Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 63
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Jiang Yimian smirked and applauded, "Young bones are amazing."

"Would you like to try it?" Feng Beiting handed her a cherry.

"Hey... I'll forget it..." Jiang Yimian waved his hand and refused very self-consciously, "I can't fix my tongue cramp."

Turning around to get the ingredients from the refrigerator, she couldn't help teasing, "You said you don't even have a girlfriend, why practice this stunt, massage your own teeth if you're okay?"

Before Feng Beiting could react, Jiang Yimian froze.

what……

Driving invisible is the deadliest.

She spit it out because she was very familiar with Feng Beiting, but they didn't seem to be close enough to talk about nasty jokes, so she was a little bit smart at the moment.

I prayed silently in my heart, hoping that the voice on the TV would overshadow her words.

pity--

Mr. Feng has excellent hearing.

He heard clearly.

"There will always be," he replied.

Jiang Yimian's back stiffened, and he chose to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Da da da--

She used the sound of chopping vegetables to cover up the fact that she pretended not to hear him.

Because of avoiding, she didn't realize that Feng Beiting was looking at her when he said the last sentence.

His gaze was fixed on her.

Later, Mr. Feng proved with his actual actions that he was not only a strange skeleton, but also a strange brain circuit.

Knotting cherry stems with his tongue is just his trial, what he really wants to try is actually...

His eyes turned around Jiang Yimian a few times like infrared rays, and the smile in Feng Beiting's eyes suddenly rippled.

*
After lunch, everyone went back to their respective homes.

Jiang Yimian sat cross-legged on the carpet, and took out the notebook under the coffee table.

【June 2017, 7; weather: sunny】

[Self-harm case: >_<]

She didn't write anything, just drew a "sad" expression behind the case.

Regarding Yin Ni's case, Jiang Yimian couldn't say what she felt in her heart.

It is embarrassing for such a young and fresh life to suddenly fall, but as a commercial spy, she specializes in stealing commercial secrets. From the perspective of Feng Beiting's friend, Jiang Yimian cannot pity her.

So, she didn't write anything.

When she closed the notebook and put it back under the coffee table, she felt heavy in her hands.

That's the weight of life...

*
After six o'clock in the afternoon, it was time for dinner.

Jiang Yimian knocked on the door of Feng Beiting's house.

Unfortunately, as soon as he entered the door, he received a call from Liang Qiu.

"Master?"

"Xiao Mian, are you in Dr. Colby's hospital?" Liang Qiu's background was very noisy.

"not here."

"Isn't it an operation..."

"Master, what's the matter?" Is there anything she can't help and has to ask Dr. Colby to solve it?
"It's nothing."

Hearing that Liang Qiu was going to hang up the phone, Jiang Yimian hurriedly stopped her, "No! Master, you must have something to do, tell me quickly!"

"Eh..."

"If you say half of it, you will be anxious to death! I promise not to cause trouble for you!"

Probably because he didn't want her to worry, Liang Qiu was silent for a while before he said, "I bought a message on the black market here, saying that there is a person named Riemann in the red light district of San Gabriel, and she seems to have contacted Xiaoxi , I can't go back now, so I want Colby to help me check it out."

You can't bother the police when you go to that kind of place.

The information that the police inquired would only be the information that the other party allowed them to inquire about, but Liang Qiu wanted to know more than that.

"You can forget it after listening, you are not allowed to make decisions on your own."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Liang Qiu seemed to be busy with something, so he hung up the phone in a hurry.

Jiang Yimian looked at the screen of the phone that was gradually dimming, and the highlights on the eyeballs also faintly disappeared.

Seeing her standing still, he wondered, "What's wrong?"

"Sorry, I have to go out for something."

"Where?"

"San Gabriel." The main gathering place of Chinese in Los Angeles.

Master and apprentice are like father and daughter, Jiang Yimian thought, she has to help her "old father".

Although he said that she was not allowed to go, even though she promised him that she would definitely not go, she always had excellent grades in the subject of disobeying orders.

Feng Beiting didn't ask why she was going to San Gabriel, but just put on a coat and prepared to go with her.

"Hey..." Jiang Yimian stopped him, "You should rest at home."

"I go with you."

"Need not."

Feng Beiting didn't say anything, took his phone and keys and went out.

