Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 8
It was when Jiang Yimian returned home, cleaned up the battlefield, and was about to take off her clothes to take a shower, that she found out that the clothes she was wearing had been left at Feng Beiting's house.

And that scalpel that I carry with me!

Closing her eyes annoyed, Jiang Yimian couldn't help but "tsk", feeling deeply speechless about her behavior.

She has always been very defensive, and she didn't know what happened today, but it took so long to realize that she didn't have the scalpel with her!
Looking at the time, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Knocking on someone's door at this time seems a little bad.

Let's go again tomorrow morning.

Thinking of this, Miss Jiang stood up resolutely and prepared to go into the bedroom to rest.

When she passed the coffee table, she looked at the business card left by the locksmith just now, raised her eyebrows and put it in the drawer of the shoe cabinet.

In case there will be such unlucky reminders in the future...

*
Apartment downstairs.

A black car was parked under a tree, and Jiji Temple was sitting in the passenger seat and fiddling with his mobile phone. "Naruto" was playing on the screen.

When Naruto was charging his big move, the driver's door was opened from the outside, and a man wearing a black mask got into the car with a lockpicking toolbox. He had slender eyes, short black hair, and a slender figure.

He took off his mask, revealing an overly fair face. From a pure appearance, he belongs to the "beauty" of the classical and cold category.

It's just that it's not like that when you open your mouth.

Throwing the suitcase on the back seat in disgust, Skylark snorted, "Using this kind of thing to open the lock is simply an insult to my skills!"

Locking the phone with a "click", Guisi turned his head and glanced at him expressionlessly.

"Why did the Fourth Young Master suddenly ask me to pretend to be a locksmith? Is there such a link in the plan?" After pulling his hair twice, Skylark snapped the rearview mirror and took a look.

In the eyes of the prison temple, this picture seems to have vividly drawn an idiom: scratching one's head and making a pose.

"No." He opened his lips and answered concisely.

"So, Miss Jiang really locked the door by accident?!"

"Ah."

Their plan was only until Si Shao forgot to bring the keys and the water pipe in Miss Jiang's house burst, no amount of coincidences would arouse her suspicion.

That's right, everything that happened tonight was pre-arranged, every detail was carefully planned, just like a program on the radio, there is no need to rush, because everything will be played out.

It's just that the prison temple didn't expect that the "protagonist" added the scene himself.

"You're done, get out." Skylark said, ready to start the car and leave.

"Wait."

Prison Temple pointed to the lighted window of the management office, "Young man with dark brown color, get rid of it."

After a pause, he added a few more words, "Be civilized."

"..."

civilization? !
How to be civilized, do you sing the Great Compassion Mantra to him after killing the other party?
"Didn't Fourth Young Master say that he wants to be a good person in front of Miss Jiang?"

Knowing that he misunderstood what he meant, Prison Temple reluctantly explained, "It's not substantive obliteration."

"That is……"

"Don't let him appear in front of Miss Jiang again, otherwise, you and I won't have to appear in front of Fourth Young Master again."

"……clear."

Nodding in resignation, Skylark took one last look at his beauty, and then moved the rearview mirror back to its original position.

He thought sadly that it would cost money or time for others to chase after girls, but his young master would be better off spending his subordinates.

Ugh……

Heart congestion.

*
The next morning, Miss Jiang sat on the toilet thinking about life sleepily, her phone buzzing and shaking.

She squinted her eyes and picked it up without even seeing the caller ID.

"Hello?" The voice was muffled, obviously still asleep.

"Xiao Mian." Liang Qiu's voice was the same as hers, and he was probably awakened by someone in his sleep. "The police are urging the autopsy report."

"Oh……"

Miss Jiang is a little angry, just like her hand fetish, although it is not serious, it does exist.

Early in the morning, she came to chat with her about work before she fully woke up. Her delicate face sank immediately, and her voice was muffled and full of displeasure, "Master, just tell them, I can only Deal with a pile of shit, put it down."

Liang Qiu: "..."

Is this girl's mouth smeared with arsenic? Why is it getting more and more poisonous!
Thanks to Liang Qiu's phone call, Jiang Yimian woke up a lot.

She suddenly remembered that her clothes were still at Feng Beiting's place, and if she wasted any more time, he might go out to work.

So, wash at the speed of light.

Her hair was randomly pulled and pulled, and there was a stubborn lock on the top of her head, which couldn't be suppressed no matter how hard she tried. As soon as Miss Jiang got angry, she directly put the hat on the back of the T-shirt on her head.

Ringing the doorbell on the opposite side, Jiang Yimian waited outside the door for quite a while but nothing happened.

He lowered his head and glanced at his watch, his eyebrows slightly frowned.

It's only 8:00, you go out so early?

She puffed her cheeks subconsciously, poked her index finger up and down, and turned around slowly to go home, not wanting to hear a "click" from behind as soon as she walked to the door.

Feng Beiting's monstrous face appeared at the door, perhaps because he had just woken up, his face was slightly pale.

"Sorry, I only found out that your clothes were left here after I washed them yesterday, but I didn't send them to you because I was worried about disturbing your rest because it was too late." The voice was a little hoarse, as if dragging himself out of his throat. He even coughed twice during the speech.

After finishing speaking, he handed her the neatly folded clothes in his hand, with a scalpel shining coldly on top of it.

"Don't say that..."

She was all embarrassed.

After taking the clothes, Jiang Yimian's gaze shifted from his hands to his face, "Are you sick?"

"A little cold." He looked nonchalant.

Jiang Yimian listened, feeling guilty.

Could it be that she caught a cold because she was splashed with water yesterday when she helped her fix the water pipe?
"I have medicine at home, do I need to bring it to you?"

"No, thank you." While speaking, Feng Beiting put his hand on the door frame, as if it was the only way to stand firmly, "Just sleep and it will be fine."

"...Then I won't bother you for now, you have a good rest."

Before leaving, Jiang Yimian rarely kindly said to him, "If you are really uncomfortable, you can come to me."

Although she usually "diagnoses and treats" dead people, but it's just a cold, so it's not a big problem.

"Ah."

Feng Beiting responded imperceptibly, and then closed the door with a "bang".

Jiang Yimian guessed that he should be eager to lie back on the bed and rest.

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　　ps: The two names of Prison Temple and Skylark come from the Japanese manga "Family Teacher", which is an older anime. I don't know if anyone has seen it O(∩_∩)O haha~ Anyway, this is the heart of me and Fumeng Okay, then I will explain further about these two names later, because our little brother from prison temple is a middle school boy hahahahaha~
　　
　
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