Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 3 The Hand Kissed by God
The cherries Feng Beiting sent were big and sweet, and they were washed, Jiang Yimian was delighted to eat them.

So, following "gentleness", she labeled the unknown little brother next door as "considerate".

Throwing the last cherry into her mouth, Miss Jiang couldn't get enough of it.

Delicious is delicious, just less...

If it weren't for moral issues, she would have been tempted to sneak out and steal the portion hanging on the door next door.

Looking at the cherry stalks in the trash can, Jiang Yimian forced himself to look away, his gaze drifted out of the window, and unexpectedly found that the sun had already set and it was dinner time.There was nothing to eat at home, so she changed her clothes, tied up her slightly curly long hair casually, put the scalpel in her pocket, and then went out with a shopping bag.

Unexpectedly, while waiting for the elevator, he bumped into Feng Beiting.

Black trousers, white shirt, very simple attire, but he abruptly gave off a "sexy" look, indescribably sexy and charming.

Carrying two big bags of garbage in his hand, his demeanor remained undiminished, as if he was carrying a brand-name bag.

Jiang Yimian stared at his hands, roaring in his heart: Let go of those two bags of garbage!let me!
How can such beautiful hands be used to throw garbage, what a waste.

Seeing her staring at his hand all the time, and even frowning in annoyance, Feng Beiting's eyes moved slightly, and he asked, "Is there any question?"

"……No."

Jiang Yimian shook her head quickly, smiling a little guilty, but the dimples on her cheeks were real, and could hide a pearl.

"Thank you for the cherries, they are delicious." In fact, she wanted to ask him where he bought them, and she would buy some later.

"You're welcome."

Ding--

The elevator is coming.

The two walked in one after another, and Feng Beiting noticed the shopping bag on her arm, "Do you want to go shopping?"

"Yes."

"Is the supermarket far from here? I moved here in a hurry, and I didn't pay much attention to the surrounding environment in advance."

"It's downstairs." At first, Jiang Yimian didn't know, but he couldn't help that he had a good brother. Jiang Lan almost listed all the places she might go within a radius of 1000 meters, where there is food, where there is fun, Where useful, comparable to any travel brochure.

Thinking of being short-handed and short-sighted, Jiang Yimian took the initiative to send out an invitation, "I just want to go there, if you want to go, we can go together."

Feng Beiting raised his lips, his smile seemed to melt into June's gentle wind, "Then it will be troublesome."

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The two walked into the supermarket together, and the French girl who sold flowers at the door warmly greeted her, "Hey, sir, your lover is so cute, buy her a bouquet of flowers."

"You misunderstood, we are not lovers." Feng Beiting took the lead in explaining, with a loose smile.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." The other party held his forehead, annoyed that he had made an oolong, "but your sister is really cute, although she doesn't look like you."

Feng Beiting: "..."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

How about half-brothers and sisters, how can they resemble each other?

Unable to see the strange look on their faces, the flower girl apologized and took the initiative to fold a white rose for Jiang Yimian.

If it was any other flower, Miss Jiang would probably refuse it, but white roses are her favorite flower, so she readily accepted it.

Quotations from Miss Jiang: It is shameful to refuse something that you like and happens to be delivered to your door.

"Thank you." Sakura's lips curved, and her smile was very contagious.

After taking two steps, she thought for a while and backed away, said something to the flower girl in French in a low voice, and then left leisurely under the terrified gaze of the flower girl.

Feng Beiting's eyes were deep, and he asked with a smile, "What did you say to her?"

"It's nothing." She blinked her starry eyes with an innocent face, but those who know her know that this is her happy performance after pranking. "Just explain to her that we are just neighbors."

"Oh..." What a ghost!

He just saw her mouth shape, and she said, "Miss sister, you misunderstood, I am his brother."

Too skinny.

Following Jiang Yimian, Feng Beiting walked slowly with one hand in his pocket, smiling dotingly in his eyes, but when she turned around, he suppressed the affection in his eyes, leaving only a lazy smile, nothing unusual.

