Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 5 A Little Frog Is Missing
Hearing the sound of the elevator, he raised his eyes subconsciously, his eyes were slightly bright, and his tone was slightly surprised, "You just came back?!"

"...En." Jiang Yimian nodded in a daze, looking at him with doubts, "Why are you standing outside?"

Feng Beiting bowed his head, gently resting his forehead with jade-like hands, with a helpless smile on his lips, "I was in a hurry to go out just now, and I forgot to bring my keys."

"Oh……"

Taking the key to open the door, Jiang Yimian hesitated a little.

He just cooked dinner for her before, so she was embarrassed to let him come in and wait?
Turning her eyes, Miss Jiang turned around with a smile, "Do you want to go in and wait?"

"Thank you." Feng Beiting shook his head, "I sent someone to bring the key over, and it should be here soon."

"Good night then." She didn't really want to invite him home, she wasn't so defenseless in the middle of the night, alone and widowed.

The interaction between the two of them was a bit frequent today, so she wanted to test each other's attitude.

Fortunately, she was thinking too much.

There was the slightest hint of a smile on his face, but it didn't look like he had a crush on her or an attempt.

Feng Beiting didn't seem to know the complicated thoughts in her heart, and smiled softly, "Good night."

Nodding slightly, Jiang Yimian's figure disappeared at the door.

The door closed softly but firmly.

Feng Beiting was still smiling, and there was some calculation in his smile. He looked at the ground obliquely in front of him with slightly lowered eyes, and tapped his arm with his fingertips, one after another, as if he was counting the time.

After a few minutes--

Jiang Yimian suddenly opened the door all wet.

He raised his eyes, and applied layer after layer of honey back to his face, the surprise and doubt in his expression were well disguised, and his tone was concerned but not intimate, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yimian flicked her hair that was still dripping, her brows were frowning, "The water pipe suddenly burst."

She gritted her teeth when she answered.

After tossing and tossing for so long before going home, she just wants to take a comfortable bath, have some food, and then lie on the bed and sleep to death.

Unexpectedly, the water pipe broke suddenly, splashing water all over her body.

She wanted to call someone from the management office to come over and take a look, but the line was always busy when she called, so she was going to go down to find someone.

Even standing outside the door, Feng Beiting could still hear the sound of water splashing in the room.

"Do you have a toolbox at home?" he asked.

"Have."

"Let me help you take a look first, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a little brother in a suit and tie coming out of the elevator.Tall and thin, with a simple cropped cut and a baby face, it's hard to tell how old he is.

He walked up to Feng Beiting and handed him the key, "Boss."

"Go and call the people from the management office to come up, the water pipe has burst." Feng Beiting took the key and put it on the shoe cabinet of Jiang Yimian's house, and walked into the bathroom while talking.

"Ok."

Prison Temple nodded expressionlessly, turned around like a robot and walked into the elevator.

Jiang Yimian was slightly taken aback, "Eh...Actually, I just go down and find someone myself..."

She followed Feng Beiting into the bathroom like a little tail.

"Are you so relieved that I'm alone at your house?" Feng Beiting rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, and the crystal buttons on the cuffs were shining, "Aren't you afraid that I will take advantage of you?"

Looking at the crystal buttons on his shirt, Jiang Yimian's eyes flashed with shrewd and smart light, she smiled, "I don't think there's anything here that will catch your eye."

"That's not necessarily..." He looked at the figure reflected in the bathroom glass and sighed.

"Huh?" His voice was too low, Jiang Yimian couldn't hear it clearly.

"It's nothing."

He lowered his eyes and didn't continue the topic just now.

After blocking the water outlet with a towel, Feng Beiting silently took the toolbox from Jiang Yimian, and took out a roll of tape with his beautiful hands, which caught Jiang Yimian's attention.

really……

People with long and good-looking hands are pleasing to the eye in everything they do.

When the people from the management office came, Feng Beiting was wrapping up the leaking area with fiberglass tape, round and round, very neatly.

"I'm sorry, Miss Jiang, to cause you so much trouble." A blond man in his thirties came, smiling, with a good attitude, "We have already notified the maintenance man, he is on his way, please You wait a moment."

"……it is good."

"I won't spray water out for the time being, and let him deal with it when the maintenance man comes." Feng Beiting slowly got up, and there were a lot of water stains on his white shirt.

"Thank you."

Jiang Yimian took out some tissues and handed them to him to wipe his hands.

"You're welcome." He took it with his left hand and wiped off the water slowly, every movement was as beautiful as a painting.

When leaving, Feng Beiting saw a small paper boat, two small frogs, and three small pig's trotters on the shoe cabinet.

He watched, his bony fingers gently sliding along the edge of the crease, until he heard footsteps coming from the bathroom door and Jiang Yimian talking to the administrator, he suddenly withdrew his hand.

Probably Jiang Yimian's attitude was so good that the administrator excitedly shook her hand and thanked her.

Feng Beiting turned his eyes sideways, and his eyes fell on the hands that they were clasping. His eyes were far away, even more elusive than the color of water.

Those beautiful pupils narrowed slightly, and a black storm formed in his eyes. He was still smiling, and he was still so good-looking, but there was a chill at the end of his eyes.

"Feng Beiting." Jiang Yimian ran towards him stepping on her slippers.

He turned around, with a flash of cold light at the end of his eyes, but when facing her, he looked soft, gentle and harmless.

"Ok?"

"Thank you very much today, and I must thank you well another day."

As her words sounded, her stomach suddenly groaned.

The room was quiet, except for the rhythmic dripping of water in the bathroom, so everyone could hear her stomach rumbling.

Her cheeks bulged, and Miss Jiang's face was darkened.

"Have you eaten yet?" Feng Beiting's voice was very soft, as gentle as the night outside the window.

"……Um."

"May I warm up the curry rice for you?"

"No, no..." Jiang Yimian waved her hands again and again, and when she refused, her stomach groaned again inappropriately.

Feng Beiting lowered his head to cover his slightly raised lips, but there was a hint of a smile in his voice, "I'll bring it to you later."

He immediately returned to his home, but did not close the door, and even told her, "Don't close the door."

"Oh……"

Jiang Yimian subconsciously nodded obediently.

After a moment of silence, she realized belatedly that he was probably worried about being alone in the room with a big man.

Sure enough, he is a very gentle person...

Back in the room, Miss Jiang took two steps and then went back to the shoe cabinet, staring at the rows of paper trinkets on it.

Strange, why is there a little frog missing?

When the maintenance man came, Miss Jiang was squatting on the ground looking for her little frog.

After being interrupted, she forgot about it.

After the water pipe was repaired, the administrator and the maintenance worker left together. Jiang Yimian politely sent them to the door, and unexpectedly heard the sound of cooking at the opposite door.

In Ms. Jiang's perception, the "heat up" that Feng Beiting said should mean putting the leftovers in the microwave and "ding" them.

But looking at this posture, it seems that she misunderstood.

After hesitating for a while, Jiang Yimian went to the opposite side and knocked on the door, but the sound of the kitchen exhaust hood was loud, covering the knocking sound.

Taking a step forward, she suddenly heard the door closing with a "bang" behind her.

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　　ps: Off-topic questionnaire survey

　　Name: Feng Beiting
　　Age: 28
　　Sex: Male
　　Attribute: idiot
　　Hobbies: Jiang Yimian
　　Craziest thing I've ever done: Everything I've ever done as a certified moron

　　Daqi: ...

　　Not ashamed, but proud representative

　　
　
(End of this chapter)