Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 78
quiet--

As Feng Beiting's voice fell, the corridor became silent.

After a long period of silence, the voice-activated lights in the corridor were all turned off.

At the last moment before the lights went out, what Feng Beiting saw was Jiang Yimian's unbelievable face.

With just one expression, he had the answer.

In her eyes, there was only surprise, not joy.

At that moment, Feng Beiting knew that her answer would not bring him light like the light that lit up with her voice.

He will continue to be surrounded by darkness, as before.

There was an irresistible smile on his face, and the sadness in his eyes was bottomless, but it was a pity that Jiang Yimian didn't see it.

She was surprised, or should I say shocked.

There are a thousand grass mud horses galloping past with the word "fuck" in my heart.

she didn't expect...

I wanted to develop a socialist revolutionary friendship with him, but he actually wanted to sleep with her!
The problem is, she only asked this guy if he likes him two days ago, how did he answer back then...

After recalling it carefully, Jiang Yimian felt another capitalized shit in his heart.

He actually tricked her!
After the shock, Jiang Yimian raised her head and looked towards the dark and empty front. She couldn't tell whether she felt more guilty or helpless at the moment.

She didn't know how to answer Feng Beiting's question...

Good answers simply don't exist.

Whether it is enough or not enough is wrong.

"Feng Beiting..." Her voice was hoarse, as if she was overwhelmed by the darkness.

The conversation had just begun when it was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.

The music dilutes the darkness and dead silence, and restores some vitality to the two petrified people.

The words "Dr. Colby" flickered and jumped on the screen of the phone, and Jiang Yimian's heart suddenly suspended when he saw it.

He called himself, there was only one possibility.

When the phone was connected, Dr. Colby didn't even give her a chance to speak, and hung up the phone in a hurry after saying "there is a case".

She vaguely heard someone say "San Gabriel" over there.

Jiang Yimian's heart jumped "suddenly".

It's San Gabriel again!
Is there any follow-up to the Riemann case?
Without thinking about it, she held the phone and was about to take the elevator downstairs, "I have something to go out, and I'll see you when I come back."

She still owed him an answer.

"I send you."

"No need." A declarative sentence, flat but decisive, ended the conversation.

Jiang Yimian walked into the elevator without looking back, the elevator door closed slowly, she never looked outside the door, otherwise she would find that there was a bewitching smile blooming in a corner where no one noticed.

The moment the lights dimmed, not even the darkness could swallow the sadness in Feng Beiting's eyes.

He covered his face with his hands, and smiled softly, with a bright and bitter smile.

Colby's call, the case about Liang Xi's whereabouts...

Mianmian, in the most important moment, you always choose the least important thing.

What am I...

Still presumptuous.

*
When Jiang Yimian walked out of the apartment building, there happened to be an empty car parked by the side of the road.

After reporting the detailed address, she stared at the street scene outside the window in a daze.

Skylark sat in the driver's seat, and lowered the brim of his hat after Jiang Yimian got into the car.

want to cry...

His styling!His bangs!

Driving the car wanting to cry without tears, Yunque glanced at Jiang Yimian through the rearview mirror from time to time, seeing her always looking out of the window with a sullen face, and her normally curved lips were now pursed into a straight line, he began to feel uncertain.

Thinking back to the feminine tone of his fourth young master when he called just now, Yunque's hair was about to explode.

Si Shao won't get sick, right? !
Si Shao won't fall ill again, right?
The fourth young master won't really fall ill, right?
The more he thought about it, the more hesitant he felt, Yunque hurriedly sent a message to the group of him, Su Fu, and Guisi with his mobile phone.

[Skylark: Start the first level of preparations! 】

[Su Fu: Understood. 】

[Prison Temple: Received. 】

"gentlemen."

Jiang Yimian's voice suddenly resounded crisply, which startled Skylark.

He didn't dare to look back, and he didn't even dare to move his hand holding the phone. He just steered the steering wheel with one hand, without looking sideways, "Excuse me, what do you need?"

