Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 269 Let's Elope

Xiu'er held Jiang Yimian down to keep her from moving, and he didn't let her go until the car drove out of the gate of the community.

In order not to alarm the security guards in the community, they stole this car at random in the community, so they planned to change their own car after driving out of the community.

The speed of the car gradually slowed down, before it stopped completely, Jiang Yimian suddenly pushed open the car door and jumped off, stunned Xiu Er.

Fortunately, after a car broke down, the co-driver got down and stopped her.

Clamped the person and raced into their own car.

Xiu Er looked at her with a smile, his eyes showed surprise, "I can't see that you are quite powerful! How did you untie the rope?!"

When I first saw it, I knew that this chick was a little pepper.

Unexpectedly, she was still a very skillful little pepper, no wonder Feng Beiting was obsessed with her.

After only taking two steps to escape, she was carried back like a chick. Miss Jiang shrank obediently to the other side of the car door this time, and did not move any further, "Why are you arresting me?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you."

Jiang Yimian looked at him vigilantly, apparently not believing this.

Seeing her suspicion, Xiuer said, "It's true, I'll take it to see Feng Beiting."

Looking him up and down, Jiang Yimian asked the initial doubt in his heart, "...Aren't you dead?"

"Ah—" Xiuer was stunned, "Didn't Feng Beiting tell you?"

Jiang Yimian stared at him without answering.

Xiuer said to himself, "I used his hand to fake my death."

This is what they said earlier.

He helped Feng Beiting steal a few deals from the Genovese family, and let him gradually swallow them up, while Feng Beiting killed him in front of the Genovese family, making him dead. illusion.

In this way, he can escape the golden cicada's shell.

In the past, throwing away some guns and ammunition was fine, but now that the Feng family is thriving, and Genovese found another way to get poisoned, Xiu Er didn't want to talk to them anymore.

He has no shortage of money, and he doesn't want to touch drugs.

So there was a deal with Feng Beiting.

It's just that he offended Feng Beiting on the day he faked his death.

They only discussed what to do, but they didn't set a specific time. Xiuer wanted to let Feng Beiting reflect the truth, so it was unexpected. Who knew that Jiang Yimian was still in the car, so he almost killed him. up.

This matter was considered to be over at this point, but then Qi Yan appeared again, which was completely unexpected by him.

Xiuer thought that Feng Beiting's identity was not a secret, since Qi Yan wanted to know, he could tell him, it would save him a lot of trouble, so he said it.

As a result, I never expected that so many things would happen in the follow-up.

He was afraid that Feng Beiting would retaliate against him, so he hurriedly brought Jiang Yimian to see him.

While speaking, the car had already arrived at the entrance of the Muse Bar, Jiang Yimian took a deep look at Xiu Er, and said earnestly, "Well, for the sake of you not lying to me, I will pay you back."

"Huh?" Xiu Er made a head tilt that didn't match his age.

"You're not helping."

Xiuer pressed her hand to unbuckle her seat belt, still puzzled, "What do you mean?"

He sent her here safely, how could it be a disservice?
Glancing at him sympathetically, Jiang Yimian thought that it would be too complicated to explain, so she said concisely, "Feng Beiting is mentally ill, so don't guess what he's thinking, you won't be able to understand even after guessing. "

Xiu Er: "..."

Ignoring the astonished Xiuer, Jiang Yimian got out of the car.

A gust of cold wind hit her face, she shrank her shoulders suddenly, and trot into the Muse with her arms in her arms.

The security guard at the gate saw a girl in pajamas and slippers running in like a gust of wind, and he was stunned for a moment before he realized it.

There is no pajamas party inside today.

Reluctantly, he turned to his companion and asked, "That person just now...is Miss Jiang?"

"You read it wrong, how could it be Miss Jiang."

"But I see she ran upstairs." Upstairs is not something ordinary customers can go to.

And he looked at the other person's back, the more he looked at it, the more he looked like Miss Jiang.

Unfortunately, his companion denied his conjecture again, "God will not be Miss Jiang."

How could Miss Jiang come here when she was so sensitive!
Even the security guards thought so, let alone Feng Beiting.

At that time, Feng Dongshi had just left, and he was still explaining the "funeral affairs" to Su Fu and the others. Before he finished speaking, he saw the door was violently opened again from the outside, and his voice was paused, and his eyes were dark. When he swept over, he froze suddenly.

