Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 319
On the night of the wedding, Feng Beiting and Jiang Yimian lived a long-lost world of two.

Although she really didn't want to admit it, Miss Jiang had to say that since she had Little Cherry, Feng Beiting's clinging to her had indeed eased a lot.

The novel is indeed a lie...

Feng Beiting had just drank some wine, and now there were two blushes on his cheeks, his winking eyes were blurred, and his every frown and smile were all coquettish.

Jiang Yimian felt itchy in his heart, and couldn't help swallowing.

Noticing her subtle movements, Feng Beiting laughed unkindly, and pressed his head heavily on her shoulder, his laughter murmured, "Mianmian... Come on, I'm ready..."

"...Sorry, I'm not ready." She suddenly pushed him away.

"Mianmian?"

"Brother, wash up and go to bed." After saying that, she sat up and seemed to be planning to leave.

Feng Beiting quickly grabbed her, "What's wrong?"

The atmosphere is so good, and the daughter is asleep. It's just the right time and place. If he doesn't do something shameful, he will feel sorry for God.

Miss Jiang glanced at him with one eye and asked, "Are you happy today?"

"happy."

"Then do you want to be happier?" She tempted.

Hearing this, Feng Beiting's wine was mostly sober in an instant.

no...

His family, Mianmian, has always disdained the drama of wanting to welcome and rejecting. If she wanted to have sex, she would have picked him up just now, so this sentence now is obviously weird.

What could it be?

When Feng Beiting was racking her brains to figure out if Jiang Yimian's words were a trap, she had no patience to speak again, "Hey! Do you really want to or not?"

"...Think, think about it." He also admitted being teased, anyway, it wasn't the first time.

After getting the answer he wanted, Jiang Yimian smiled happily, "Come here with your ears."

Feng Beiting bent down as he said, turned his face and put his ear close to her lips.

He thought she would kiss him, but he didn't expect that she actually had something to say to him.

If there was a faint breath brushing over his ears, he unconsciously lowered his body and narrowed the distance between them, as if he wanted her voice to be heard more clearly in his ears.

And as Jiang Yimian's lips opened and closed, Feng Beiting froze suddenly.

He remained motionless as if someone had sealed his acupuncture points, and he didn't even respond to what Jiang Yimian said next.

"Are you unhappy?" She smiled mischievously.

"Have you recovered yet?"

"Then I'm going to take a shower first, you can take your time to recollect it."

Miss Jiang went to the bathroom after she finished speaking.

Halfway through the shower, the bathroom door was suddenly opened from the outside. She seemed to expect Feng Beiting to come in, and she wasn't surprised at all, but turned slightly sideways, "It's been a long time, old couple, but before you come in You should knock on the door first, why are you so impolite!"

Feng Beiting ignored her words and walked towards him.

The water sprayed from the shower head wet his hair and clothes, but he didn't care about it, but hugged Jiang Yimian firmly, with obvious disbelief in his eyes.

He put his hand lightly on her lower abdomen, and asked uncertainly, "Really?"

"Do you think I'd be bored enough to lie to you about this kind of thing?"

"..."

Fourth Young Master Feng had a complicated expression.

Happiness is for sure, but besides being happy, there are also some worries.

Jiang Yimian automatically understood that he was tortured by the psychological shadow of his last pregnancy and childbirth, so he didn't think too much, and continued to hum and take a bath.

Feng Beiting was afraid that she would accidentally slip and fall in the bathroom, so he simply took a shower with her.

What he thinks in his heart is that he has done a good job of protecting himself, so how come there are still fish that slip through the net?
When the two of them finished packing and went back to bed to have a good chat about this matter, there was an unexpected knock on the door.

The young couple looked at each other and saw the answer in each other's eyes.

Jiang Yimian hugged the quilt and sat up, "Come in."

The door lock was turned open with a click, and a small head poked in from the door, "Mom?"

"Why are you awake again?"

"I woke up as soon as Dad left." The implication is that I have done you a lot of face by waiting for such a long time to come here.

Feng Beiting carried her to the bed.

Jiang Wenge sat down firmly in the middle of the bed, and suddenly asked a question that hit the heart, "Dad, I have a question that I don't understand."

"what?"

"Who is the old king next door?" Little Jiang Princess looked curious.

Jiang Yimian: "..."

Feng Beiting: "..."

Did he think too much? Why did he feel that his daughter was hinting at him?