"I don't have any other needs, I just want to trouble you to drive well." The driving was irregular, and the relatives burst into tears.

"……Excuse me."

Skylark thought to himself, Miss, I am here to save you.

The fourth youngest of their family is very likely to be ill. Bao Buqi called at an intersection and asked him to turn the car around and take Miss Jiang to another place.

It was precisely in response to their young master's various whims that the three of them studied various countermeasures.

Yunque felt that the past few years with his young master was more tiring than the various hell training he had done in the past ten years, and his hair fell out in handfuls.

Ugh……

I don't know what happened this time.

At that moment, Jiang Yimian felt the same confusion as Skylark.

What exactly went wrong...

Why did Feng Beiting suddenly confess his love to her?
They promised to be each other's lifelong partners, but why did they go astray in the blink of an eye?

Resting her chin with one hand, Jiang Yimian looked out the window and sighed.

The sound of "huhu" the ground car is like a distant net of sound, like the buzzing of bees.

She focused on the scenery outside the window, trying not to deliberately stop the beer from churning in her stomach, and the sparse lights gradually gathered, becoming a string of jewelry bracelets displayed in the night window.

Soon, the lights of the city gradually faded, leaving only a few cold stars staring at the ground through layers of fog.

The crouching black hill was getting closer, and the night wind was blowing down the side hillside.

The shadows of the trees stretched toward the cliffs overlooking the sea, and finally merged into nothingness. No matter which direction you looked, you could only see things ten feet away at most.

Jiang Yimian saw her frowning into the word "Chuan" reflected in the car window, this was one of the few times she was worried about a man other than Lin Sinan.

she wishes...

Feng Beiting's affection for her was limited to goodwill, so it was easier to give up.

Loving someone who doesn't love yourself is like walking on a road full of thorns regardless of everything.

Although I could smell the fragrance of flowers occasionally, but more often, I was bruised all over by sharp thorns.

She doesn't want him to be like her.

So she secretly hoped that his feelings for her would be lighter, like smoke and clouds, which could be blown away by the wind.

Just now she asked Feng Beiting what is love, and he said, "Love is a unique favor." She was moved by this answer, because she had never thought of such a beautiful answer.

In her opinion, love is a kind of deception that people deceive themselves, an illusion created by a strange imagination.

She has a strong imagination, so she can always see a halo around Lin Sinan.

I can only see his...

She did like Feng Beiting very much, but that was as a friend.

What she likes is Lin Sinan, as the opposite sex.

and so--

I'm sorry, Feng Beiting, I won't empathize with someone else.

At least not yet.

Feng Beiting's expression when he asked her this question came to mind, and Jiang Yimian's heart tightened.

She thought that if one day in the future she really gave up on Lin Sinan because of empathy, then the person who made her "empathize" would definitely be Feng Beiting.

There will be no one else...

Of course, the premise is that he still likes her at that time.

After all, she has grown up, and she will not naively think that the world revolves around her and the moon follows her.

Everyone is an independent individual and the center of their own world, so even if she likes Lin Sinan, she will never be too dependent on him.

From the very beginning, she was prepared for the relationship to end without a problem.

She felt that maybe Feng Beiting was the same.

Maybe when she finally let Lin Sinan go, Feng Beiting might also let her go.

She never believed that the word fate was given by God.

Among the thousands of people who pass by, whoever you give a chance will have a fate with you. Even if there is no A, there will be a B.

It's just that for some people, that opportunity is the only one.

Lin Sinan didn't give her a chance, he simply and resolutely didn't allow her to bargain.

And when she decided not to give Feng Beiting this chance, she was inexplicably hesitant.

It was stuffy and bitter, as if someone took a slice of bitter gourd and dabbed it on the softest part of her heart. Although it didn't hurt, it was indeed uncomfortable.

This feeling……

It was brought to her by a very beautiful man.

She once saw a sentence in a book in her second brother's room: People will forget what you said and what you did, but they will never forget how you made them feel...

(End of this chapter)