Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 236 Today's Torment Comes Again

Jiang Yimian:! !
"I killed people, I broke the law, and I have to pay for my actions.

That's what you told me, didn't you? "

"No!" She never said such "damn things", so he shouldn't just lie on her indiscriminately, "When did I tell you to surrender yourself?"

"just."

She gave a "tsk", tilted her head and frowned slightly.

Seeing that she was clearly suspicious, Feng Beiting further explained, "Just now in the car you kept ignoring me and turned your face out the window, I know you are angry with me.

When you were about to get off the car, you looked back at me. You were waiting for me to get off the car and surrender to you. I understand. "

Jiang Yimian: "..."

You know what a silly berber!

Feng Beiting's brain circuits are so strange every time he falls ill, so strange that Jiang Yimian never imagined that in his "delusional" world, she is actually such a righteous person, which makes her feel a little ashamed now.

But thanks to him, her hypocrisy was cured, and now she is not entangled at all.

What is injustice becomes bullshit when facing him.

As long as he is well, she will have the courage to face the multiple burdens in her heart.

"Xiao Mian!"

Jiang Zhuo's voice sounded not far away, with a surprised tone, "Didn't you go out before us? How did you arrive?"

"Eh...the car broke down on the road..."

"It's so cold, why are you standing here?"

"...Ah, this is going in, this is going in."

Glancing at Qi Yan next to Jiang Zhuo, and seeing him staring at Feng Beiting with probing eyes, Miss Jiang somehow felt that he hadn't held his fart well, and her powerlessness in the face of Feng Beiting, who was suffering from illness, melted away at this moment. In order to dislike Qi Yan, "Why are you staring at him so intently? Have you taken a fancy to him?"

Jiang Zhuo: "..."

Qi Yan: "..."

It was the first time Jiang Yimian talked to him like this, and he was stunned.

Usually she is very distant and indifferent towards him, and she speaks politely, giving him a faint feeling of "sweet mouth and sword", instead of being emotionally exposed like today.

"Xiao Mian!" Jiang Zhuo frowned displeased, "How can you talk!"

"Humph……"

Looking back, Jiang Yimian dragged Feng Beiting to the side for two steps, and said in a low voice, "Now go to work obediently and pick me up at night.

If you dare to surrender any more, I will break up with you!
Do you understand the breakup?
Are you afraid of breaking up?
Just ask if you are afraid? "

Feng Beiting nodded in a daze, "...afraid."

"If you're afraid, be obedient." She pushed him to the side of the car, opened the door and pushed him into the car, fastened his seat belt for him, and gave him a sweet kiss, "Today's I love you." You, be good."

Being kissed suddenly, Jiang Yimian figured that according to the young master's pissing nature, he should not turn passive into active and go deeper. Unexpectedly, to her surprise, Fourth Young Master Feng, who usually talks a lot on the bed, suddenly became innocent, and covered his lips. Looking at her in surprise, the roots of her ears were slightly red.

Miss Jiang was a little confused.

Why does it feel that even his own personality has changed when he fell ill this time?

It seems that he has become extremely obedient and innocent, and he is completely different from him in a normal state.

From the corner of the eye, I saw Jiang Zhuo looking curiously at this side, Jiang Yimian stood up straight, and slammed the car door with a "bang", "Remember to pick me up at night to get off work."

Feng Beiting looked at her hesitantly, then started the car and left, as if he still couldn't forget the incident of "surrender".

After finally coaxing him away, Jiang Yimian quickly dialed the phone number of the prison temple, ready to talk to him.

Prison Temple sat there for a whole night, and answered almost immediately, his tone was not as calm as usual, as if he had been beaten, he was extremely excited, "Miss Jiang!"

"Feng Beiting fell ill again, keep an eye on him, and contact me in time if there is anything unusual."

Prison Temple:! !

Sick again!
Prison Temple felt that it was necessary for him and Yunque to talk to Dr. Wen. Didn't she say that as long as Miss Jiang was with Fourth Young Master, his paranoia would be cured?

But look at the frequency of the attack recently, it's like going to the toilet, coming out every now and then, even if Ms. Jiang can handle it, they can't handle it anymore.