Jiang Yimian grabbed his arm and wanted to pull him back, but was worried that it would hurt his wound, and finally the two of them went out of the house together.

On the way to San Gabriel, Jiang Yimian did not forget to tell Feng Beiting, "I'll go to some bars over there later, just sit in the car and wait for me."

"I'll accompany you in."

"Need not."

Then Feng Beiting stopped talking.

Then Miss Jiang knew that she was wasting her saliva again.

Although history will not repeat itself, it will be surprisingly similar.

Sure enough, after arriving in San Gabriel, Feng Beiting followed her out of the car without saying a word.

The noise of urban traffic became weaker strangely and quickly. Here, they only heard the sound of advertisements in various stores and the commotion of people coming and going.

The slightly sunken ground at the edge of the road turned into a small sump, and a pool of stagnant water with oil stains shone iridescent in the sun.

This place is close to the sea, and you can smell the sea, but you can't see the water.

There are Chinese restaurants and massage shops everywhere, as well as antique shops that often appear in movies, and windows decorated with lace and filled with ancient pewter.

The street where Jiang Yimian parked his car is the famous red light district there, the streets are flashing with neon lights, and the smell of wine is faint.

This is a place that exists only for people to spend their money.

Here, anything can happen, except serious business.

Some people want to drown some secrets with alcohol, some people want to drunk some women with alcohol, they blend into the corrupt background, that is their protective color.

In the dimly lit place, several couples of men and women walked over, and when Jiang Yimian took the fifth step, they gnawed on each other's faces.

She thought, they should not be a couple.

But doing things that only couples would do.

Because of the effect of alcohol.

This stuff is like love, the first kiss is magic, the second is intimacy, the third is routine, and then the man is about to undress the girl.

That's highly stimulating stuff, but also an impure emotion.

Sex is essential, and it doesn't have to be obnoxious all the time.

You have to run it carefully though, making sex look glamorous is a multi-billion dollar business worth every penny.

Stepping on his own shadow and walking forward, Jiang Yimian put his hands behind his back and said to Feng Beiting in a low voice, "Actually, I don't let you follow, not only because I'm worried about your injuries."

"Is there any other reason?" Feng Beiting looked at the shadows of the two next to each other on the ground, his eyes softened.

His figure had already engulfed part of her.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on to this rich and luxurious life." The young lady here is not the one who built it. If she accidentally makes him angry, what will she do then?

Don't let him indulge, it seems that she is too unreasonable; but if you let him indulge, it will make her seem to come to take him to the brothel specially.

Ugh……

It's a little difficult.

After understanding what Jiang Yimian meant, Feng Beiting stopped abruptly.

"Huh?" She also stopped.

He looked down at her with a serious face, the rare smile on his lips was gone, and he was a little serious.

"Jiang Yimian."

"what?"

"I'm not a person for sex."

"But I am."

"..."

Does this mean that he is not good-looking enough?
Why don't you contact a doctor to fine-tune it?
"Oh, I was kidding you."

"But I'm serious." He won't be interested in sex, and he won't allow others to have sex with him. If people other than her like him, he will help her and kill her.

With her lips pursed slightly, Jiang Yimian glanced at him helplessly, "You are so good-looking yourself, of course you won't be interested in sex again."

What a beautiful girl it must be to make his eyes shine!
She couldn't imagine that scene.

"Am I good-looking?" Feng Beiting seemed to have no concept of his own "beauty".

"En." Jiang Yimian nodded vigorously.

She was embarrassed to say that the first time she saw him, she thought of the word "beauty and murder".

Among all the people she knew, she felt that only he could afford these four words.

Feng Beiting's beauty was impeccable, both skin and bone.

With Jiang Yimian's affirmation, Feng Beiting frowned slightly, looking puzzled, "If that's the case, why didn't I see you have feelings for me?"

Jiang Yimian: "..."

Brother, I said it was a joke, so don't be so serious.

　*
　　【small theater】

　　Fourth Young Master Feng: Mianmian, how can you be interested in me?

　　Mianmian: Hmm... tie two cherries on your body...

　　Fourth Young Master Feng: What does that have to do with "color"?
　　Mianmian: You tie your chest.

　　Fourth Young Master Feng: ...

　　Daqi: ...

　　Feng Simi, your wife is poisonous (￢_￢)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)