Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 248 The courtiers and concubines wait for His Majesty in vain

Leaving the interrogation room of the Economic Investigation Division, Qi Yan casually flipped through Feng Beiting's transcript.

Its contents couldn't provide him with any useful information, which he expected from the beginning.

but--

He took out his mobile phone and dialed Jiang Zhuo's number.

The phone was connected quickly, and Jiang Zhuo's voice came from the other end, "What's the matter?"

"I have a document for you to see."

"Send me."

"Ah."

After finishing the call, Qi Yan took a photo of the transcript and sent it to Jiang Zhuo, then walked back to his office.

When he passed by the window, he glanced casually from the corner of his eye, his gaze narrowed slightly.

Stopping in his tracks, he turned and looked downstairs.

Feng Beiting was walking down the steps of the lobby on the second floor of the police station. At first, he walked slowly and leisurely, but then he sped up suddenly for some reason.

Qi Yan looked not far away, and accidentally found Jiang Yimian's figure.

When there was still some distance between the two of them, she opened her hands and ran towards Feng Beiting briskly.

Because of the angle and the distance, Qi Yan couldn't see the expression on Jiang Yimian's face, but he guessed that she should be smiling.

He lowered the blinds with a snap, blocking his sight, staring at his own shadow on the blinds in a daze.

For a certain moment, he was a little envious of Feng Beiting.

He has done all the bad things, but now he can still appear in front of the Jiang family as if nothing happened.

He really wanted to know if Jiang Yimian would show such a carefree and happy smile when she knew what kind of man was standing beside her.

"Captain Qi." Pei Yang stood behind him.

"Say."

"Chicago police have a reply.

All the information has been transferred to your computer. "

Hearing this, Qi Yan collected his expression, turned around, walked behind the desk and sat down, his expression as usual.

"Qi team, in addition to providing the information we want to know, they also asked for our help."

"What are you busy with?"

"There was an arms dealer named 'Sure' who changed his route to transport drugs not long ago. Interpol has been watching him for a long time. They tracked their whereabouts and found that the last time he appeared was in City A.

But they received news that he was dead. "

What the other party needs them to do is to confirm his death.

"Let your informants pay attention."

"Ah."

Qi Yan didn't speak any more, his eyes staring at the screen flickered, the meaning was unclear.

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downstairs.

Miss Jiang took a few steps to run up, jumped up nimbly and jumped into Feng Beiting's arms.

Feng Beiting caught her firmly, and hugged her like a baby.

Two policewomen who had just got off work passed by, and they couldn't help smiling knowingly when they saw this scene, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Why are you here so late?"

"You still say!" Jiang Yimian withdrew her arms around his neck, stretched out to his waist and pinched him, "Why didn't you tell me that the people from the economic investigation department took you away?"

"I'm afraid you're worried."

"Then you allow Skylark to tell me?"

"I'm afraid you're too worried."

"..."

A man's mouth is a deceitful ghost.

Shaking his legs, Jiang Yimian motioned for him to let him go down.

She ran to the steps and reached out to him, "Feng Beiting, carry me on your back."

The perverted Fourth Young Master Feng obediently stepped forward, carried his daughter-in-law on his back happily and walked out.

Jiang Yimian put her arms around his neck from behind, resting her chin on his shoulders, her voice was gently scattered in the wind, "Feng Beiting, I have a gift for you."

"what?"

"Guess." The night breeze was very cold, she turned her face and pillowed on his back, after thinking about it, the left and right hands that were originally around his neck covered his cold face.

Her palm was warm, covering his face warmly, and he raised his lips unconsciously.

"yourself?"

"No."

"Yourself?" he asked again.

Miss Jiang frowned, wondering if this person was stuck, "I said no!

Why are you asking again? "

"The first time is general, and the second time is specific, with specific locations." For example, on the bed, on the sofa, on the table, behind the door, under the shower, etc.

"..."

Jiang Yimian faintly felt that the wheel of the car ran over her face.

The hand covering his face was withdrawn, and he circled his neck with both hands, "Answer well, and be careful that I will lock your throat."

"Okay, okay, okay, answer carefully." Feng Beiting smiled dotingly, trying to pull his thoughts back from the yellow zone, "Send me a child?"

Miss Jiang tightened her hands.

At this moment, she chose to be widowed.

When Feng Beiting spoke again, his voice changed slightly, "Mianmian, if you don't let go, I'm going to appear on your dissecting table."

"Who told you to always drive!"

