Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 232

"okay."

Anyway, she was doing the live broadcast just to make money, why would she light a lamp and boil oil for the live broadcast if he gave her the money.

Seeing her agreeing happily, the prison temple turned pale, and then gently hugged her into his arms, "Did I scare you just now?"

"Yeah." She wasn't afraid of him, but he surprised her by doing that suddenly, "Don't drop my phone from now on, you can talk with your mouth if you have something to say."

"...I'll buy you a new one."

"If you buy a new one, you can't throw the old one at will like this. It's too prodigal."

"Then I won't do this again next time..."

At this point, the prison temple's voice suddenly stopped.

He thought, maybe there is no "later", after tonight, whether he can see the sun in the day after tomorrow is another matter.

The moment he heard Si Shao's voice on the phone just now, Tian Ling Gai almost frightened him.

"What were you writing just now?" Ji Yaoan opened his hand and picked up the piece of paper on the coffee table to read.

The characters in the prison temple are surprisingly beautiful, very correct Song style, horizontal and vertical, like printed style.

It was clearly a blank sheet of paper with no horizontal lines, but he wrote it neatly, as if measured with a ruler.

But that's not the most important thing. What's important is that the word "suicide note" at the top and middle made Ji Yaoan stunned.

how?

Just because she talked to other men in a whiny voice, so he was so angry that he wanted to kill himself?

"you……

are you sick? "Like the one on TV, with an incurable disease?

Prison shook his head.

I thought that if it wasn't for this "innocent disaster", according to his physique, he would start at the age of at least 70, and if he couldn't stop it at [-], it would be a gamble at [-].

Rubbing Ji Yaoan's hand, Prison Temple said to her earnestly, "If you need anything in the future, go to Miss Jiang."

"Miss Jiang?"

"It's Jiang Lan's younger sister, Jiang Yimian."

"You know her too?!"

After asking Ji Yao'an, he suddenly remembered that Su Fu knew Jiang Yimian, and Prison Temple was Su Fu's friend, so it didn't seem strange that he knew Jiang Yimian.

Strangely, he called each other.

Feel……

Very respectful.

Waving the suicide note in his hand, Ji Yaoan blinked suspiciously, "So, why did you write the suicide note?"

"...Practice your hands."

He felt that if he begged Miss Jiang in such a situation, there might still be room for change.

Prison Temple was so scared that he didn't sleep all night, but in fact Feng Beiting didn't plan to do anything to him.

Just like the last time Su Fu and Skylark helped Jiang Yimian hypnotize him, as long as they followed Jiang Yimian's advice, he would not pursue it.

However, what the prison temple said caught his heart.

Mianmian not only remembered some past events, but also started to investigate.

Feng Beiting didn't want her to think of those pasts, not because she was afraid that she would know that he was a murderer and stay away from him, but simply didn't want those mottled and dirty pasts to pollute the pure land in her heart.

Shrinking into the quilt, he leaned sideways on his arm, looking at Jiang Yimian in his sleep with gentle eyes.

She slept deeply, her breathing was long and shallow, and her eyebrows were stretched.

Hold his wrist with both hands, very attached posture.

Feng Beiting leaned close to her, and his beautiful lips touched the corners of her lips lightly, with a gentle and lingering kiss, just like he was careful about everything about her, lest he hurt her in the slightest.

"Mianmian..."

What should I do with you?

This time, it was like a quagmire of a dilemma. Every step I took almost sank the whole shoe into such a heavy and deep quagmire.

This night, carrying all the weight of the past.

Feng Beiting sighed softly, with a gloomy gaze, got up and got out of bed.

Helping Jiang Yimian cover up the quilt carefully, he put on his coat, opened the door and went out.

The cold wind hit, hitting the face coolly.

Feng Beiting looked up at the night sky, the moon was round and bright, but without Jiang Yimian by his side, when he looked at it himself, he always felt that it was no different from a glowing pancake.

At the end of the road, a faint light lit the bushes.

In the vast courtyard, the tufted eaves and gables and the lighted windows loomed, far away, like a witch's dwelling in a forest.

