Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 97 Hallucinogens

When being pushed away by Jiang Yimian in a panic, he didn't bother, and moved his lips restrainedly, the smile in his eyes gradually deepened.

He thought, maybe she liked it, but he didn't realize it, or he was ashamed to admit it.

In short, that's what he thinks, and he doesn't accept other explanations.

Jiang Yimian covered her lips with a complicated expression.

She didn't have time to mourn her lost kisses, she just wanted to know why she was photographed on Catalina Island.

It was taken when she and Jiang Nuo were playing on the beach.

Although she was the only one in the picture, she still recognized it at a glance.

If the person who took the sneak shot was arranged by Feng Beiting, then the other party should have also captured her being kidnapped.

or--

The person who kidnapped her was Feng Beiting!

But it's not right, the people who kidnapped her have already been punished. They are the drug dealers that my elder brother offended before, and they have nothing to do with Feng Beiting.

Frowning tightly, Jiang Yimian always felt that something was wrong.

After recalling it carefully, she found that her memory of being kidnapped was quite vague.

Apart from the kidnapper's appearance, nothing else is known.

What impressed me the most was the invisible basement, which was very similar to You Qi three years ago.

Watching Feng Beiting continue to hang photos on the wall, Jiang Yimian's eyes fell on his beautiful left hand.

She forced herself to recall that night three years ago, those dreams, and slowly sketched out the figure of the man in her mind. She didn't know his appearance, but she remembered that he was smoking at that time, with a cigarette in between...

It's the left hand!
Opening his eyes suddenly, the blood on Jiang Yimian's face faded.

This message is like a key, unlocking many dusty memories.

What happened to her on Catalina Island, and what she discovered when she stayed at Feng Beiting's house for the first time, everything flooded into her heart like a tide, and the turbulence was unbearable.

Thinking of how time and time again I let go of my defenses in front of Feng Beiting, and time and time again I let go of my defenses and was alone with him...

For a moment she looked like a terrified child.

His big dark eyes gleamed under the dim light, full of guard and fear towards him.

Her hand was like a fake hand manipulated by a thread, her fingers slowly closed, and she stiffly grabbed the clothes beside her, shaking slightly uncontrollably.

It's him……

It's always been him!

"Mianmian?"

Sensing Jiang Yimian's strangeness, Feng Beiting came over to check on her situation, but she took a step back abruptly.

If she had a 9-point fear of the neurotic Feng Beiting, then she had a 99-point fear of the person who kidnapped her three years ago.

When the identities of these two people overlap, the fear will also double, completely exceeding her psychological load.

Coupled with the tense nerves since last night, at this moment, it finally collapsed.

The fear on Jiang Yimian's face hurt Feng Beiting's eyes.

When he held her hand and held her, tears burst out of her eyes suddenly, and fell on the back of his hand with a "click".

That was the loudest voice Feng Beiting had ever heard in his life.

The slightest sound, but it was as if a dam had burst, evoking tears in her eyes.

Jiang Yimian never thinks that crying is a sign of weakness, on the contrary, proper crying is a woman's advantage. It is true that she was so frightened that she shed tears, but it is fake that she was so overwhelmed by crying.

She wants to gamble.

The ridiculous thing is that the bargaining chip turned out to be the so-called feelings of the person who kidnapped her.

Feng Beiting felt that his hands wet with her tears were a little hot, and the burning sensation spread through his skin and gradually spread to his heart.

His heart hurts.

It was as if someone was slowly cutting his heart with a rusty knife, and blood gushed out, dyeing the originally black heart red.

It's obviously painful, but it seems to be beating more powerfully.

Feng Beiting's eyes flickered slightly, and some of his sense of running away from home gradually returned to his place.

He frowned at the situation in front of him, and closed his eyes annoyed.

He raised his hand to help her wipe away tears, his fingertips trembled slightly, "Mianmian..."

"I...I..." Jiang Yimian cried out of breath, and spoke intermittently.

But Feng Beiting understood.

She said that she didn't regret it at all, and didn't want him to lock her up suspiciously.

He smiled, bitter and sad.

yes……

She has no regrets.

He also believed that she had no regrets.

Because she didn't promise to be with him at all, nor did she throw herself into his arms with a smile. He was just deceiving himself and others.

It was a dream of his wishful thinking.

And now, it's time to wake up from the dream.

