Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 50 No, you have to like me
The fingertips caressing Jiang Yimian's cheeks felt wet.

The man was slightly startled.

she cried? !

Jiang Yimian didn't know that she was crying, she didn't want to cry at all, because she was afraid that crying would stimulate this pervert.

It's just that she didn't expect that she overestimated her courage, and she shed tears by herself.

"Why are you crying?" The man wiped away her tears, with a hint of confusion in his tone.

"What are you trying to do by kidnapping me?"

"Kidnapping?!" The man's voice sank a bit, as if he didn't like the word very much, "Mianmian, you haven't been home for a long time, I can only bring you back in this way."

Jiang Yimian was even more confused.

go home? !
What kind of house did this come from?

The man hugged her, his chin resting on the top of her loose hair, his hands lightly wrapped around her waist, but cleverly prevented her from breaking free, "I played outside for too long this time, don't do this in the future, remember Are you staying?"

"You..." Jiang Yimian wanted to ask him if he had admitted the wrong person.

He swears every word he said, but she can understand none of it.

His words were as far-fetched as his actions.

Eyelashes trembled, Jiang Yimian still asked him unwillingly, "You don't intend to let me go, do you?"

"Let's go?!" He seemed to have heard some joke, and he looked incredible, "This is our home, where do you want to go?"

Paused, before Jiang Yimian could answer, he continued on his own, "Are you looking for that person?"

Jiang Yimian was stunned.

Who?
What is he saying?
Knowing that it would be no good for her to provoke him, she just wanted to follow his words and promise not to go to the legendary "that person", but the person in front of her suddenly went crazy and grabbed her wrist with a "bang" Pressing on the door panel, the voice was full of anger, and the storm was about to come, "You'd better hide your love for him so that I don't find out! Otherwise, I will definitely kill him!"

"...Who?" She was testing him.

She wanted to know if he was mentally ill and he took it for granted, or if he really knew her to a certain extent.

This question was answered when the man threw out the word "Lin Sinan" in a low tone.

Jiang Yimian held his breath for an instant, looking into the darkness with fear in his eyes.

He really knows!
"What? Worried about him?" His tone was sour, cold and hard.

"No..." Jiang Yimian shook her head out of conscience, she held her breath, her voice became weaker, "I think you may have misunderstood, I don't like him."

"is it?"

The man obviously didn't believe it, but his tone was a little more relaxed.

She nodded hastily.

Even a nodding lie is a lie, and it's easy to fool people.

Seeing that this method is effective, Jiang Yimian said again, "I'm telling the truth, I don't have anyone I like."

Who knows-

These words stepped on thunder again.

She sensitively felt the air cool down, and the man's hand around her waist tightened again, "No! You have to like me!"

"Ah... I didn't finish talking just now..." She rounded up her words in time, "You are an exception."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Seeing that the other party's mood gradually stabilized, Jiang Yimian took another dose of strong medicine, "I never lie."

Only occasionally lie.

The man smiled, kind of contented.

If Jiang Yimian still had the idea of ​​"this person has a brain hole" and "probably a psychopath" before, then after this conversation, she became more certain.

After confirming, there is a deeper fear.

Whether it was three years ago or now, she was not his random target, but a well-designed kidnapping candidate.

He knew that she loved everything related to cherries, the size of her clothes and shoes, and that she liked Lin Sinan...

What is there that he doesn't know?
When Jiang Yimian was in a daze, she was suddenly hugged by someone, the feeling of her body flying into the air made her uneasy, but she did not hug the person who hugged her, but stubbornly folded her arms, obviously not wanting to have any physical contact with him.

Men feel it too.

For her body trembled like a leaf in the wind.

The surrounding air pressure suddenly dropped, and Jiang Yimian noticed that his steps were a little faster, as if he was not very happy and wanted to throw her on the bed.

But later, for some unknown reason, he didn't throw it away, and took a deep breath and gently put her on the bed.

He also lay down on it himself, and reached out to grab Jiang Yimian, who had been avoiding far away, back into his arms. The two of them stuck together like spoons, as intimate as a couple in love.

It's just that the two hearts are far apart...

