Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 291 Family Identification
Feng Beiting suddenly smiled, and suddenly said, "Sure enough, that fat old man Liang Qiu is beside me..."

Just now when he came out of Xiao Qiaoju, he felt someone sneaking around, but he didn't feel any killing intent, so he ignored it.

When he was leaving, he glanced through the glass on the window, and only vaguely saw a fat figure, which looked familiar.

He felt very similar to Liang Qiu, but he was not quite sure.

This bad old man...

I am not afraid of dying in the tongue-pulling hell in the future.

"Tsk, isn't it the right time for me to make this call? Is it interrupting your good business?" Jiang Yimian asked him intentionally.

How can this proposition be answered according to conventional thinking, Fourth Young Master Feng said with a strong desire to survive, "I'm not happy if you're not by my side!"

"puff--"

"Wen Jiaxi is in my car, I'll go back to find you after talking to her, okay?" Although I can't take her away, at least let him see her before going to bed.

"I don't intend to invite you to sleep with the beauty today."

After a pause, Jiang Yimian couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked, "By the way, what do you want to talk to Wen Jiaxi about?"

"Want to know?" Feng Beiting's smile was tinged with complacency.

"what."

"That's simple. If you call me to bed at night, I will know everything and say everything."

"...Little fairy!" Jiang Yimian gritted her teeth and said, "See how I will deal with you when you come!"

That tone was the same as that of Su Fu's Ba Boss.

The only difference is that this silly Baitian who is being targeted by the boss will occasionally turn black, but at the moment he is much gentler, "I'll be back soon."

His voice was soft, like a husband comforting his wife.

"Be careful on the road." Jiang Yimian didn't make trouble anymore, and hung up the phone obediently.

On the other side, Feng Beiting put down his phone with a gentle expression.

This is what Wen Jiaxi saw when she came up with the injured puppy.

A Feng Beiting she had never seen before.

The beauty I saw before is beautiful, but it feels unreal, but at this moment, the car lights on the side of the road are reflected on his face, the light and shadow flicker, his eyes are gentle, and his eyebrows are picturesque.

Feng Beiting lowered his eyes slightly, and said with a half-smile, "If you keep staring at me, the dog will bleed to death."

"what!"

After he reminded Wen Jiaxi, he suddenly came back to his senses, fastened his seat belt and said, "Can I trouble you to take me to the nearby pet hospital first?"

The dog in her arms was dirty, its hair was so black that it couldn't tell what breed it was, and it smelled bloody.

It lay dying in Wen Jiaxi's arms, rubbing mud and blood on her originally clean coat, but she didn't show any dislike for it, her face was full of worry and sympathy for it.

Withdrawing his gaze, Feng Beiting opened his lips, "Prison Temple."

"Yes."

Prison Temple nodded, and turned the car decisively.

Wen Jiaxi subconsciously looked at the little brother sitting in the driver's seat, with surprise in his eyes, "Juji? Is it the Yuji Hayato from "The Tutor"?"

"...Yes, yes."

"I love watching "The Tutor" so much!" Wen Jiaxi seemed to have found a confidant, "My favorite is Liu Dao Mu."

If Wen Jiaxi was talking about something else, Prison Temple would definitely not agree, but she was talking about anime, so he couldn't help but talk more, "I like him too, but this name is not used in real life. It sounded so weird, so I didn't choose it."

"The skylark is also good, the skylark is the most powerful among them."

"The skylark is called."

"who's that?"

"Yes..." Prison Temple didn't finish his sentence, but stopped abruptly, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.

The toe of Feng Beiting's shoe lightly touched the back of the driver's seat, and the prison temple was so frightened that it fell silent for an instant.

Wen Jiaxi didn't know what was going on at the beginning, until he saw Feng Beiting with his eyes closed and rested, then he closed his mouth belatedly, hugged the puppy and curled up beside the car and stopped making a sound. Weak and helpless.

When the car arrived at the pet hospital, she got out of the car in a hurry. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the old god Feng Beiting sitting in the car, and couldn't help but stop, "That...you, don't leave...

I'll send it in first, and then I'll come out to find you right away, can you wait for me for a while? "

Feng Beiting didn't open his eyes, and said coolly, "Close the door."

"Hey... don't..." She held on to the car door and refused to let go, "Immediately, immediately, I will come out immediately."