Jiang Yimian went straight to the fruit and vegetable area, with a very clear purpose.

She wants to buy big cherries!

pity……

I haven't found it after searching for a long time.

When she turned around, she saw Feng Beiting walking this way with curry and chicken. She let out a "hey" before realizing that she didn't know what his name was.

Normally, Jiang Yimian is not a person who likes to take the initiative to make friends with others, unless it is "profitable" or some aspect of the other party is particularly attractive to her.

Obviously, Feng Beiting belongs to the latter.

Because she likes his hands, she wants to make friends with him, so that she can often see those hands kissed by God in the future.

"By the way, is it convenient to ask your name?" When Feng Beiting approached, Jiang Yimian forced herself to shift her gaze from his hands to her eyes.

He paused the hand that was picking carrots, then stood up straight and turned to her, with seriousness in his eyes, "Feng Beiting."

"Feng Beiting." She called out with a sweet smile.

At this time, Miss Jiang didn't know that the word "Feng Beiting" was a taboo among many people.

People in the business field politely called him "Mr. Feng", and people on the road respected him politely as "Fourth Young Master Feng". Only she called him by his name without any scruples, "Feng Beiting, your name sounds really nice ", "Feng Beiting, your hands are so pretty."

"Feng Beiting, my name is Jiang Yimian."

"Jiang Yimian..." He also imitated her, repeating thoughtfully, his amber eyes glowed with a faint brilliance, dazzlingly beautiful, "It sounds good too."

As soon as I heard it, I couldn't help but want to take her as my own, the kind of unscrupulous.

A hint of obsession spread in his beautiful eyes, Jiang Yimian was too busy picking things out to notice.

She took two buckets of instant noodles and threw them into the shopping cart. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Feng Beiting slowly filling the basket with various vegetables, including carrots, potatoes, onions...

She guessed that he was going to cook curry rice for dinner.

what……

want to eat.

Thinking of the fragrant and spicy curry rice, Miss Jiang looked down at the two barrels of instant noodles in the car, and she had already foreseen her desolation tonight.

In fact, she can also cook curry rice, but she is too lazy to do it.

It is too troublesome to wash and cut vegetables before eating, and to wash dishes and clean up the battlefield after eating.

Thus, the slackers and gluttons in Jiang Yimian's heart fought, and it was hard to tell the winner for a while.

Feng Beiting saw her standing there suddenly, her eyes wandering back and forth between the vegetables in his basket and the instant noodles in her car, looking bitter and bitter.

"Miss Jiang?"

"...Huh?" She responded subconsciously, her eyes still fixed on the curry he bought.

"I've made my choice, is there anything else you want to buy?"

The implication is that if there is no one, we can withdraw.

Shaking her head with difficulty, Jiang Yimian finally defeated the slob in Jiang Yimian's heart, and she decided to go home and eat instant noodles.

When paying the bill, Feng Beiting was in front of her, but when he was paying, he was informed that the mobile phone payment machine was broken, and he could only pay in cash, but he made a temporary decision and did not bring any cash with him, so he carried a basket and prepared to pay. Return the item to its original location.

When turning around, Jiang Yimian stopped him, "I have."

After speaking, he took out his wallet and paid for him.

"Thank you again for troubling you." Out of gratitude, Feng Beiting carried Jiang Yimian's shopping bag in his hand when he left.

"A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor, it should be." Who made his hands so beautiful.

The two walked out of the supermarket while talking, and their backs looked very right.

The two Chinese girls behind them even stared straight at it, if the cashier didn't urge them to check out, they would still be staring.

"You can't pay with your mobile phone, right?" One of them said that he was about to pull out cash.

Who knows, the cashier nodded calmly, "Yes."

"It wasn't just now..."

"it's good now."

The boss makes bad things, and if they are not bad, they have to be bad.

*
When Jiang Yimian and Feng Beiting returned to the apartment, there were quite a few people waiting for the elevator, some of them had just got off work, and some had just returned from shopping like them.

