Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 6 Set foot in his home

Suddenly, he froze in place.

The range hood in the house also stopped working at this time, Feng Beiting just heard the sound, walked out suspiciously, and accidentally saw the closed door on the opposite side and Jiang Yimian standing in the petrifaction at the door of his house.

He guessed that she followed in his footsteps.

The situation of the two is similar, but the cause is different.

He was too hasty to take the key when he went out, and Jiang Yimian habitually closed the door with his hand.

So, she can't get in now.

Feng Beiting looked her up and down, his eyes were peaceful and wouldn't make people feel uncomfortable.

The wet clothes on her body have not been changed yet, every step she takes is a watermark, her hair is still dripping water, and the little balls on her head that were originally "vigorous" have wilted now, drooping down like eggplants beaten by frost , looks as messed up as you want, a bit like a homeless puppy.

After thinking about it, he rejected the metaphor in his heart.

She is more like a rabbit.

It seems innocent and harmless, but in fact it will bite people in a hurry.

"Do you have a spare key with your friend? You can call them to bring it over." Feng Beiting proposed plan one.

Miss Jiang shook her head helplessly.

"Then go to a nearby hotel to stay for one night, and think of a solution tomorrow?" Option two.

"...I didn't bring my mobile phone or wallet." Jiang Yimian gritted her teeth secretly, and knocked herself on the head with her hand gently.

Pig brains!
"I'll bring it to you first."

Feng Beiting left to get the money, but stopped suddenly, "I have brand new clothes here, do you want to make do with it first, because it's easy to catch a cold."

He said, pointing to her wet clothes.

Following his line of sight and looking down, Jiang Yimian felt that she must be possessed by the God of Decline tonight.

"Come in first." Feng Beiting turned sideways and let her step into his house.

"……excuse me."

Jiang Yimian's voice was lifeless and listless.

Still standing outside the door, she took off her shoes.

Feng Beiting stopped, "It's okay, just wear it."

"Farewell..." Her shoes were full of water, worried that it would stain the floor of his house.

"I don't have extra slippers at home."

"..."

Jiang Yimian wanted to say, big brother, you don't have guests at home, do you?

In the end, Miss Jiang took off her shoes and walked into Feng Beiting's house step by step.

How to describe it...

It's not the same as she imagined.

She thought that a man as beautiful and eye-catching as him must have something different, such as the black and white decoration style, cold and mysterious.

Actually not.

The warm yellow light clearly outlines the outline of everything in the house, and the floor is covered with an old-fashioned Persian rug in soft tones, which looks extra warm.

It feels very homely, and it doesn't match his gorgeous appearance.

It seems that a person with such a face should be uncomfortable in the room, but in fact, he is a strong... man with a chastity archway.

It's comfortable and she loves it.

A grand piano was placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with the lid closed. At one corner of the piano was a very delicate vase, pressed on a rose-red velvet cushion, with a white rose in full bloom inside.

Smelling the faint scent of roses in the air, Jiang Yimian was a little dazed.

I didn't expect him to like white roses too...

The place where the roses are blooming is a bookshelf on the entire wall. There are many ornaments in the grid, and one of them caught Jiang Yimian's attention.It was a small statue, a complete and smooth arc, with a shallow concave in the middle and raised ends at both ends, so it was hard to tell what it was.

Feng Beiting came over and saw her staring at the gadget in a daze, so he said, "Astar Dale's "Spirit of Dawn."

"……Oh."

She didn't understand what he was talking about, and she looked at the sculpture like an ass.

However, this obviously cannot be said.

Feng Beiting handed her a set of light gray home clothes and a pure white towel, "Go and change."

"Thank you."

It is inappropriate to wear the clothes of an unfamiliar man, but Jiang Yimian chose "inappropriate" compared to a cold, fever and runny nose.

After changing her clothes and coming out, she saw a smile in Feng Beiting's eyes.

Well, it's really big and a little funny.

A gray T-shirt, which looked like a nightgown on her, and a pair of pants that looked like a face bag underneath, she felt that her eyes were hot when she looked at it in the mirror.

"Just sell this dress to me, and I'll transfer the money to you later." It always feels weird to return the clothes I've worn.

Moreover, she felt that he might not want any more.

Feng Beiting smiled, his eyebrows darkened, "Put it on."

After saying that, he handed her the money.

"...Thank you." Jiang Yimian was a little embarrassed, she found that she hadn't done anything else that night, so she just thanked him.

The strong smell of rice from the kitchen wafted out, causing her stomach to rebel again, clamoring for satisfaction.

So fragrant.

Hearing her stomach growling, Feng Beiting held back his smile and proposed the third option, "Otherwise, you will pad your stomach first, and I will help you contact the master who unlocked it during this time?"

In fact, this is the most perfect solution.

But Feng Beiting didn't mention it before.

Jiang Yimian guessed, it's not that he didn't think of it, but because the two of them didn't know each other that well, he invited her over rashly to avoid arousing her resentment, so he didn't say anything.As soon as she came out after changing her clothes, she noticed that he had not closed the door, but kept it open, as if he wanted to give her a sense of security.

tsk...

The more I think about it, the more I feel that he is very gentle.

"Will it disturb your rest?" After all, it was early morning.

"No." He shook his head, went to the table and helped her pull out the chair, "Let's eat first, I'll make a phone call."

"Thank you."

The curry rice is freshly made, with a tangy aroma that strongly stimulates Jiang Yimian's taste buds.

When passing by Feng Beiting's side, Jiang Yimian noticed that he was still wearing a shirt that had just been splashed with water. It could be seen that he was busy cooking for her when he came back and didn't have time to change it. The gratitude and apology in his heart became stronger, "You Hurry up and change out of your wet clothes, beware of catching a cold."

"Ah."

Feng Beiting nodded, turned and walked to the bedroom.

When sitting down to eat, Jiang Yimian's eyes were attracted by a row of Rubik's cubes placed on the TV cabinet.

From the simplest third level to the later more and more complex ten levels, they are arranged in order from small to large, like military training, colorful and very beautiful.

But the one at the end of the line is very big, she thinks there are at least [-] steps, but as a senior Rubik's Cube enthusiast, she remembers that the official one is only [-] steps, how come he has so many?
and--

There is a letter "M" on the center block of each face of each Rubik's Cube. I don't know which company's logo or design it is.

"I've already contacted the master who unlocked the lock, and I'll be there in about half an hour." Feng Beiting came out of the bedroom with his mobile phone in his hand. He had already changed into a dark blue long-sleeved T-shirt with a V-neck, revealing his perfect shape. collarbone and gleaming chains around his neck.

"Thanks……"

Before the second "thank you" could be said, Feng Beiting interrupted him softly, "You have already said thank you to me seven times today."

"Have you?" How did he remember it so clearly?
"Yes." Feng Beiting nodded seriously, "Actually, you don't need to be so polite, you helped me before."

"Uh-huh."

She agreed with a smile, sending a large spoonful of rice to her mouth.

Miss Jiang thought to herself, she is polite, she is polite, because she has no other good qualities, only politeness...

(End of this chapter)