it be, fifth brother, you misunderstood."

"Just pretend, see how long you can pretend.

three. "

With a smile on his face, Feng Beiting reached out and took the card, and placed it between his two and four cards, "The card is three, thank you, Fifth Brother."

Jiang Mo: "..."

Angry to toss and turn.

"No more playing!" Jiang Mo pushed down the cards in his hand with a "crash", rolling his eyes one after another.

"Our family, Ah Mo, the card skills haven't improved, the brand is getting worse and worse." Yin Wu brought them melon seeds and fruits, and she was merciless when she called her son, "Say he and Xiao Mian It's not that no one believes in brothers and sisters, these two brothers, one brand is worse than the other.

Ah Mo loses face if he can't afford to lose, and Xiao Mian, if he can't play well, he plays all kinds of rogues.

I used to play poker with Xiao Mian, and after a few hands, I could lose half of a deck of cards. When I was not playing, I found that there were poker cards hidden everywhere under her buttocks and inside her socks. "

"Mom—" Jiang Mo was speechless, feeling that his fame was ruined by his own mother.

Jiang Yimian, on the other hand, listened to Yin Wu talking about those embarrassing things about her in the past, as if hearing some glorious deeds, she happily crossed her waist, "This shows that I am smart and know how to use all my brains to win the game.

Because of my efforts, what was originally an ordinary game has become full of ups and downs and suspense. "

"Well, from the point of view of 'finding the lost playing cards', there is indeed a lot of suspense." Jiang Yan said, but it was a series of deadly words.

"...Second brother, eat oranges."

Jiang Yimian broke off a piece of orange and stuffed it into Jiang's mouth with a smirk.

It's better for her second brother to talk less, as he is easily beaten to death.

He seems to be such a gentle person, but in fact he is even more straight than the eldest brother and fourth brother. "Steel straight man" can no longer describe him. His material should be reinforced concrete.

"Ah Mo, a man, don't lose so much." Jiang Yu held his son in his arms and his wife in his arms, and hit his younger brother in all directions, "Come again."

"You can come again, but you have to adjust the wind.

I won't let him go home! "Jiang Mo crossed his arms around his chest and pouted his mouth in the direction of Feng Beiting.

"...Why bother, it's the same when you sit on your back."

Jiang Mo gave a "tsk", imitating Jiang Yimian's way of saying, "Second Brother, eat and hold back your words."

Feng Beiting's good temper cooperated with Jiang Mo's request to adjust the atmosphere, and became his next home sitting in Jiang Mo.

When changing positions, he caught a glimpse of a gaze fixed on him from the corner of his eye. As if feeling something, he turned his head and saw a man in a gray coat standing at the entrance of the living room.

Her beautiful eyes were slightly focused, and a sharp edge flashed across her eyes very quickly.

Qi Yan!

Why is he here?

Looking at each other, Qi Yan has already concealed the horror in his eyes, and put on the expression he should have when facing a stranger.

"Ayan is here, come in and sit down." Yan Mei warmly greeted him to enter the room.

"No, I'm just here to deliver the mobile phone to Ah Zhuo, and his phone was left at the police station."

"A Zhuo...

He hasn't come back yet. "

"It may be that the phone was dropped and went back to pick it up."

While talking, Jiang Zhuo came in from the outside, "Ayan?! Why are you here?"

"I'll bring you a cell phone."

"Ah... I said why I went back and searched around but couldn't find it..." Jiang Zhuo took it, thinking that the other person had already arrived, and it would be deliberate not to let him go, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come here Come, let's celebrate together."

"Still don't bother."

"How could it be an interruption!" Jiang Su also walked over, "You child is too stranger, and it just so happens that A-lao is back today, haven't you guys been together for a long time, haven't you?"

Yan Mei always likes to be lively, and when there are many people, she feels passionate about cooking, so she just gave Qi Yan a hand, "Stop standing here, go into the room and play with Ah Zhuo and the others."