What a coincidence, as soon as Mianmian told him that she was becoming a father again, her daughter came to him in the middle of the night without sleeping to discuss the story of Lao Wang next door.

If it were another mother, she would have to educate her harshly, or explain it softly, but Miss Jiang didn't agree. She rested her chin on one hand and asked Jiang Wenge with great interest, "Daughter, what are you talking about?" Who taught you?"

"Fifth uncle." Princess Jiang sold her teammates without hesitation.

Feng Beiting's eyes darkened.

If it wasn't for worrying about disturbing others, he would have gone to Jiang Mo's bedroom now.

It's so annoying to teach his daughter blindly!

Jiang Yimian continued to ask, "What did your fifth uncle say?"

"I watched TV with him. There was a little boy who said that his father was Lao Wang next door. Uncle Wu just laughed. I asked him why he was laughing, and he said..." Jiang Wenge recalled it carefully, and then repeated Jiang Mo's words in full , almost learned a little bit of tone, "The little boy said his father is the old Wang next door, and I said my father is Uncle Lin."

"Mom, I haven't figured out what this means after thinking about it for a long time?
Isn’t Uncle Lin’s surname Lin? How could he be the same as Lao Wang next door? What is Uncle Fifth talking about? "

Jiang Yimian's mouth twitched slightly.

She turned her head almost stiffly to look at Feng Beiting beside her, and sure enough, she saw that his face was darkened, and his eyes were full of frost.

Although the two of them were married and had a baby, she did really like Lin Sinan in the past. This was a thorn in Feng Beiting's heart that could never be removed.

It's fine if you don't mention it usually, but once you mention it, it will hurt your muscles and bones, and then there will be no surprises.

Other things might be better, but now that Lin Sinan suddenly equates with the old Wang next door, the seriousness of this matter is immeasurable.

Silently hiding behind her daughter, Jiang Yimian hurriedly expressed her opinion, "Don't listen to your fifth uncle's nonsense, what he said is all fallacies, listen to your mother's explanation.

First of all, this matter has nothing to do with your Uncle Lin, he can only be regarded as your godmother.

Secondly, what about the old Wang next door..."

Miss Jiang pursed her lips, thinking about her words and how to explain to her daughter, "It's like talking about the group of ducklings you raised. Normally, the duck father and duck mother have ducklings, and there is a little duckling in the end. The duck was actually raised by the crocodile and the mother duck, so the crocodile can be called the old king next door."

"Oh..." Little Jiang Princess nodded with a half understanding.

"understood?"

Jiang Wenge drew inferences, "The fifth uncle meant that I was originally the child of mother and father, but if I were the child of mother and Uncle Lin, then Uncle Lin would be Lao Wang next door.

Mom, am I right? "

Jiang Yimian: "..."

Put it aside first, everyone else cheats, but when it comes to her cheating, is it really okay?
Seeing Shang Feng Beiting's gloomy gaze, Miss Jiang smiled guiltyly, "This...that's what your daughter said, it has nothing to do with me..."

Feng Beiting picked up Jiang Wenge, "Stay away from your fifth uncle from now on."

"why?"

"Because he's stupid." This is equivalent to playing chess with a stinky chess basket, and the more you play, the more stinky you become.

"……Oh."

Jiang Yimian wanted to say something more, but Feng Beiting carried Jiang Wenge to her own bedroom.

Miss Jiang waited and waited and waited and waited until she fell asleep and no one came back.

She had been lethargic recently, her eyelids suddenly sank, she fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow, until Feng Beiting dug her out of bed the next morning.

Sitting beside her was Jiang Wenge, with the same drowsy look on her face.

The two women were wearing parent-child pajamas of the same style, and their hair was tied into a loose bun. The two figures, one big and one small, were leaning against each other, so sleepy that they couldn't sit still.

And beside the bed, stood Feng Beiting in high spirits.

"Ha——" covered her lips and yawned, Jiang Yimian's eyes were sleepy, and her voice was weak, "Brother, why did you ask us to get up?
It's not so early to catch up with the sun, it's dark. "

As if to cooperate with Jiang Yimian, Jiang Wenge nodded in sleepiness.

I didn't want Feng Beiting's words, but most of Jiang Yimian's drowsiness fell away. He said, "Hurry up and pack up, we have to go."

Jiang Yimian:? ?
She was also confused, "Where are you going?"

"You can go anywhere, but you can't stay here any longer." As he spoke, he began to skillfully dress Jiang Wenge. Jiang Yimian was not treated so well, and Feng Beiting threw the clothes to her. It hit her directly on the head, causing her to fall down and prepare to sleep again.

