Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 89 Happy Night

She seemed to be startled, she even forgot to run away, she subconsciously took two steps back to put a distance from him, but it happened exactly as he wanted.

Feng Beiting followed closely into the elevator, the leather shoes made a very clear sound when stepping on the floor tiles in the silent night, every step seemed to be stepping on Jiang Yimian's heart.

She took a step back, two steps, three steps...

He pressed hard.

Until he forced her into the corner of the elevator, two shockingly sharp lights flashed in his eyes.

It's encroachment, it's madness.

"Feng, Feng Bei...uh..." She didn't even call out his full name, and her lips were suddenly kissed.

He leaned forward, held her face and kissed her deeply.

The thick smell of tobacco surrounded her, which was completely unfamiliar to her.

Jiang Yimian's already round and big almond eyes opened even bigger, full of disbelief, and his whole body froze.

"Um-"

She struggled uneasily, but to little effect.

The innate disparity in strength between men and women made Jiang Yimian have to admit a sad fact: she is now a bowl of black sesame paste, Feng Beiting can get rid of her with a spoon, and he controls her as easily as a cat teasing a canary.

She stared at him unwillingly, her eyes were fierce like a small animal.

She bit his lip, and a fishy-sweet taste spread in her mouth.

But Feng Beiting didn't back away as she expected, instead he smiled, his brows stretched out, and he was as handsome as a picture.

He suddenly put his arms around her waist, lifted her up, and firmly "pinned" her to the car wall.

The exclamation was choked in his throat, and his kiss followed.

The elevator door closed slowly in front of Jiang Yimian, just like when it opened, it made her despair.

"Let me go!" Her eyes were watery, she looked pitiful, but her voice was cold and drawling.

Feng Beiting bit her lips, and there was a hint of a smile in his voice, "Hard mouth..."

"You're the one who is stubborn! Your whole family is so stubborn!" Jiang Yimian's voice and body were shaking, she didn't know whether it was from anger or fright.

"Mianmian...it's not my mouth..."

The delicate and soft kiss fell on her lips one after another, and he said again, "And my whole family is you and me?"

"you……"

"I'll take you home now.

This time, don't run around. "He was still laughing, but a cold light flashed in those beautiful eyes.

Jiang Yimian could almost see the edge of that glance, like the edge of a sharp sword.

He tried to use the jack to get the tender look back on his face, but obviously failed.

The face was full of autumn colors, and even the bottom of the eyes was covered with a layer of frost unique to late autumn. It was so cold that people dared not look directly at it.

Jiang Yimian glanced at the elevator floor without any trace, and seeing the elevator ascended to the 16th floor, she secretly pondered in her heart, estimating the chances of her pushing Feng Beiting to escape through the stairs when the elevator door opened.

The conclusion is--

zero!
Before the elevator door opened, Feng Beiting leaned over and carried her on his shoulders, disrupting all her plans.

She was still thinking that even if Feng Beiting restricted her movements and carried her back, she would still be able to break free.

But instead of hugging her, he lifted her up like a sack.

The sudden upside-down made Jiang Yimian dizzy for a while, and his stomach hurt from his shoulder.

"Feng Beiting!" She struggled uncomfortably, "Put me down!"

When passing by the door of Mrs. Penn's house, she seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and began to shout at the top of her voice, but the door was like a thick wall, and it didn't move at all.

The door of Feng Beiting's house was open, and Prison Temple stood expressionlessly at the door, turning a blind eye to his boss's behavior of "robbing civilian girls".

Jiang Yimian didn't try to ask him for help, she guessed that he was the one who pushed the elevator up just now.

Being carried all the way into the house by Feng Beiting, Prison Temple thoughtfully helped them to the door, his voice disappeared through the slowly closing door, "Boss, Miss Jiang, I wish you all a pleasant night."

This sentence gave Jiang Yimian a lot of stimulation, so when Feng Beiting put her on the bed, she rubbed her legs backwards, but he grabbed her ankle and dragged her back to the bed.

At that moment, she even anticipated what was waiting for her.

She reached out to her pocket almost subconsciously, and then suddenly realized that her scalpel was not on her body.

This was originally just a very subtle movement. She thought that Feng Beiting might not notice it, and even if he did, he might not guess what she wanted to do.

Apparently, she was ignorant, or simply not aware of how well someone knew her.

Realizing that she was going to use a scalpel, Feng Beiting's surly eyes shot out a cold light.