A person stood under a street lamp not far away, with his back leaning against the lamppost, his head lowered slightly, and there was a flash of light a finger's length away from his lips, flickering on and off.

Wisps of smoke were blown away by the night wind before they took shape, making it difficult to find traces.

That face is more happy than sad, more restrained than reckless, it is not a tough guy like Jiang Yu, but it is not a face that can be kneaded by anyone casually.

Feng Beiting raised his eyebrows.

It was Jiang Mo!
The other party also noticed him, raised his eyes and looked this way, his eyes met, he almost threw away the cigarette in his hand in a panic, stepped on it and crushed it desperately, and kept threatening, "I warn you, dare you If you say it, you will die!"

He speaks clearly, unlike the big tongue chatter before, obviously he has sobered up.

Feng Beiting was silent, noncommittal.

Jiang Mo withdrew his gaze unnaturally, and asked him in an awkward tone, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"Didn't Fifth Brother not sleep either?"

"cut!"

Jiang Mo looked too lazy to talk to him.

He took out a lighter and a cigarette from his pocket, and lit another one for himself. He withdrew his hand and handed it to Feng Beiting, "One?"

Feng Beiting lightly rubbed the index and middle fingers of his hand hanging by his side, and shook his head against his will.

In fact, he wanted to smoke.

It's hard to calm down with things in his heart, he just wants to light a cigarette habitually.

But Mianmian doesn't allow him to smoke, so he didn't dare to take it with him when he came to Jiang's house. He only occasionally smoked secretly in the bar when she was away, and he had to turn on the range hood to exhaust the smoke in time, lest she suddenly come to smell it. odor.

Jiang Mo looked him up and down, noticed the small movements of his hands, and smiled "with malicious intentions", "Don't pretend, your hands will be bald in a while."

With that said, he lit a cigarette and handed it to him.

Feng Beiting took it.

Jiang Mo's expression changed instantly, "Haha! I caught you!

Now we have each other's handles, if you dare to tell your family about my smoking, I will tell Xiao Mian about your smoking. "

Feng Beiting: "..."

childish!

Seeing that Feng Beiting ignored him, Jiang Mo himself seemed to feel a little childish, and smacked his mouth twice bored.

In the middle of the night, the two of them stood under the street lamp silently puffing clouds and fog. The scene at that time was as weird as it could be.

Halfway through a cigarette, Jiang Mo suddenly said, "Hey, Feng Beiting, what do you like about Xiao Mian?"

"I used to like everything about her except that she didn't like me."

"……what about now?"

"Now, apart from the fact that she doesn't like me desperately, I still like everything."

"..."

Also "desperately like it"!
Why didn't he say "like to toss and turn"!

"Feng Beiting, I only have such a younger sister, and I care about her more than myself." He used to be young and didn't know how to treat a person well. All he could do was to eat and play with him Share it with her.

Grandpa promised to buy him a motorcycle, and his first thought was to take Xiao Mian out for a ride.

In the end, an accident happened, and she hit her head. He didn't say anything on the surface, but secretly felt distressed for a long time.

For a long time later, every time they talked face to face, he would subconsciously look at her forehead, afraid of getting a scar or that she would still be in pain.

"Although there are many brothers in our family, only I am about the same age as Xiao Mian, and I am the only one who can take her around, so since she was a child, she was the first to tell me about anything that happened." Having said that, Jiang Mo slightly raised his eyebrows. She pursed her lips, unconsciously showing a smile, "The only exception is you."

Feng Beiting's eyes moved slightly.

He didn't interrupt Jiang Mo, and continued to listen to him, "She broke up with her friends in school, she decided to skip a grade, she likes Lin Sinan..."

He is the first to know everything.

Taking a deep puff of cigarette, Jiang Mo turned his head and looked at Feng Beiting deeply, "But she met you and decided to be with you, she never said a word to me.

There are only two possibilities...

Either, she doesn't care about this relationship; or, she cares too much about this relationship.

Which do you think it is? "

"The latter!" Feng Beiting replied almost as soon as Jiang Mo's voice fell.

"you sure?"

"Sure.

Mianmian just cares too much about me. "Do not accept any rebuttal.

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