It is not impossible for a man and a woman to hug each other and lie on the bed for pure chatting, but Jiang Yimian feels that the situation she is facing is rather special, so the possibility is zero.

The person who kidnapped him obviously has a great interest in her. Even if he does not act now, after a few minutes, he may experience the following conditions: increased blood pressure, faster heartbeat, deeper breathing, higher skin temperature, and dilated pupils , this phenomenon is commonly referred to as excitement.

The muscles in his legs, arms, hands, neck, and lower abdomen will become tighter, and the muscles in the pelvic area will contract involuntarily or even spasm.

At that time, it was impossible for her to retreat unscathed.

then--

Jiang Yimian decided to take a risk before losing his life.

"I'm hungry." She said tentatively, not sure that the other party would take her feelings seriously.

"What to eat?"

She was overjoyed, and spoke faster, "Seasoned melon seed chiffon cake."

She is allergic to melon seeds, and after eating, small red bumps will appear on her body, most of which will appear on her face, which will be itchy, and then her throat will also start to itch, and it will gradually become difficult to breathe.

It was dangerous, but she had to try.

She always felt that he would not let her suffocate to death.

Having such a sense of trust in a kidnapper, Jiang Yimian once felt that she was crazy, but in the current situation, she seemed to have no other way to go except to continue to go crazy.

It's just that she didn't expect that her only way was blocked by men.

The warm fingertips climbed up to her earlobe, and he gently kneaded it. He obviously paused when he heard her say that she wanted to eat melon seed chiffon cake.

"No." His lips were pressed against the back of her neck, his words of refusal could not be refuted, but his tone was gentle and gentle.

"……why?!"

"You will be allergic to melon seeds." As he said, he suddenly bit her neck viciously, causing Jiang Yimian to "hiss" in pain.

He continued in a soft and even slightly sinister tone, "Mianmian, don't be clever."

"..."

The trick was seen through, Jiang Yimian was very disturbed.

She was shocked that the other party understood her to such an extent, and was also afraid that her behavior would anger him.

She bit the first joint of her index finger, resisting the urge to break free from his embrace.

Don't piss him off anymore...

No!

"It's already night, it's not easy to digest if you eat something else, how about some seafood porridge?"

"...Mmm." Jiang Yimian was a little surprised.

She was even prepared for him to do something to vent his anger, but she didn't expect that not only did he not act, but he actually planned to get her something to eat.

She was wondering if she would have a chance to see his face when he went out later.

This fantasy was completely shattered when he saw the same dark corridor after the door opened.

The man's sight didn't seem to be affected by the darkness, he walked out with steady steps, Jiang Yimian didn't hear the door closing.

A few seconds later, a faint light came on in the hallway.

Then, one after another.

The light in Jiang Yimian's room was turned on last, and there was already a buffer in front, so she didn't feel that the light was too glaring.

Blinking her eyes, she finally saw the furnishings in the house clearly.

A bed, a chair, and nothing else.

As she judged, there were no windows in this room.

It was only when she was walking out that Jiang Yimian noticed that the home clothes she was wearing were tender pink, and so were the shoes, with two small red cherries embroidered on them, as if they were tailor-made for her.

At the end of the corridor was a staircase, which once again confirmed her guess that this was the basement.

Walking along the bright corridor, Jiang Yimian glanced at the paintings hanging on both sides, most of them were oil paintings, which reminded her inexplicably of the "Picture of Knights" in Feng Beiting's home.Even a layman like her knew which famous masters were responsible for some of the paintings, but she didn't know whether they were genuine or fakes hanging here.

Going up the stairs, the first thing she saw were the maids waiting on both sides.

There are both east and west, and the average age is around 25, just like an otaku harem.

"Hello, Ms. Jiang." All the ladies smiled and bowed at 45 degrees to say hello. Their movements were uniform and well-trained, like robots.

Especially the "Hello Miss Jiang" reminded Jiang Yimian of Prison Temple.

But that didn't matter, what mattered was that she could see the gun holsters on their thighs that had moved up from their skirts when they bent over.

black and white.

The white ones are legs, the black ones are guns, both are dangerous.

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　　ps: The next chapter will explain delusional disorder in detail, focus on it!Paranoia!
　　
　
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