Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 116 I Have Everything You Like

When they learned that she had been kidnapped, they frantically looked for her everywhere.

She woke up in a hurry, and then never fell asleep again, sitting by the window and watching the moon all night.

The moonlight that night was as beautiful as today.

knock --

After knocking on the door, Feng Beiting's voice sounded, "Mianmian, are you asleep?"

"...What's the matter?" He has been acting like a gentleman for the past few days, taking her back to her room at night, talking in the corridor when he has something to do, and not even entering her bedroom, he is capable of interpreting what is meant by a "polite kidnapper".

"Well, there is something, you open the door."

Inexplicably, Jiang Yimian felt that the "you open the door" behind him was a bit like a big bad wolf who kidnapped a little white rabbit.

With a "click", she unscrewed the doorknob, and she opened the door a little before he pushed it open from the outside. The strong smell of alcohol came to her face, and Jiang Yimian only had time to see a smear of white on Feng Beiting's shirt, and then He fell firmly to the ground.

The tip of her nose hit his shoulder, and the pain made her cry.

The instigator didn't know this, and was still smiling "infatuatedly", with a low and sweet voice, "Mianmian, I want to sleep with you tonight."

Jiang Yimian:! !
She didn't care to rub her red nose and wanted to push Feng Beiting away, but she was like ants shaking a tree.

He seemed to know what she was upset about, he turned his head slightly and pressed his lips against her ear, the heat from his breath sprinkled on her neck, carrying the mellow aroma of wine.

He said, "Mianmian, I'm drunk, I can't do anything, don't be afraid."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

Really, she wasn't that scared before he said that.

Do drunk people admit to being drunk?

Usually he will insist that he is not drunk, why doesn't he play the cards according to the routine?

"You get up first."

Feng Beiting lay on top of her and did not move.

He seemed more drunk than a whole veterans party.

"Hey……"

Keep playing dead.

After being silent for nearly a minute, Miss Jiang became angry, "I'm almost crushed by you!"

Does he not know how much he weighs?
Hearing this, Feng Beiting sat up from the ground with his arms around her, and it was only then that Jiang Yimian saw his state clearly.

Her winking eyes are blurred, her red lips are moist, and she looks pitifully waiting to be "picked up" by you, which shows that she is a bit of a woman as a woman.

Probably because of the alcohol, Feng Beiting's face was stained with two touches of crimson, his delicate lips were always slightly hooked, and his eyes flickered, making one lose one's soul.

this face...

Jiang Yimian felt that one day he would get tired of the life of beating and killing, and even if he put on women's clothing and started a live broadcast at home to earn money from some stupid old men.

She saw his eyes filled with love, and Feng Beiting saw it, so he leaned closer to her with his monstrous face, and said in a seductive voice, "Mianmian, do I look good?"

"It looks good." Miss Jiang nodded honestly.

"Then you want to kiss me?" There was a sloppy drunkenness in his laughter.

"do not want!"

She unceremoniously pushed his face away, grabbed his arm and tried to drag him outside.

That Feng Beiting was so capable, he secretly pushed back.

Feng Beiting didn't move at all, she was panting from exhaustion.

So this tug-of-war ended with Jiang Yimian giving up without any suspense.

Letting go of his hand, she slumped against the wall, her back leaning heavily against the wall.

Feng Beiting came over and sat next to her, tilted his head, and just laid it on her shoulder, and said, "Mianmian, I haven't slept well for several days."

After the words fell, the room was silent.

He waited for a while, and asked unwillingly, "Why don't you ask me why?"

"Because I don't want to know."

"..."

He grabbed her hand and played with it, pointing at her nails with his fingertips, like playing a piano.

Hearing what she said, I couldn't help but pressed twice hard, but it didn't hurt at all.

For her, no matter how completely crazy he is, he still has a sliver of reason to tell himself to cherish her.

"Mianmian, you ask me." She didn't cooperate, so he could only ask for it himself.

"I don't ask."

"You ask."

"I don't."

"Quickly ask..."

"I won't!"

"...I'll tell you if you don't ask." Feng Beiting murmured in a low voice, like a drunken raving, "When I think of you living next door, I'm so excited that I can't sleep."

The more excited the more I think, the more I think the more excited I am.