"I'm sorry." Feng Beiting leaned over and hugged her tenderly.

Mianmian, I didn't expect to scare you so much.

It's my fault that I didn't control my emotions.

"Stop crying, okay? If there is any problem, we can communicate with each other and we will definitely solve it." He hugged her, walked to the sofa and sat down, then got up and went to the kitchen to pour her a glass of warm water.

Jiang Yimian took it, took a sip, and before the tears on her face dried up, she suddenly felt dizzy, and her vision gradually became blurred.

She was shocked!
His eyes swept over Feng Beiting, with undisguised annoyance.

He let her stare at her calmly, but there was a storm hidden in his eyes.

Jiang Yimian closed her eyes slightly and nodded her head, looking extremely sleepy.

Her body suddenly tilted, and she fell limply to one side. Feng Beiting stretched out his hand, and his warm and thick palm held her cheek firmly.

He drugged the glass of water.

A new type of hallucinogenic drug that interferes with people's thinking and memory, coupled with some simple psychological hints, can easily change a person's memory.

The important thing is that it will not cause harm to the human body, so the drug effect is not persistent.

Some special moments, special conversations are very likely to stimulate her to recall this memory.

Pulling out a wet towel to help Jiang Yimian gently wipe his face, Feng Beiting's voice sounded softly, "Lian Qingfeng will take you home, we met by chance in the corridor, you said you have something to tell me, let him go back first.

You were about to reject my affection, but you threw up before finishing your sentence.

Later, you developed a high fever, and I have been taking care of you..."

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When Jiang Yimian woke up, it was two o'clock in the night.

The room was dark except for a single wall lamp.

The bedroom door was left open, leading to the mysterious darkness of the living room.

She slowly got up from the bed, the not-so-familiar bedroom environment made her a little dazed, and she looked a little cute.

Feng Beiting's family...

She seemed to be drinking with Second Brother Lian, and later he sent her back. She happened to meet Feng Beiting in the corridor, and she wanted to take the opportunity to explain clearly to him, but suddenly vomited.

These memories came to my heart, but failed to form a specific image in my mind.

Jiang Yimian got out of bed and put on her shoes, and inadvertently saw the antipyretic patch and cold medicine on the bedside table.

Suddenly, she caught a cold.

Subconsciously, he raised his hand and touched his forehead. His forehead was cool, and it seemed to be healed.

She walked out of the bedroom lightly, the curtains in the living room were not drawn, outlined by the cold moonlight, Feng Beiting was lying sideways on the sofa, the blanket on his body was barely hanging around his waist, and it was about to fall all over the carpet.

Jiang Yimian walked over on tiptoe, picked up the thin blanket and covered him up.

"Feng Beiting, thank you." Her voice was very small, floating in the air lightly.

Her little one squatted in front of the sofa, folded her arms in front of her body, and rested her chin on it, like a puppy coquettish to its owner.

While opening and closing her lips, she said something again, but no sound came out.

"Oya Sminase..."

The corners of her raised lips were slightly pursed, and she stood up and walked towards the entrance.

The key to the opposite room and her backpack were conspicuously placed on the cabinet. She picked it up, gently turned the doorknob, and pushed the door into the darkness outside.

After leaving Feng Beiting's house, she turned around and closed the door again, just as cautiously as when she opened it.

Subtle footsteps disappeared at the door, soft and slow, like a cat.

Feng Beiting opened his eyes, his movements were extremely slow, as if his eyelids were cast from lead.

He only had time to see a flash of oppressive darkness in the corridor.

He sat up from the sofa, opened a drawer under the coffee table and took out a pack of cigarettes.

Snapped--

The fire ignited, illuminating his gloomy face.

He inhaled a lungful of cigarettes, exhaled intermittently, and then the cigarette seemed to be forgotten between his fingers, and he didn't take a second puff.

Those beautiful eyes blinked in the lingering cigarette smoke, their eyes were dark, full of some kind of disordered emotions.

Many things are not suitable for her to know now.

There is no emotional bond between them. Once she knows what happened, she will definitely hide from him far away. If she is shocked and runs back to the country at this time, with the Jiang family as the umbrella, it will be very difficult for him to get close to her. It's difficult.

Therefore, he can only make mistakes.

Mianmian...

I have no choice.

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　　ps: The second update~
　　I forgot to do it a few times before~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)