His lips were still stained with blood, as enchanting as poppies.

But at this moment, Jiang Yimian could only see his danger.

"If you had a scalpel on you, where would you stab?"

Feng Beiting took her hand that was stiff at the waist, and slowly but firmly placed it on the side of his neck, he said quietly, "Is this?"

Moving his fingertips down, he forced her to put her hand on his heart, "Or here?"

Jiang Yimian shook her head with a pale face.

A silent night, a man in a rage, and...

A helpless her.

It seems that no matter how you think about it, something will be coded.

The first situation should be that she resisted fiercely, and Feng Beiting directly crippled her in a fit of anger.

The second situation was that she let him have whatever he wanted, and Feng Beiting Long Xinyue slept with her directly.

A kind of gore, a kind of lust.

The decision is in her own hands.

For a moment, she was even ready to be thrown down by Feng Beiting, and she was also ready to face him so as not to intensify the conflict, but she didn't expect that he just hugged her .

A simple hug, so pure that it does not contain any desire.

His lips were pressed against her ear, and his breath gently brushed over her hair scattered behind the ear, with a faint scent of tobacco.

He didn't move, didn't speak, just remained silent like that.

Jiang Yimian quietly let him hold her, holding back the thorns all over her body.

If possible, she hopes to just be hugged by him for one night, as far as the current situation is concerned, this may be the safest possibility.

"It's late, let's rest, okay?" Feng Beiting gently rubbed her hair with his hands, his gentle voice revealed endless compromises, as if he was helpless against her.

She swallowed, her cherry lips parted slightly, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito, "I, I'm thirsty."

Jiang Yimian thought, this is the first time in her life that she speaks with such a weak voice, she is so pretentious that she accepts her own incompetence.

but--

Feng Beiting readily accepted.

"I'll get you some water." After speaking, he actually got up and went to pour water for her.

Jiang Yimian was slightly stunned.

She had a faint feeling that this man was trying to put away his sharp minions in front of her.

Perhaps, the previous him was all a disguise, but tonight's him is the real one.

A dangerous and domineering Feng Beiting.

The sound of footsteps from far to near, slow and steady, brought Jiang Yimian back to his senses in an instant.

Feng Beiting walked in with a glass of pure water. The rippling water in the glass reflected his slender fingers. Under the light, there was a different kind of beauty.

But at this moment, Jiang Yimian has no time to appreciate it.

Feng Beiting handed her the water glass, and she took it without forgetting to thank her. The atmosphere was strangely harmonious.

When the edge of the cup was only a finger's width away from her lips, she suddenly moved away, raised her eyes to look at Feng Beiting, and asked timidly, "Do you want to drink?"

She looked ignorant and innocent, as if she really cared about whether he was thirsty or not.

But Feng Beiting knew it wasn't.

She was worried that he drugged the water.

He lowered his eyes, raised his lips and smiled, the lips bitten by her were still stained with blood, the blood seemed to be still flowing in that smile, very gorgeous.

Looking at each other, Jiang Yimian was startled.

She felt that he had seen through her trick.

The next second, Feng Beiting suddenly leaned over and took a sip of water from her hand, the blood on his lips was smudged.

He took out a tissue and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth.

Jiang Yimian withdrew her hand, and slowly swallowed the water in small mouthfuls.

She was thinking, should she take her phone back from him slowly, or break the glass and hurt him immediately, and then take the opportunity to run away.

Raising her almond eyes slightly, her eyes fell on Feng Beiting's body through the glass, thinking about where to start so that he could temporarily lose his mobility due to the pain without causing serious injury.

The hand holding the glass tightened secretly.

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　　【small theater】

　　Feng Simei: I am so heartbroken o(╥﹏╥)o My Mianmian actually wants to stab me with a knife~
　　Daqi: (￢_￢) Serve it right, who told you to kidnap someone!

　　Feng Simi: That's not kidnapping.

　　Daqi: What is it if it’s not kidnapping?
　　Feng Simi: Hmm... imprisoned...

　　Daqi: ...

　　Hacking you is not much (￢_￢)
　　Feng Simi played a wrong version of chasing girls, please don't follow suit, love needs sincerity and heart, extreme measures are not advisable~
　　Moreover, under normal circumstances, Feng Simi is quite suitable for a perfect boyfriend, but when she gets sick, her mood swings are relatively large O(∩_∩)O haha~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)