Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 231 Wills
Pulling the curtains with a "swish", Qi Yan's face reflected on the glass window disappeared behind the curtains.

What happened more than ten years ago is still fresh in his memory.

There seemed to be a strong smell of blood lingering in his nostrils, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Sometimes when I close my eyes at night, that image appears in front of my eyes.

He doesn't know Ji Han...

No, he should be called Feng Beiting now.

He didn't know how Feng Beiting had lived these years. When he dreamed back at midnight, would he recall the tragedy of that year?

But what made him more curious than this was how Ji Han suddenly became "Feng Beiting". Back then...

Thinking of something, Qi Yan's eyes gradually darkened.

He remembered that Ah Zhuo had mentioned to him before that the person who kidnapped Jiang Yimian four years ago was arrested, he was her high school alumni, and his name was "Ji Han".

He doesn't believe in coincidence.

All the coincidences in this world are just people's painstaking planning.

Thinking of this, Qi Yan took out his mobile phone and made a call, "Help me find someone, Feng Beiting, and...

Re-verify the identity of a man named 'Ji Han', don't disturb the criminal police team. "

He had a strong premonition that he wanted to know Feng Beiting's background and identity. Ji Han in prison would definitely be a major breakthrough.

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upstairs.

Feng Beiting stayed overnight in Jiang Yimian's bedroom as he wished, but he was woken up by her phone call shortly after falling asleep.

It was from the prison temple, so he answered it directly.

"Miss Jiang, I've thought it over carefully, and I'll tell you everything I know about the past between you and Fourth Young Master!"

Feng Beiting narrowed his eyes slightly, and gently covered Jiang Yimian's ear with his warm hand.

His deliberately lowered voice sounded very sexy, "Say it, I will remember to tell her."

Suddenly there was no sound on the other end of the phone.

Prison Temple:! !

Si Shao? !
The next second, there was a "click" from the receiver, and the prison temple hung up the phone directly.

Sitting on Ji Yao'an's sofa with his mobile phone in hand, he was in a great panic.

Play off!
Sitting next to him, Ji Yaoan fiddled with his mobile phone, and logged into his live account to prepare for the live broadcast.

"Don't make any noise later." She told the prison temple worriedly.

"……Um."

He is almost at the end of his life, so there is no mood to say anything.

After sitting in silence for a while, Prison Temple turned on the phone again and started tapping.

He transferred one-third of the money in the joint account of himself, Su Fu and Yunque to Ji Yaoan's card.

In fact, he originally wanted to transfer all of them to her, but he thought that after his death, her widow and unemployed might not be able to keep the money, so it's better not to cause trouble for her and get into trouble with the two perverts Su Fu and Skylark.

As soon as Ji Yaoan opened the live broadcast room, a message popped up from the floating window above the phone.

【您尾号3166的建设银行储蓄卡账户3月2日23时47分收入人民币……】

This time, she didn't count the "1" after the "0" with both hands.

She thought, this time it must be money laundering.

[Your elder brother in society: Sister Yaoyao speak up! 】

[Brother Love: Isn’t Yaoyao’s internet bad? 】

Ji Yaoan's live broadcast account is called "Yaoyao Buxiang'an", so people who come to her live broadcast room call her "Yaoyao".

Although her live broadcast time is short, she has a good voice and many tricks. She can be a royal sister for a while, and a loli for a while. She can be ethereal and cute, so many people give her gifts every night. "I will bring my own team to help her together.

Normally, she would sing a song for them when the live broadcast started, but today she was taken aback by this notification message.

The people in the studio were still urging.

She didn't care to think about it, she cleared her throat quickly and said, "Brothers...

cough--

Good evening everyone, welcome to Yaoyao's live broadcast room. "

Ji Yaoan's voice was originally very sweet and pleasant, but now he will deliberately control his timbre during the live broadcast, sweet but not greasy, especially intoxicating.

[Flower underpants: Why didn't Yaoyao call him "brother" today? 】

[The man with the horse pole: Yaoyao called brother, after calling, I will brush the cloud piercing arrow for you, and I will brush it if I say so. 】

Before the scrolling subtitles on the screen were flushed down by the next wave, someone started sending cloud-piercing arrows to Ji Yaoan, "One cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops will come to meet each other", and the number of people in the live broadcast room instantly increased When she got up, more people called her "brother".

