Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 227 My name is Ji Han
She arched and arched like a small bug, sat up from the ground, and found that there was an extra boy beside her, who was about the same age as Qi Yan, but much more beautiful than him.

Jiang Yimian has never seen such a delicate and beautiful boy...

If it wasn't for his Adam's apple, she would have thought he was a young lady.

His hair was black and shiny, unlike hers, which was naturally curly and unruly.

The bangs on the young man's forehead were slightly long, hanging down to the eyelashes, faintly blocking those sparkling eyes.

His lips were very dark, the lips were drawn into a line, and a drop of blood was printed on the jaw.

He was sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, with one hand resting casually on his bent knee, his five fingers were long and beautifully shaped.

Jiang Yimian secretly took a look at him, and saw that the leather shoes and trousers on his body were all branded goods, he looked like a rich man, but the buttons of the suit were all off, revealing the thread, and the bow tie was torn off by him and hung in the air Around the neck, a few buttons of the white shirt were unbuttoned, the skirt and elbows were stained with bright red blood, and even the air wafted a faint smell of blood.

Carefully glanced at the iron gate, she lowered her voice and asked him, "Is your father a policeman too?"

The other party ignored him.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on his blood-stained hands, looking very focused.

"My father's name is Jiang Su, and he is a policeman.

He will come to save us, don't be afraid. "

Hearing this, the boy's eyes moved slightly.

It turns out that she is Jiang Su's daughter...

He glanced at her casually, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

The 10-year-old Jiang Yimian is a veritable little princess, her face is still childish, her white face is puffy, her almond eyes are big and bright, they will shine when looking at people.

There are two small ties tied to her head, one on each side, like a little Nezha.

It's just that one side is already loose, hanging down like "spiritually", showing a bit of pitifulness.

The tender pink floral dress on her body was also dirty, just like the pair of white shoes on her feet.

The young man looked at the dimples on her cheeks when she spoke, and felt the urge to poke her.

only--

With his eyes lowered, he glanced at his blood-stained hands, then at her clean face, and dug his fingertips into the palm of his hand without moving.

"My father will definitely come, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Jiang Yimian still said over there, as if comforting him, more like comforting herself.

They were tied behind their backs and tightly clenched together, their palms were slippery and covered in sweat.

The boy thought, obviously she was more afraid.

There was cold sweat on her forehead, she must have been frightened by the man with the scar just now.

"Can't you talk?"

"Is it because I was born silent, or did I get sick later?"

"Then can you hear me?"

"Little brother, you are covered in blood, are you injured? Does it matter?

I can try to help you with a simple bandage, do you need it? "

The young man frowned, and suddenly closed his eyes.

When he opened it again, he suddenly raised his lips, showing a dark smile, "It's not my blood, it's someone else's.

i killed people...

Just use this hand. "

As he spoke, he raised his blood-stained right hand in front of her, "So if you keep arguing, I'll strangle you to death."

He thought that he could make her shut up without scaring her into tears, but her eyes suddenly lit up, "That's great! So you can talk!"

After a pause, the light in her eyes dimmed a little bit, she curled her lips, looked at him eagerly and said, "I'm so cute, do you have the heart to strangle me to death?"

juvenile:"……"

It was the first time he heard someone praise himself for being cute so seriously.

"Little brother, do you want to escape?" Jiang Yimian untied the rope tied around his wrist a few times, causing the boy to look at her twice more.

He was silent again.

Jiang Yimian ignored his indifference, and leaned closer to him, her soft little hands were pressed against his ears, the silver bracelet on her wrist was slightly hanging down, and a letter M was swaying in the air.

The fragrant breath blew on the side of his neck, "Little brother, let's cooperate."

The boy raised his eyebrows.

Should it be said that she is brave, or has a big brain?

It's fine if you don't cry or make trouble after being kidnapped, but you are still thinking about how to save yourself!

"You carry me on your back and let me climb up to the window over there to see if anyone is guarding outside, okay?"

"If no one is guarding you, are you going to escape like this?" His tone was full of sarcasm.

"of course not."

Jiang Yimian shook her head slightly, the tightness on her head became looser.

Pointing to the large oil barrel in the corner, she whispered, "If only the man with the scar on his face comes in later, knock him unconscious while he touches me."

As she said that, she pushed the brick she had just hidden under her buttocks in front of the boy, "Knock him out and throw him into the oil drum."