Repeatedly, the cycle of desire.

Jiang Yimian was about to push his hand away and paused, "Feng Beiting, why did you kidnap me?"

After a moment of silence, she added, "I mean three years ago."

"I like you." He said casually, his guttural voice became softer after drinking.

"... If you like me, kidnap me, and if you hate me, you have to kill me!"

"Mianmian, I won't hate you." Never.

"Did we meet before kidnapping me three years ago?"

"...Of course." His tone was brisk, and the momentary pause was almost imperceptible.

"When? Where? Why do I have no memory at all?"

If what he said was true and he loved her to the point of madness, then something must have happened between them.

But she didn't have any images related to him in her memory.

Feng Beiting seemed to be stuck with this question, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

It took a long time, so long that Jiang Yimian thought that he would not answer, so he heard him say, "It was a long time ago... I can't remember..."

This was obviously a lie, Jiang Yimian didn't believe it.

As the night was getting dark, she looked at the gloomy sky outside the window and said softly, "It's getting late, go back and rest."

Feng Beiting stayed where he was.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the princess bed not far away, and suddenly asked with a smile, "Mianmian, do you like it?"

"...Do you mean the room, or you?"

"All."

Jiang Yimian didn't answer the phone again.

She thought this topic was over, but Feng Beiting looked at her with burning eyes again, and said seriously, "Mianmian, you like me, there are many benefits to liking me.

I only let you like me alone, no one will compete with you. "

Probably because Feng Beiting's eyes were so serious that Jiang Yimian said without thinking, "Then what if someone snatches it?"

"People other than you like me, I will help you kill her."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

She does not need this special service.

Holding her hand, Feng Beiting looked down, and after a moment of silence, he asked her softly, "Mianmian, do you like me a little bit in your heart?"

Before she could answer, he emphasized eagerly, "A little bit counts."

Jiang Yimian felt sour in his heart.

She pursed her lips tightly, as if certain words would slip out unconsciously.

After failing to hear her answer as expected, Feng Beiting's eyes dimmed little by little, like the night outside the window.

He raised his eyes to look at her, disappointment gradually turned into despair, and slowly spread from his heart to his eyes, "Isn't there a little bit of it?"

Jiang Yimian still didn't answer.

silence.

The sea breeze outside the window seemed to soak into the room like transparent water, silently, adding to the silence.

In fact, when Feng Beiting calmed down and thought about it at this time, he would find that Jiang Yimian's failure to answer just represented the answer he wanted to hear, otherwise she would just deny it.

But he was hit for a while, so he didn't expect so much.

"Why?" He clasped her shoulders, his voice hoarse, "Why?!"

"Feng Beiting..."

"Mianmian, don't you like eating cherries, playing Rubik's cube, and looking at beautiful hands?
I have everything you like, why don't you still like me?

Why? ! "

He asked her one after another, so loudly, but she could see the powerlessness in his heart.

That was the feeling of powerlessness that Jiang Yimian was most familiar with.

Because she once liked someone like that.

No matter what he did, she refused to say what he wanted to hear. He got angry and grabbed her chin and kissed fervently, as if he wanted to let her know the most turbulent affection in his heart through this method.

Jiang Yimian's hand went up and down, down and up again, several times hanging in the air, she didn't know whether she wanted to push him away or hug him tightly.

Some warm liquid flowed over her lips, and she tasted a salty bitterness.

She looked at the man in front of her in astonishment, there was a flashing silver line between his tightly closed eyelashes.

He cried……

My heart suddenly pricked like a needle.

Sighing softly from the bottom of her heart, she slowly lowered her eyes as if surrendering, and gently grabbed a corner of his clothes with the hand hanging behind his back, her movements were so subtle that he didn't dare to notice.

Feng Beiting...

You say I don't like you, you are wrong.

I thought I didn't like you, and I was wrong too.

I like you, even a little bit more.

Just a little bit more is not enough to give me the courage to fight against the disparity between the two families.

Not all fish live in the same ocean, neither do we.

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　　ps: The third update ~ continue tomorrow ~
　　I’m not lying to you, they’re really getting together soon O(∩_∩)O haha~ Look at my sincere eyes~ Really, really~ It’s the puppy who lied~ Meow~
　　
　
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