Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 299

Wen Jiaxi was startled.

In the chaotic and chaotic thoughts in my mind, a ray of light broke through the fog.

"In other words...you are not my half-brother, but my cousin..."

"Ah."

"Huh——" Wen Jiaxi let go of the breath she was carrying, and slumped limply on the chair, "It's okay, it's okay, I thought this life was more bloody than what was shown on TV."

Thinking that she had an extra aunt out of thin air, and Feng Beiting was her aunt's child, the initial excitement in her heart began to return.

Unexpectedly, after going around in circles, he is still her brother.

From this point of view, God is not bad to her.

"Hey! Let's go!" Wen Jiaxi stood up "teng" and waved to him across the table, "I'll take you home to see my mother."

"You're quick to accept my identity..." Feng Beiting chuckled.

"Ok?"

Wen Jiaxi blinked, apparently not understanding what he meant, "The identification results are all there, you are my brother, why don't I accept it?"

"Are you not afraid that I will deceive you?"

"...But you really look exactly like my mother." Seeing is believing, this cannot be deceived.

Seeing Feng Beiting's charming smile, Wen Jiaxi was stunned for a moment, and then he recovered and continued, "Let's go, let's go, I'll take you home."

"I'll have someone take you back."

"Aren't you going to meet my mother with me?" Wen Jiaxi's smile froze slightly, "She is your aunt."

"I'll scare her if I go there so rashly."

Feng Beiting took a sip of his wine and said casually, "You go back first, and show your parents the results of the appraisal. If your mother wants to see me, tell me again, and I will pay a visit."

"... Oh." Wen Jiaxi thought about what he said, and felt it made sense.

She led him home so rashly, and said to her mother, "Mom, I brought your nephew back", it would have scared her to faint.

It would be safer for her to reveal a little information when she goes back.

"Then I'll go first."

"Ah."

Carrying the small bag and walking to the door, Wen Jiaxi's footsteps suddenly stopped, and she turned her head and said crisply, "Brother!"

She called her kindly, but Feng Beiting was stunned for a moment.

"Brother, you don't just plan to recognize my mother and deny me, do you?" She looked at him suspiciously.

Who is Fourth Young Master Feng? He knew the elegant meaning after hearing the string song. At that time, he felt that there was something in this little girl's words, "Say it straight."

"Can you lend me some money?"

"..."

Ah, the author is waiting for him here.

No wonder he jumped eight feet high and wanted to take him home because he wanted to use him as a cash machine.

Wen Jiaxi clasped his hands together, stared at him with staring eyes, his aggrieved and begging eyes inexplicably reminded him of Jiang Yimian, his heart softened, and he threw a card to her, "Take it."

"Thank you brother!" Before the words finished, Wen Jiaxi quickly picked it up and put it in his pocket, fearing that if he was too late, he would regret going back.

While zipping the backpack, Wen Jiaxi asked casually, "Brother, when will you and sister-in-law get married, I can go and be your bridesmaid."

This "sister-in-law" is called beautiful. Feng Beiting, when he saw Wen Jiaxi again, he looked pleasing to the eye, and suddenly felt that it would be nice to have an extra sister out of thin air, so that he could hear someone calling his Mianmian sister-in-law , that is an interpersonal relationship starting from his side, with a different meaning.

With a bright smile on his lips, Feng Beiting motioned for the prison temple to hand over a bunch of keys.

Wen Jiaxi took it in a daze, "This is..."

"Which one you like, just drive."

"Wow!"

Wen Jiaxi's eyes lit up as he took the keys like a baby.

Carefully touching it again and again, she raised her head after a long while with disappointment in her eyes, "But I don't know how to drive."

Feng Beiting: "..."

This kid doesn't look very smart.

"What? I have to provide you with a driver?" He raised his eyebrows.

Hearing this, Prison Temple couldn't help but "thump" in his heart.

He has heard that the Fourth Young Master sold Yunque to Xie Tunan. Yunque is an old bachelor, so he can do whatever he wants, but he is a family man, so how can he be a driver for Wen Jiaxi? His family An An knows what to do. Not happy anymore.