Jiang Zhuo grabbed his shoulders and walked into the living room, "Come on."

"Ayan is here." Jiang Miao greeted him with a smile, and suddenly started to use his skills in the next sentence, "Are you still single?"

"……yes."

Jiang Yimian and Jiang Mo were listening by the side, both holding back their laughter.

The two of them agreed that their second brother's lethality was getting stronger and stronger, even if he was only swept by the periphery of the "Storm Circle", he could still spit out two catties of blood.

Jiang Zhuo patted Qi Yan's shoulder, comforting silently.

Qi Yan lowered his head, as if saying "I'm used to it".

"Let me introduce you, this is Qi Yan, I'm a kid.

That was Xiao Mian's boyfriend, Feng Beiting. "

Feng Beiting stood up calmly, looked at the person in front of him with beautiful amber eyes, and stretched out his hand with a bright smile, "Hello."

Qi Yanhui held his hand, slightly lowered his eyelids to block the complex emotions in his eyes, "Hello."

Seeing this, Jiang Yimian subconsciously hugged Feng Beiting's other arm.

She was afraid that he would get sick...

The last time he just heard other people talk about some rumors, he caused such a big fight. This time when she saw Qi Yan himself, she worried that he would go crazy even more.

To be on the safe side, she thinks it's better not to let him stay at home tonight.

If she really fell ill at her home, she would find the situation exciting even thinking about it.

"Third brother, come here and give Feng Beiting a fight, and I'll drag him out for activities." Actually, he wanted to find an opportunity to "dissuade" him.

Hearing this, Jiang Lan put down her phone and walked over.

As soon as he heard that Feng Beiting was going to end, Jiang Mo quit at that time, "How can I avenge him when he leaves!
My hand is so good, it's about to come back. "

"Then turn it over later, it is easy to get hemorrhoids after sitting for a long time."

"..."

A word to death series two.

After Jiang Yimian finished speaking, she stuck out her tongue at Jiang Mo, and dragged Feng Beiting outside.

Unlike the bright lights inside the villa, the sky outside is dark, with only a few street lamps shining, which seem to be far less bright than the moon in the sky.

There is not a cloud in the sky, and a full moon hangs on the black screen, a little lonely and deserted.

It sprinkled its brilliance, and the ground and walls were covered with a layer of silvery white, and the night was very quiet.

Under the dim moonlight, wintersweet is charming and radiant, but it's not as eye-catching as Feng Beiting's.

He knew that Jiang Yimian brought him out on purpose, so he asked her after walking a few steps, "What do you want to tell me?"

"Well... why don't you go back tonight..." She discussed with him fawningly.

After finishing the words, Feng Beiting narrowed his eyes slightly, and the frost gradually turned.

"You chase me away?"

"...I'm afraid you will be stimulated when you see Qi Yan." His condition is uncontrollable, and the plot changes after YY comes out, and YY is about to bloom.

"Then you should drive him away."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

For a moment, she felt convinced.

Rubbing Jiang Yimian's face as if venting his anger, Feng Beiting's face smelled like Jiang Mo who just lost a card.

"It's impossible to let me go, you should die as soon as possible." After a pause, he said, "Not only are you not allowed to drive me away, you are also not allowed to look at him, not even a glance!"

"...Then I'll cut out the eyeballs and stick them on you, okay?"

"That's too bloody, I'm timid."

He held her face in his hands, and slightly bent down to look at her, "You just need to look at me all the time."

"Look at you, look at you." Just look at you quietly.

Feng Beiting took a step forward, his slightly darker lips were imprinted between her brows, his eyes sparkled, "Good boy."

Standing by the window of Jiang Zhuo's bedroom on the second floor, Qi Yan happened to see the two people embracing downstairs, his eyes dimmed, "Ah Zhuo, you said Xiao Mian met him in Los Angeles?"

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