"……cold."

It's frosty and dewy late at night, what if he accidentally catches a cold and then infects his family Mianmian?

His body is precious now, so he must take good care of it.

Finally understanding what he meant, Wen Jiaxi suddenly laughed, and scratched her head in embarrassment, "Sorry, sorry, I'll come back as soon as I go."

After saying that, she closed the car door and ran into the hospital.

Prison Temple didn't understand why his fourth young master was suddenly so patient with women other than Miss Jiang, so he took a few more glances at Wen Jiaxi, and unexpectedly found a few people sneaking by the side of the road, and a car parked across the road There are even reflections in the car, and it seems that someone is secretly filming them.

"Fourth Young Master, there seems to be a paparazzi." Prison Temple felt that this feeling was also very novel.

They have been chased by the enemy and followed by the police, but this is the first time they have been secretly photographed by paparazzi.

I hope it's not the first time for the paparazzi, otherwise it will really be a bad start.

Feng Beiting lazily raised his eyes, and said casually, "Go."

"Yes."

Wen Jiaxi got off the car in front of the prison temple, and Wen Jiaxi ran out of the hospital on the back.

Standing by the side of the car, she looked down at her embarrassing body, worried about soiling Feng Beiting's car, she simply took off her coat and hugged her in her arms, leaned over and sat in the car, taking in a chill.

As soon as she got in the car and found that there was one person missing, she was stunned for a moment.

Wen Jiaxi thought that Feng Beiting didn't want Prison Temple to know what they were talking about, so she cooperated with her and lowered her voice mysteriously, "Actually, I said I should ask you to shoot the MV, but it's not completely fake. It looks so good, it will definitely explode.

If we form a combination, we will definitely dominate the entertainment industry. "

Feng Beiting looked at her sideways, his thin lips slightly parted, "Get out of the car if you have nothing to say."

The implication is that I don't have time to talk to you about these salty things.

Swallowing, Wen Jiaxi said bravely, "It's...you..."

Just starting to get started, the prison temple suddenly opened the door and got into the car, interrupting her words.

He held two cameras in his hand, and sat in the car with his hands, "Fourth Young Master, I was indeed taking pictures of you and Miss Wen. I deliberately found the angle, which is very intriguing."

Influenced by Su Fu, Prison Temple can be regarded as a person who has been fighting on the front line of eating melons all year round. Seeing the photos taken by those paparazzi, he even thought of the title.

[The eighteenth-line nameless little flower is in the limelight, and it turns out that he is the beneficiary behind it. 】

[Wen Jiaxi met the mysterious man at night, the two left intimately after a sweet meal, and stayed at the residence all night after returning to the residence. 】

Prison Temple can fully imagine that if these gossip news occupy the headlines of tomorrow's entertainment section, then a few more lives will definitely be added to City A, and the gap between the Fourth Young Master and Miss Jiang will become deeper and deeper.

Not because of those bloody misunderstandings, but because the Jiang family minded that he was in debt.

Fortunately, he found the shot in time.

Saving one's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and prison temple felt that he was really a kind little clever ghost.

Feng Beiting didn't pay much attention, and said lazily, "It's ruined."

"Yes."

"Where are those people?" He pointed to the paparazzi taking pictures.

"Already gone, but I sent someone to follow."

Wen Jiaxi sat aside and listened to the conversation between the two of them, and after thinking for a while, she realized what happened, and quickly apologized to Feng Beiting, "I'm sorry, those paparazzi should have come after me, I'm sorry."

She was also used to being blocked before, and she didn't adapt to the recovery of her career for a while, so she didn't think of guarding against paparazzi's sneak shots for a while.

"You, you have already solved it for me?" She tentatively asked Feng Beiting, "Thank you."

Feng Beiting didn't say a word.

Seeing that he didn't let Prison Temple get off the car, Wen Jiaxi thought that he didn't mind the other party hearing, so he cleared his throat and said, "Actually, I'm looking for you, just to get to know you better.

For example, how did you go abroad? Did your parents take you there?Or drifted there when you had no memory?
Will it be...

Do you have relatives here? "

Hearing this, Feng Beiting glanced at her, his eyes sparkling, and his smile seductive, "So, you pulled out my hair, and you plan to take it back for a genetic test?"

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