The boy still didn't speak, but just stared at her with burning eyes.

His silence this time was not because he was speechless, but because he was amazed.

He didn't expect that at such a young age, and a girl, she would plan an escape plan so calmly.

Although it's not perfect, it's pretty good if you can think of it, at least it's much better than those Miss Jiao who can only cry out of fright.

and--

A normal person would only think of how to escape, but she thought of subduing the other party first, which surprised him.

"Aren't you afraid that I will betray you?"

She blinked her eyes, obviously she had no confidence in him, but she still tried her best to pretend to believe and said duplicity, "I believe you won't betray me."

In fact, there is no way to believe it.

Qi Yan fainted, she had nowhere to go.

Looking at him with those bright almond eyes, the pupils were bright and shrewd, like a cunning little fox.

The boy poked her dimple as he wished, and said, "Then believe it like this..."

Suddenly there was a "creak" at the door, and a black shadow blocked the light outside.

It wasn't the man with the scar that came.

He was a short, thin, dark-skinned man.

Seeing that Jiang Yimian woke up and untied her body, he was not very surprised, he just thought it was the bloody boy who tied her up and untied her.

He came over and threw a bottle of water and a bag of bread in front of them.

Jiang Yimian slowly reached out to reach for the food, and did not forget to peek at the young man next to him, only to see him take off his suit jacket and spread it on the ground, and said quietly, "She untied the rope herself, will you understand?" Underestimated this little girl?"

"I can't see it..."

The short and thin man squatted down in front of Jiang Yimian, holding her head and was about to hit the wall, but suddenly heard a "click", the sound of bones breaking.

Before the scream came out, his mouth was tightly covered from behind, and a touch of cold passed across his throat very quickly.

His eyes widened, blood gushed from his neck, he kicked his feet on the ground twice and then lost his response.

The moment he cut his throat, the boy lowered his body slightly, and the blood stained his clothes, only a few drops fell on the clothes that the boy had laid on the ground in advance.

He took out the man's gun and pinned it to his waist, then dragged the man's body to the oil barrel in the corner, and silently immersed him in the oil.

The whole process took place in less than a minute, he walked back to Jiang Yimian and sat down, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them back on his body.

Jiang Yimian stared at him intently, forgetting to blink.

The knowledge that has been seen before appears in the mind not so timely.

Cutting the throat is one of the fastest ways to cause death. The whole process can kill in less than ten seconds.

And the little brother in front of her was even quicker and more ruthless in his strikes, with a clean cut, very much like those ruthless killers she saw in movies.

She is no stranger to seeing people being killed, but this is the first time she has seen it with her own eyes.

Jiang Yimian originally thought that she would be a little scared, but the fact is, fear only accounted for 90.00%, and the remaining [-]% was happiness.

The bad guys are dead, and that should be something to be thankful for.

Recalling the boy's sharp skills just now, she silently pushed away the brick in front of him, feeling as if she had insulted him unintentionally...

Seeing her looking at him all the time, the young man said coldly, "Now you know how to be afraid?"

"...just a little scared, but I won't cry."

The young man turned his head sideways, and there was a flash of astonishment in his eyes.

Her tone was so calm that he felt that she said she was afraid just to cooperate with him.

Jiang Yimian's face was splashed with two drops of blood, reflecting the fair skin, very dazzling.

The boy subconsciously raised his hand to help her wipe it off, but he stopped when he saw his blood-stained right hand.

He thought she would run away, but she didn't.

So he changed to a clean left hand, and the warm fingertips lightly brushed her cheek.

Jiang Yimian was taken aback.

It was only when I saw his reddish fingertips that I realized what he was doing just now, so I curled up my lips and raised a big smile, "Thank you little brother!"

"You really are..." The young man laughed.

Should it be said that she is too qualified to be a child of the Jiang family, or should it be said that she is not qualified to be a child of the Jiang family?
"What's your name?"

"My name is Jiang Yimian.

Ginger is the ginger of 'onion, ginger and garlic', and it is also the meaning of 'following others', and Mian is the Mian of 'Mian Hua Li Liu'.

Little brother, what's your name? "

The young man withdrew his gaze, his eyes darkened, "Ji Han.

My name is Ji Han. "

"Ji... Han..." Jiang Yimian repeated it again, and said solemnly, "I remember."

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