"Prison Temple? Did you hear me?"

"……have!

Don't worry, I will notify you as soon as possible. "The main reason is that they can't do anything without notifying her.

"Thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yimian walked towards the office building, passing Qi Yan without even looking at him.

Thinking of the scene where she had just pissed off Qi Yan, Jiang Zhuo still asked him carefully, "Did you offend her?"

Qi Yan pursed his lips, thinking how it was possible!

Patting him on the shoulder, Jiang Zhuo was in a difficult position between his sister and brother, so he could only try his best to help him find love, "That stinky girl was spoiled by us since she was a child, and now you have more Beiting, you can see it too." , I want to spoil her even more, don't be as knowledgeable as her.

The next time we meet again, I will ask her to apologize to you. "

Qi Yan looked at him silently and didn't speak, but the meaning conveyed in his eyes was very clear, as if he was saying "do you think this statement is credible?".

He also asked Jiang Yimian to apologize to him, the possibility of this is the same as his falling in love with Feng Beiting, it is zero.

Seen by Qi Yan's "death stare", Jiang Zhuo felt guilty, touched his nose resentfully, and changed his words, "Please eat, invite you to eat."

With that said, the two walked into the office building together.

As soon as I entered the lobby, I saw a takeaway boy put a takeaway at the registration desk.

The policeman sitting there saw Jiang Zhuo and waved to him with a smile, "Captain Jiang! It's your takeaway again!"

Jiang Zhuo: "..."

Today's torture came again.

Before he got close, he smelled a foul smell.

It was a richer and more complex flavor than stinky tofu. He tried to imagine it, and it felt like mashing durian and stinky tofu together, and then reheating it.

He pinched his nose and walked over to pick up the takeaway bag, and saw the words "authentic Liuzhou snail noodles" written on the receipt.

Qi Yan just came back from other places in the past two days, so he didn't know the indissoluble bond between Jiang Zhuo and the mysterious takeaway. Seeing him ordering takeaway early in the morning, and eating such a strong taste, he couldn't help feeling strange, " Didn't you just eat at home? Not full?
and……

Don't you always dislike such 'exciting' things? "

"...I didn't order it."

"Who is that?"

"Forget it, I can't explain it clearly." He couldn't say that someone ordered him takeaway every day out of revenge, and he probably wouldn't believe it.

Jiang Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly when he thought of the person who was pissing off the air in the live broadcast, thinking that her situation was not as bad as the gossip news said, and she still had spare money to order takeaway for him...

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Prison Temple tremblingly guarded Feng Beiting's side for a day. During this period, he stayed in the company except for a meeting with Xie Tunan, the boss of Guangying Media.

Approving documents, looking at Miss Jiang's photos, watching Miss Jiang's videos, listening to Miss Jiang's recordings...

Guessing that it would be Jiang Yimian's time to get off work, he drove to the police station and didn't let the prison temple follow him.

Feng Beiting behaved normally, but the prison temple did not dare to take it lightly.

He hurried back to the bar, called Su Fu and Skylark back, and prepared to make some preparations for the possibility of Si Shao's illness in the future.

When Feng Beiting was by Jiang Yimian's side, Skylark could move freely, so he hurried back to the bar after receiving the call from Prison Temple.

Seeing that he and Prison Temple came back one after another, but Feng Beiting hadn't been seen for a long time, Feng Xun showed disappointment, "What about my son?"

"...to find your daughter-in-law."

"Ah... Fortunately, I prepared something for him..." Feng Xun couldn't hide his disappointment.

Glancing at Prison Temple and Skylark, his eyes lit up again, "This is a good thing, don't waste it, why don't you two drink it?"

Prison Temple:! !

lark:! !

The two moved in unison, at the same frequency, and their heads were about to shake.

"Tsk... I don't know how good...

What a pity, what a pity. "Feng Xun glanced at the wine glass in his hand, put it on the bar in disappointment, and walked upstairs with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, Prison Temple and Skylark looked at each other, feeling that there was something tricky about this matter.

Skylark picked up the glass of wine, shook it, put it between his nose and sniffed it, and found nothing unusual.

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　　ps: Second update~
　　
　
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