Feng Beiting frowned, and grabbed her with one hand, "Mianmian, we can't delay any longer."

"Oh!" Miss Jiang finally burst out of getting up, trying to suppress her anger, "What can't be delayed, you are in a hurry to find the eldest baby and the second baby to save grandpa?"

"The police are almost downstairs, and it will be too late if we don't leave."

"..."

The brain flooded with drowsiness gradually began to function, and Jiang Yimian reacted belatedly.

My dear friend, I'm afraid he's falling ill again?
It has been a few years since his last illness, and the time has passed so long that she almost forgot the attributes of this young master.

To be honest, she thought he was all right.

The two got married, gave birth to a child, received a certificate, and held a wedding. It stands to reason that the anxiety in his heart should have been dispelled long ago, and the so-called delusion should no longer exist, but why did it start again this morning? Is it abnormal?

Is it—

Is it because of the repeated stimulation from me and Little Cherry last night?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was possible. Jiang Yimian rubbed her eyes, pushed away Feng Beiting who was still dressing Jiang Wenge, and hugged her daughter into her arms.

"Baby, Mommy has something to tell you."

Little Cherry blinked and blinked her black eyes, trying to maintain a little sanity, "Mom..."

"Although you are still so young, if you miss some scenery, you may never experience it in your life, so my mother wants you to enjoy the famous scene, called 'Dad is sick again' large-scale unit series."

Feng Beiting: "..."

There is a feeling of being offended.

"You are the daughter of father and mother. You must be brave and strong while inheriting beauty and wisdom. Therefore, you must learn to bear the unbearable burden in life. Today is the first test." Jiang Yimian sent Jiang Wenge to the seal With a push in Bei Ting's arms, "You two, let's battle slowly."

After finishing the words, Jiang Yimian lay flat and covered herself with the quilt, her movements were done in one go.

Feng Beiting was still immersed in the story of the police coming to separate him from his wife and children, but he didn't want Jiang Wenge to strike first, "Dad, I'm hungry."

"Let's eat on the way, you and Dad wake up Mom first."

Little Jiang Princess said to herself, "Father, I want to drink tea."

"baby……"

"I want a drink!" I didn't listen to my father's chanting.

The communication reached a stalemate, and Feng Beiting had no choice but to compromise, "...Father is going to pick you up, just wait."

Jiang Wenge got under the covers, blinking a pair of beautiful big eyes and waiting for her breakfast.

The first round ended with Princess Jiang's complete victory.

In fact, Jiang Wenge's stubbornness has been reflected before.

Not long ago, Jiang Nuo and Jiang Zhi became obsessed with Pokémon, so Feng Beiting bought a whole set of models for them to play with. Occasionally, Jiang Wenge would look at them when they were watching anime.

But the style of painting is like this--

"Brother, what's the name of this garlic bastard?" She asked pointing at the wonderful frog seed.

Afterwards, no matter how many times Jiang Nuo corrected her, she insisted on calling Miao Frog Seed a garlic bastard. Although the description was apt, this brain circuit was really amazing.

Of course, this was not the only one who suffered from her murderous hands.

Like Abo Snake, she said it was "Purple Baba".

And Ditto, which she called "pink snot."

Ever since she changed the names of the various treasures in Pokémon through her own understanding, Jiang Nuo and Jiang Zhi never dared to look at them in front of her again.

Speaking of which, although Feng Beiting's consciousness is a little confused, he can't help his daughter to be more "crazy" than him, which indirectly caused Feng Si Shao to be suppressed by his own daughter before any evil winds started to occur this time. up.

When Jiang Yimian slept comfortably enough and woke up, Feng Beiting had already recovered.

It's just that he still packed his things and wanted to take her out, but this time he was going to the hospital for a check-up.

He vaguely remembered that there was a time when Mianmian was very enthusiastic. Of course, he couldn't refuse, and he couldn't resist, but he forgot to take any measures in a daze. Maybe it was that time he was tricked.

I don't know if I am pregnant with a little ancestor or a little slave this time.

He decided that if it was a boy this time, he would have to be educated violently, because his patience and gentleness were only enough for the girls.

Then when the results of the prenatal examination came out, Fourth Young Master Feng was a little confused.

The test sheet showed: two fetal buds, two fetal heartbeats.

Jiang Yimian is pregnant with twins!

(End of this chapter)