Who knows-

What he feared didn't happen.

Wen Jiaxi herself refused, "No, no, there's no need for the trouble of having a driver, just give me cash."

Feng Beiting: "..."

Prison Temple: "..."

It is false to admit relatives, but it is true to touch porcelain.

"The money in Cary is not enough?" Feng Beiting was a little curious about what kind of life she was living at home.

"...I'm just scared of poverty."

"Understood, I will tell Xie Tunan and let her arrange more work for you."

"No, no need." Wen Jiaxi waved her hands repeatedly, her face full of rejection, "You've already given me money, why should I still work hard, I'm not that noble."

"...I can see it."

Touching her little leather bag like a hair, Wen Jiaxi smiled happily.

Miss Wen thought to herself, having an older brother is really nice...

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Later, when Feng Beiting returned to Jiang's house, he unexpectedly found that Feng Xun hadn't left yet.

The dinner on the dining table turned into a barbecue, and he and Brother Jiang Wei's tongues got big from drinking, and the smell of alcohol in the room couldn't go away.

Feng Beiting's jaw tightened suddenly, wishing he could go to the restaurant and take him out of the villa.

Fortunately, Jiang Yimian greeted him in time, "How is it?"

Feng Beiting didn't answer, but carefully smelled the disinfectant and the faint scent of incense on her body, "Going out to handle the case?"

"Uh-huh."

Jiang Yimian nodded, surprised in her heart, "How do you know?!"

He smiled harmoniously, and held her hand, the fingertips were still covered with frost, "The mountain people have their own tricks."

"I don't care if it's good or not. I just want to know how your talk with Wen Jiaxi is going?"

"Me and her..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yimian's cell phone rang suddenly.

At the same time, Jiang Zhuo's phone rang.

The siblings looked at each other with a bad premonition in their hearts.

They just got home...

"Let's talk about it when I come back. If it's too late, you can go to bed first." Jiang Yimian said while going to the entrance to change clothes and shoes.

Feng Beiting followed her like a tail, "I'll go with you."

"No."

Miss Jiang refused without thinking, "You should rest at home well, if I come back and see that you haven't slept yet, you will die."

"……it is good."

Jiang Zhuo sat on the shoe stool and put on his shoes, frowned and muttered, "What's the matter, why are the dead gathered together to die?"

In the previous stage, everything was calm and there was nothing wrong with it, but now there are murder cases one after another.

As the saying goes, the speaker has no intention, but the listener does. Feng Beiting overheard his words and thought for a while.

After changing their clothes, Jiang Yimian and Jiang Zhuo hurried to the scene of the crime.

The crime took place at a mansion.

The deceased was male and the cause of death was carbon monoxide poisoning.

The study was tightly closed, and the fire in the fireplace was still burning. It was preliminarily inferred that this was the culprit.

Jiang Zhuo walked around the room with doubts in his eyes, "The lethal amount of carbon monoxide, didn't he notice it at all when he was stuffed in the room?"

"Carbon monoxide itself is colorless and odorless.

Under standard conditions, the gas density is 1.25g/L, which is very different from the air density, so poisoning is easy to occur.

The reason why the gas used in daily life smells is not from carbon monoxide, but because the gas company has added a gas with an unpleasant smell, usually ethanethiol or methyl mercaptan, in order to remind people of gas leakage. "

But the deceased burned coal directly at home, and the carbon monoxide released was naturally undetectable.

"So, is it an accident?"

"Fourth brother... can you use your own brain..." Miss Jiang was helpless, "I am a forensic doctor, and I am only in charge of autopsies. The messy things in my heart are all right to tell my master behind my back, so don't treat them as serious reasoning I told you so, lest you get preconceived."

"Why don't you say you're too lazy to think?"

"...well, I do think it's a little weird." There was a fire in the fireplace and the door was closed, which was strange in itself.

Furthermore, the vents were clogged with dust.

But whether it was artificially blocked or accidental, this requires a detailed investigation by the police.

But none of these can be used as conclusive evidence of murder, so she didn't speak rashly before.

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