When entering the elevator, Feng Beiting raised his arm unobtrusively to separate Jiang Yimian from the others, as if protecting a chick.

The car was a little crowded, and they stood so close that Jiang Yimian could vaguely see the letter "M" on the pendant of the necklace under Feng Beiting's shirt, and he could smell the faint smell of tobacco on his body.

he smokes?
She shouldn't be addicted to smoking, because she didn't see any yellow marks on his hands.

Feng Beiting lowered his eyes to look at the girl standing in front of him. She was a small one, and the comb on her hair was a little loose. A few strands of hair were hanging down her forehead, curvy and very cute.She lowered her head, and he could only see her round head and full forehead, and he had the urge to kiss her.

Her fingertips, which were stained with the chill of the night, accidentally touched the back of his hand, and she left quickly.

He was a little bit reluctant, like he was reluctant to leave a beautiful dream, but when he woke up, he found that the sun was shining on his face, surrounded by charming valleys.

As long as she is by my side, the breeze will come naturally.

Ding--

The elevator reached the 16th floor.

After getting out of the elevator, Feng Beiting handed Jiang Yimian's bag of things to her, and said, "I'll use my mobile phone to transfer the money for grocery shopping to you."

"No, no, and it doesn't cost much." The key point is that she ate other people's cherries for nothing, didn't she!
"I still have to pay it back."

"It really doesn't matter."

Seeing her refusal was very firm, Feng Beiting didn't insist anymore. When his eyes fell on the two buckets of instant noodles in her bag, his eyes flickered, "Is this for dinner?"

"Ah."

"Then I'll make curry rice later. If you don't mind, let's eat some together." After speaking, he seemed to feel that it was a bit abrupt for him to make an invitation like this. After all, the two of them didn't know each other for long, so he changed his words, "I mean Yes, I will bring you a copy, since you are not willing to accept the money, then you should not refuse the meal."

Jiang Yimian listened, her almond eyes shone brightly.

Curry rice……

The things she likes are delivered to her door, so she can't refuse them at all, okay?

Moreover, I can see those beautiful hands again.

Under the joint urging of gluttons and slackers, Miss Jiang resolutely threw her restraint on the ground and stomped hard, "That's troublesome, thank you."

Feng Beiting pursed his lips and smiled very shallowly, but it was still breathtakingly beautiful.

Since the dinner was settled, Jiang Yimian was very happy because he met a very gentle compatriot in a foreign country, and when he returned to the room to "wait for feeding", he tidied up the room diligently.

After tidying up the inside and outside of the house for a long time, I finally got some results and was ready to take a rest, but the phone rang suddenly.

It's her master.

Looking at the caller ID, Jiang Yimian's eyes darkened, "Master?"

"There is a case, come to the location on the address." Liang Qiu hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Jiang Yimian supported his forehead.

she knows...

Master is the same as Conan, wherever he goes, people die.

After changing his clothes and getting his ID, Jiang Yimian put the scalpel in his pocket as usual.

Carrying a scalpel with her is a habit she has developed over the years.

When he was going out, he happened to bump into Feng Beiting who was carrying a delicious curry rice.

Glancing at her, he was a little surprised, "Do you want to go out?"

"Well, I have a job." Jiang Yimian apologized, and set a flag casually, "I'm sorry for making you busy, I will definitely not do it next time, I will treat you to dinner if I have a chance."

"It's okay." Feng Beiting smiled, very understanding.

Because she was in a hurry to leave, Jiang Yimian didn't say anything more to him, so she didn't see the smile on Feng Beiting's face after she entered the elevator, and her eyes were as cold as ice.

It's really annoying to disturb him and Mianmian to develop a relationship...

want to kill.

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　　ps: In fact, the title of this article should be called "Sickly Pretend Everyday" O(∩_∩)O haha~ I thought of several at the time, and I prefer "Fantasy in Her Arms" o(*￣︶ ￣*)o Fumeng helped me create a song called "Mr. Feng's Sleeping Pill" (#^.^#)
　　
　
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