Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 43 So Are You Coveting Me?

The scream was choked in his throat and did not come out, Jiang Yimian opened his eyes suddenly, breaking out in a cold sweat.

The hand resting on his heart unconsciously clenched the blanket on his body, his fingertips turned slightly white.

Looking at the strange ceiling in front of her, she raised her hand and pinched her face, trying to judge whether she was dreaming through the pain.

"Wake up." Feng Beiting's voice sounded above his head.

Jiang Yimian sat up abruptly.

Seeing her blank expression of "who am I", "where am I", and "what am I doing", Feng Beiting couldn't help but bend his lips, his smile was beautiful and kind, almost made Jiang Yimian forget that he was at this moment situation.

she just...

It seems to be dreaming.

But she couldn't remember exactly what she dreamed about, but the feeling of fear was very shocking, even if she woke up now, she still felt lingering fear.

Her heartbeat was much faster than usual, which made her a little uneasy.

"You don't look very well, did you have a nightmare?" Feng Beiting put down his breakfast and walked over, sizing her up with bright eyes.

"...Why am I at your house?"

"You won't sleep and lose your memory, will you?" He teased her, but still pressed the back of his hand to her forehead worriedly, "It's not hot."

"I mean, why did I fall asleep again?" After saying the word "again", Jiang Yimian's eyes subconsciously searched the living room, and saw the aromatherapy on the piano without any surprise. Well, the smile was full of helplessness, "Is this aromatherapy or sleeping pills?"

"To be honest, I thought I had bought a fake product before you fell asleep at my house."

After a pause, he continued, "Maybe my sofa is so magical. I was going to wake you up, but you seemed to be sleeping heavily. You hugged the pillow and refused to let go. You took off your shoes and climbed up to sleep. .”

"..."

Jiang Yimian hugged her head.

She refused to admit that it was her sleeping dead.

After being silent for a while, Miss Jiang realized something was wrong.

He just threw her on his sofa to sleep all night?

Under normal circumstances, the bedroom should be released...

Jiang Yimian's very round and mischievous eyes kept looking at Feng Beiting, making him gradually realize the problem.

"I'll carry you to my bedroom to sleep, are you sure you won't feel embarrassed when you wake up this morning?"

Jiang Yimian: "..."

He doesn't think she's embarrassed now, does he?
But he was also right.

Although he is familiar with him, but the princess hugs or whatever, she is incapable of accepting it.

The rain outside the window was still falling, but it was much lighter than last night. The sky was still gloomy, and it was so oppressive that it was difficult to breathe.

Thankfully, the call came.

Looking at the bright lights in the living room of Feng Beiting's house, Jiang Yimian smiled like a silly girl who was the first in the village to get electricity.

"Leave after breakfast?" Although it was a question, Feng Beiting had already prepared breakfast for two.

"Eh..." Jiang Yimian hesitated.

She has to go home and wash up.

Just about to say that she would come over to eat later, Feng Beiting said lightly, "I have disposable toiletries at home."

"... Oh." I feel that the service is as considerate as that of a hotel.

When going to the bathroom to wash up, Jiang Yimian subconsciously looked at the closed door of the study room. In her impression, she had never seen this door open the few times she came to Feng Beiting's house.

Passing by the door of the study room, an inexplicable feeling rose up in my heart.

She seemed to be dreaming about the door.

But she couldn't remember what was behind this door and what happened afterwards.

This is a common phenomenon, so Jiang Yimian didn't pay much attention to it.

Standing by the dining table, Feng Beiting saw her walking through the study slow down significantly, he smiled faintly, his lips barely moving.

After Jiang Yimian came out of the shower, she brushed her hair while walking outside. Seeing that Feng Beiting had already set the table and chopsticks, she thought about it and asked, "Feng Beiting, why don't you fall in love when you are so virtuous?"

"Xianhui... must be in love..." These two points seem to have nothing to do with each other.

"You are rich and handsome, so many girls should covet you."

"Then do you covet me?"

"..."

Ah, being turned against the general.

Pulling out his chair and sitting down, Jiang Yimian picked up a sandwich with bacon, vegetables, salad dressing, and ham slices, and put it in his mouth. Compared with Feng Beiting's bread slices that were only spread with some jam, it was no richer.

She took a big bite, her mouth was stuffed, and she muttered indistinctly, "I don't count, I'm your younger brother."

Feng Beiting: "..."

This thread is not over yet.

Seeing that he was silenced by himself, Jiang Yimian smiled mischievously, like a brat who succeeded in pranking.

After dinner, Jiang Yimian went back to her home.

Her phone hadn't been charged all night, and it had already turned off automatically.

After turning it on, I found that there were several missed calls and a few messages, which were sent by her second brother Jiang Yan.

[Why can't I get through the phone? 】

[Brother and sister-in-law are going to Los Angeles. I sent you the flight information. Remember to pick them up at the airport. 】

[Call me back immediately when you see it! 】

Jiang Yimian felt that the exclamation point perfectly expressed her second brother's inner anxiety and worry.

When the call was made back, Jiang Miao got through quickly, and briefly explained the situation here, Jiang Miao sighed, "I still..."

"Ok?"

Before Jiang Yan finished speaking, the doorbell of Jiang Yimian's house suddenly rang.

Outside the door, Liang Qiu's uninjured hand leaned on his knee, panting so hard that even Jiang Yimian felt chest tightness and shortness of breath through the door.

"Second brother, I won't talk to you for now, I'll contact you after my elder brother and sister-in-law." Jiang Yimian's tone was a little anxious, she felt that her master had to be rescued.

After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone in a hurry.

Pushing open the door, Liang Qiu's "huchi" and "huchi" panting sounds became more clearly heard.

"Master! Why are you here?!" Jiang Yimian helped him into the room.

"First... let me breathe for a while..."

Liang Qiu waved his hand, wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, his fingertips were trembling.

16th floor.

Not to mention that he is old, even if he is strong and able to climb up with this body of flesh, he will be exhausted to death.

Collapsing on the sofa at Jiang Yimian's house, Liang Qiu only had the strength to breathe.

Jiang Yimian poured water for him, stroked his heart to help him breathe, for fear that he would die on the spot if he couldn't breathe.

"You came up the stairs?"

Liang Qiu gouged her out with resentful eyes.

"Master, you have worked hard." Jiang Yimian poured honey into her throat and said, pinching Liang Qiu's shoulders and back with a guilty conscience, "Did my second brother ask you to come here?"

Liang Qiu nodded, the softest piece of flesh on his chin trembled slightly.

Jiang Yimian resisted the urge to pinch, scratched his shoulders with her little paws like a cat, and said tentatively, "Master, my elder brother and my sister-in-law brought their little Jiang Jiang to Los Angeles, I'm about to Go to the airport to pick them up, do you see if you are resting at my house or I will take you back to the hotel on the way..."

Liang Qiu looked at her and almost vomited blood.

What do you mean?
He just climbed up, so he has to climb down, right? !

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　　ps: This is not a drill!This is not a drill!Cough, I'm sorry to stray, this is not a dream!This is not a dream!As for why Mianmian forgot, I will not say O(∩_∩)O haha~
　　Again ps: the recommendation ticket has exceeded 900, if it exceeds 24 before [-]:[-] today, Daqi will post two chapters tomorrow~
　　


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