Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 32 He Seems to Be Passionate
How to describe it...

Feng Beiting's hands were very dry, not sweaty, and didn't feel damp to the touch.The palm is big, and it feels like it can wrap her hand in the palm without leaking, which makes people feel very at ease.

From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Yimian touched countless hands of the opposite sex, including those of her father Jiang Su, her uncles and elder brothers, and many others, but most of them were dead, and the only one alive was Lin Sinan.

Now there is another Feng Beiting.

Among the only two specials, his hands are the most beautiful, so they are special among the specials.

Just as he was staring at Feng Beiting's particularly beautiful hands, the sound of "Zi la", "Zi la" suddenly came from the kitchen.

Jiang Yimian was taken aback for a moment, then remembered that there was still noodles cooking in the pot.

The soup overflowed, and foam was everywhere in and out of the pot, and a few drops dripped on the glazed table. The whole scene looked extremely embarrassing.

"By the way, Su Fu told me that if you have time some other day and want to ask you out, there are still many questions I didn't ask last time."

"Oh... yes..."

"Then make an appointment at my house?"

"Okay." She and Su Fu were unfamiliar, so meeting alone would be awkward.

After finishing speaking, Feng Beiting was about to leave, with his hands on the doorknob, but he caught a glimpse of the miserable situation in the kitchen out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help asking, "Eat instant noodles?"

"This side is boiled." Jiang Yimian corrected him.

Soaking and boiling are two different concepts.

"Instant noodles pay attention to speed, while cooking noodles pay attention to delicacy." Ms. Jiang has her own set of rhetoric.

"Oh……"

He has a question.

She has been reduced to eating instant noodles, but she still pays attention to delicacy? !

Ignoring the teasing in Feng Beiting's eyes, Jiang Yimian's eyes fell on his gauze-wrapped hands, and she thought, "Do you want to eat something together?"

His hand is broken, so it must be very inconvenient to cook.

Out of a doctor's instinct, her first reaction after seeing his injured hand just now was to bandage him, temporarily forgetting that it was a pair of beautiful hands.

Looking at his gauze-wrapped hands now, she felt a sudden fear in her heart.

Fortunately, the wound was so shallow that it would not leave scars, otherwise the beauty would have been flawed.

Thinking about it this way, Jiang Yimian couldn't let Feng Beiting go back and cook by herself. She threw a big bag of instant noodles into the air, and then caught it firmly, quite proudly, "I bought a lot of bags, enough We both ate."

Feng Beiting didn't answer right away, his eyes swept over the tragic situation on the glazed stage.

The bags of seasoning packets were thrown everywhere, the instant noodle residue was also on the countertop and on the ground, and there were two vegetable leaves hanging on the edge of the pot.

Following his line of sight quickly, Jiang Yimian blocked it with a guilty conscience, and lightly poked the dimple with her fingertips, which was an expression of her guilty conscience.

"This...is an accident..."

After a pause, Miss Jiang shamelessly threw the pot away, "It's up to you!"

"Ok?"

"Because I have to bandage you, so I didn't keep looking at the pot, otherwise how could it be dirty and messy." Jiang Yimian plausibly said that it seemed to be the case at first glance.

"Hmm..." The expression on Feng Beiting's face was very intriguing. His eyes moved from the kitchen to the living room, sweeping over the sofa full of clothes, the trash can full of snack bags, the coffee table full of cosmetics, and the carpet one by one. There were also a few small plastic bags of marshmallows strewn about.

In the "garbage dump", only the novel he lent her has monopolized a pure land.

There is no garbage around, and there is a small veil under the book, which can be said to be very carefully protected.

He looked at it, smiled knowingly, and had a feeling of being valued by her.

"Then excuse me." In fact, he didn't really want to leave.

If he could, he even wanted to stick to her every day, never parting for a second.

"Sit down for a while, and it will be cooked in a while."

"it is good."