"...I don't drive as much as you do, and you drive faster than me." Feng Beiting said a little aggrieved.

"Ahem——

I was driving with a license, and you were driving without a license. "

Feng Beiting nodded in agreement.

In fact, he didn't know what was "certified" and what was "unlicensed", but he didn't dare to ask when he felt the soft little hands on his neck.

Walking to the side of the car, Skylark got out of the car and opened the door for them.

Putting Jiang Yimian on the back seat, Feng Beiting noticed a small bag on the other side of the car with sharp eyes.

He sat next to her and never took his eyes off the bag, "My gift?"

"If you guess right, it's yours."

"ring."

Jiang Yimian:! ! ? ?
Is that an accurate guess?

Thinking of something, she suddenly turned her head to look at Skylark in the driver's seat, just in time to see his hastily retracted hand, and she understood.

traitor!

Jiang Yimian picked up the bag and handed it to Feng Beiting, "All right, all right, my lord has a lot, so I won't haggle with you."

Feng Beiting didn't speak, his amber eyes stared at the bag in her hand.

There is a "J" printed on it, which is a personal jewelry brand founded by the third son of Jian's family in H City.

The Jiang and Jian families have some friendship, and Jian Xi is one of Jiang Yimian's unrelated brothers.

He remembered that once before she tricked him into picking up a ring from Jianxi's shop, the ring was not specially prepared for him that time, but this time it was.

Opening the bag, a black velvet box lay quietly inside.

Feng Beiting opened the ring box, and saw two rings inside without any surprise.

One big and one small.

Glittering in the passing lights.

Jiang Yimian folded her hands on his shoulders, her breath brushed against his ears, "Feng Beiting, let's get engaged in two days."

As if deliberately teasing him, she asked again, "I wonder if Fourth Young Master Feng is willing?"

Feng Beiting froze and did not respond for a long time.

Of course Jiang Yimian is sure that he is willing, but his current reaction...

Are you too excited?

"Feng Beiting, what are you thinking?"

He slowly turned his head to look at her, like a slow motion in a movie, with a serious expression, and said word by word, "Think, do, love."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

The wheels repeatedly crushed her face.

Miss Jiang originally thought it would be romantic for her to prepare a ring and propose an engagement to him, but this man's mind was full of yellow waste.

Pointing out the car window, she sincerely suggested, "Have you seen the sorting trash can over there? I think it is necessary to set up an extra one just for people like you."

"what?"

"Dye Garbage." Yellow Exclusive.

Feng Beiting didn't mind being teased by her, he smiled kindly, and picked up the two rings for a closer look.

A very simple ring, with English letters exposed as the ring body, and a few small diamonds dotted on the raised and protruding strokes.

The letter on his is "M", Mian's initials, easy to guess.

In comparison, Jiang Yimian's one is much more complicated.

FPL.

Feng Beiting watched it for a long time, but couldn't figure out what it meant.

"It's not my name, what is it?"

"this is you!"

Jiang Yimian's tone was firm, she took her own ring and put it on, looking at it happily, her almond eyes sparkled.

"Mianmian, put it on for me." Fourth Young Master Feng stretched out his hand in front of her.

Miss Jiang resigned herself to putting a ring on him, wondering if their roles were reversed.

The car stopped at the gate of Jiang's community, before Jiang Yimian got out of the car, Feng Beiting held her back, and said proudly, "Am I so beautiful?

Pretty enough for you to engrave me on a ring, huh? "

"Very beautiful." Jiang Yimian admitted generously, "I just covet your beauty."

Leaning over to peck him on the face, she smiled and raised her hand towards him, as if showing off her ring, "I declare that the beauty will be promoted to the imperial concubine starting today, and I will hold the canonization ceremony on another day." I'm so lucky to spoil you, let's retire first tonight."

"...that concubine waits for His Majesty in vain."

"puff--"

Jiang Yimian couldn't hold back her laughter, covered her lips and ran into the community.

Before turning at the end of the hedge, he could still see Feng Beiting's car parked at the gate.

Withdrawing her gaze, she strutted home boldly, entered the hallway to change her shoes, walked into the living room without taking off her coat, cleared her throat, and said with her hands on her hips, "The engagement ceremony between me and Feng Beiting is scheduled for a week later! "

Jiang Zhuo came down from upstairs, just when he heard this sentence, his expression changed suddenly.

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　　ps: Second update~
　　Daqi has something to do today, I will post two updates temporarily~ Sorry, sorry~
　　
　
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