"Mian, Mianmian..." He said in a daze.

In a blink of an eye, he lowered his eyes and smiled wryly, "I actually started to hallucinate."

Su Fu, Yunque, and Prison Temple looked at each other a few times, and said in unison, "Fourth Young Master... it seems that it is not a hallucination, we have seen it too..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yimian threw himself into Feng Beiting's arms with a sense of coldness, his smiling eyes sparkled, "I'll give you a hug and see if I'm real."

The person in his arms was cold, like a small lump of ice.

Su Fu and the others left at some time, and the sound of closing the door woke up Feng Beiting. Only then did he recover from his astonishment, and hugged him.

"Mianmian?" His voice was a little trembling, obviously not sure yet.

"Uh-huh."

Jiang Yimian nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and rubbed her cheek in his arms, her eyes turned red somehow, "Feng Beiting...I miss you..."

In a word, Feng Beiting's heart melted instantly.

With her words, he felt that he could die in peace.

"I miss you too." His voice was hoarse.

Jiang Yimian was dressed too thinly, and was blown by the cold wind, and now she started to runny nose. She inhaled twice, and Feng Beiting thought she was crying, so he took out a tissue to wipe her tears, but retreated. When she opened her body, she realized that her eyes were only red, but there was a glint of water in her nose.

Looking at each other, she sucked her nose again.

Feng Beiting tore the paper and twisted it into two small cylinders, stuffing one on each side into her nose.

It was only then that he noticed that she was still wearing pajamas, and on her feet were a pair of slippers that only covered her feet. Her feet and heels were exposed, and they were red from the cold.

"How did you come out dressed like this?!" While speaking, he pulled up her legs and put them on the sofa, stuffing her little feet into his arms, "Is it warmer?"

"Ah."

Jiang Yimian's voice was muffled, and his appearance was a little funny.

She stared fixedly at Feng Beiting, with a hint of distress in her eyes.

He also lost weight...

The outline of the jaw became more distinct, and the eyes were still so beautiful, but when she first came to see his eyes were dull, not as bright as usual.

Jiang Yimian's gaze slid down slightly, and fell on the hand he was holding on her ankle, and her gaze suddenly froze.

"... Where's our engagement ring?" She thought he'd be wearing it forever.

Feng Beiting froze and didn't answer.

Jiang Yimian saw the box on the coffee table with sharp eyes, and didn't ask him if it was okay, she took it over and looked at it, then froze.

It's full of her stuff.

Some she knew, some she didn't know but could guess.

However, when she saw the little frog, she was inevitably a little surprised.

Why did he put this away like a treasure...

Seeing the engagement rings of the two of them and the pendant she gave him in the box, Jiang Yimian couldn't help but "thump" in his heart, and he became more and more sure of the guess in his heart, "You, what are you doing putting these away?"

Feng Beiting felt guilty, and unconsciously looked away, "...Treasure."

"lie!"

"……No."

"Are you planning to commit suicide?" When Jiang Yimian asked this sentence, her hands holding the box were shaking.

In fact, there was no need for Feng Beiting to answer, she already had the answer.

He didn't dare to look at her...

Feng Beiting's reaction, which was equivalent to acquiescence, almost made Jiang Yimian laugh angrily, feeling helpless and fearful, but more of a distressed heart.

She tugged at his collar and pulled it towards her, and suddenly threatened him fiercely, "If you dare to commit suicide, if you die today, I will marry tomorrow."

"How dare you!" A certain affectionate and great young master who wanted to love suddenly revealed his true colors.

"See if I dare!"

Feng Beiting was arrogant, Jiang Yimian was even more arrogant than him.

And in terms of arrogance, he has never been able to compare with her, and finally lost the battle, with a faint tone, "Mianmian...you say that, I can't help but kidnap you..."

She smiled sweetly, "Okay."

"...Mian, Mianmian?" Her reaction was beyond his imagination.

"You don't need to kidnap me this time, I'll go with you myself." She said thoughtfully, "But if I take the initiative to go with you, it can't be called kidnapping, it should be called elopement."

Taking out the two small balls of paper between her nose, she threw them into the trash can without any mistakes, raised her jaw and said with a smile, "Yes, it's elopement!
Feng Beiting, let's elope! "

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