Feng Beiting walked over to the sofa and looked at the pile of clothes on it, and couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

When Jiang Yimian walked into the living room with the cooked noodles, he saw him standing by the coffee table, looking a little at a loss.

"Why don't you sit down?"

"...Where to sit?" There is no place for people to sit in her house!

Smiling awkwardly, Miss Jiang "turned back" and piled all the clothes on the sofa aside, freeing up most of the space for Feng Beiting. She patted the sofa with a bold gesture, "Sit!"

"……Um."

She went to the kitchen to get another order of noodles, and Feng Beiting's eyes fell on the clothes she had swept on the carpet.

He roughly glanced at it and made sure that there was no underwear before helping her tidy it up.

The pants were neatly folded into a pile.

T-shirts are neatly stacked in a pile.

All the rubbish was thrown into the trash can, and all kinds of bottles and cans on the coffee table were arranged in order from low to large and from thin to thick, like an array.

When Jiang Yimian came back again, what he saw was the "renewed" living room.

Especially the two stacks of clothes on the sofa, she almost burned two holes in the clothes when she looked at them.

"Easy to get wrinkled." Feng Beiting explained it like this.

"Well...just to ask..." Jiang Yimian was a little curious, "Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness?"

So the room must be neat and tidy, and there is no room for sloppy eyes.

"It's okay." Feng Si Shao didn't think it himself, "This is to keep the normal state clean."

"..."

Does that mean she is below the normal level?

Well, she has to admit that he has lived a finer life than her.

Inexplicably, Jiang Yimian remembered a classic line in a movie, "The room is clean and smelly, either a fake girl or a gay", she recalled Feng Beiting's behavior style, and she was more inclined to the latter statement, thinking of it almost instantly. A passionate story about him and his little assistant falling in love with sumo wrestling is added.

"Jiang Yimian?"

"...Huh?" Miss Jiang suddenly recovered.

Feng Beiting pointed to the face she was holding in her hand, indicating that she could put it down.

He didn't ask her what she was thinking just now, because the ambiguous smile on her face had already given him the answer. He often saw a similar smile on Su Fu's face, so he could guess it even with his eyes closed.

The two sat cross-legged on the carpet, and there were two bowls of noodles on the coffee table, one big and the other bigger.

Just as Feng Beiting wanted to sigh in his heart that his family Mianmian was gentle and considerate, she saw that she put the bigger bowl on her side.

Feng Beiting: "..."

He just seemed to be self-indulgent.

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　　ps: Two little fairies said that Feng Sishao’s article is like another big article (it’s inevitable that there are small bars who say that Daqi touches porcelain to rub the heat, so I won’t write the title of the book here)
　　It is inevitable that the little fairies who have just entered the pit have misunderstood, so Daqi decided to explain it off-topic (in order to have the right to speak, Daqi deliberately read the first few chapters)
　　1. Mianmian also has a hand fetish, but Xiao Konai, who has been chasing big stories, knows that Mianmian and Feng Sishao are not created recently, they have appeared as supporting roles in "Ms. , where she was a hand fetish, and Feng Si Shao was a delusional snake maniac there, but at that time, he didn't clearly point out what Feng Si Shao's mental illness was, so as to leave some suspense when he officially opened the article.

　　2. Fourth Young Master Feng also has some psychological problems, but he is delusional.

　　3. Fourth Young Master Feng deliberately got close to Mianmian. This was because of his paranoia. Because it involved spoilers, Daqi didn't say much.

　　To sum up-

　　If the little fairies have an exaggerated writing style similar to that big one, then Daqi will be very happy, because his writing is so good O(∩_∩)O haha~ But if it is about the plot and setting, I hope The little fairies who have just entered the pit try to look back as much as possible. Daqi is a hard-working code party, not a porter of other people's words. Although his personality is a bit wretched O(∩_∩)O haha~ but professional ethics There are still drops~ Don't worry, don't worry~
　　PS: From now on, post at ten o'clock every morning, so it's decided~
　　
　
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