If it were normal, Ji Yaoan took advantage of the situation and called out.

just today...

From the corner of the eye, Ji Yao'an caught a glimpse of Ji Yao'an who was sitting next to him and was scribbling on the paper with a pen.

She didn't dare to mention her love affairs. This is the rule in this industry, because it will affect the performance.

Without replying to those who asked why, she directly turned on the music and sang to them, "You make me want to be close to the tail, happiness is locked up by you without knowing it, and I still want to be with you.

I also have a kind of happy time, the gentle feeling of being pampered by you, sweet and a little panicked..."

She sang Tao Zhe's song, "I Just Love You", but it was in Cantonese.

When she was in prison, she learned from that sister who had a good relationship, and it was the other party who made her notice her fickle voice, which was her only specialty.

Prison Temple was concentrating on writing the will, when he suddenly heard her singing, the tip of his pen paused.

Listen well!

He put down his pen, couldn't help but walked behind Ji Yaoan and sat down, hesitatingly reached out to her with his hands, wrapping around her slender waist.

With his chin resting on her thin shoulders, he tilted his head slightly, looking at the fair face so close, he couldn't help leaning forward and kissing her.

At first, I was a little embarrassed, but afterward, the prison temple comforted myself and said that people who are dying should treat themselves kindly.

So he became more at ease.

He wanted to kiss, but Ji Yaoan didn't hide, he nestled in his arms obediently, and didn't even stop singing.

only--

Prison Temple glanced across the screen of the phone, and his eyes suddenly froze.

[Enthusiastic sniper: Yao Yaomei's voice is really nice, I really want to c! 】

[Tie Xin Dan Xin: Ying Ying Ying Ying. 】

If Ji Yaoan looked back at the prison temple now, he would see four words on his face: angry.

In fact, it's not that Ji Yao'an didn't see those swear words, she just chose to pretend that she didn't see them.

Now that you have chosen this line of work, you cannot tolerate sand in your eyes.

If you can make money by talking casually for a few hours, it is only fair that you have to pay something that others cannot afford.

[The man with the horse pole: How does Yaoyao sleep tonight?Do you want my brother to accompany you? 】

"It's very cold tonight, everyone, remember to cover up with the quilt when you sleep..." Before Ji Yaoan finished speaking, the phone on the phone holder was thrown out by a force, and hit the opposite wall with a "bang" On, fell to pieces.

Prison Temple returned to his expressionless face, but his usual calm eyes were now covered with frost.

Ji Yaoan was taken aback by him, turned his head to look at him in a daze, and bluntly accused, "You broke my phone."

That was given to her by Jiang Yimian.

Prison Temple pinched her waist, hugged her and sat her on his lap, looking at her with heavy eyes, "Have you been chatting with them like this before?"

"Ah."

"Aside from chatting?"

"...and singing."

The complexion on the prison temple had just turned from cloudy to sunny, but Ji Yaoan said slowly, "Sometimes I will call them."

Hearing this, Guisi suddenly withdrew the hand pinching her waist.

He was afraid that he would hurt her if he couldn't control his strength for a while.

Seeing that she had been sullen, Ji Yaoan asked him belatedly, "What's the matter? Are you angry?"

"...No more live broadcasts in the future!" He should have thought of this long ago.

"How can I make money if I don't live broadcast?"

"The flowers I gave you before are gone?"

"No.

But there's always a day when it's all over. "She can't just sit and eat.

What Ji Yaoan didn't say was that she was afraid that if the two broke up one day, he would ask her to pay back the money.

Prison Temple took his mobile phone and showed her the transfer records, "I just transferred another sum to you, as long as you don't use it to gamble, it is enough for your normal life."

Ji Yao thought to himself, what he said was too low-key, the money was obviously enough for her to squander for several lifetimes.

"If it's not enough, I'll give it to you."

"Enough is enough."

"After that, no more live broadcasts..." After a pause, Prison added, "Don't use that voice to talk to other men either."

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　　ps: Three more~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)