Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 120
He promised to send Jiang Yimian back to China, but Feng Beiting did not break his promise, and a boat came to pick them up in the afternoon.

Before leaving the island, she got two small drift bottles.

She wrote a note, stuffed it in one of the bottles, and threw it into the sea.

The other took a handful of fine sand and a few small shells aboard.

On the way back, Feng Beiting was unusually silent.

He sat there carelessly, with his arms resting casually on the railing, his beautiful eyes lost their luster, and his lips were lightly pursed into a line.

He has a long-term vision, and he doesn't seem to care much about the nearby waves, and his eyes are always looking at the distant sea.

The scenery along the way was beautiful, the blue sea and blue sky became a mural, many people watched intently, some shed tears.

Sitting on the other side, Jiang Yimian looked at him, and faintly saw the feeling of "resentful woman in the boudoir" and "wife-looking stone" from him.

She didn't know whether the world was too small to contain his bitterness, or the world was too big for her to find her own way.

At this moment, she felt like Xue Pinggui and Chen Shimei...

Feng Beiting turned his head and looked over if he felt something, his eyes met, and he seemed to sigh rather weakly.

Waving, a maid stepped forward and handed Jiang Yimian's cell phone and luggage.

She took it, and suddenly thought of a question, "Even if there is even the second brother covering for you, won't my family contact me these days?"

And Lin Sinan, they clearly agreed to meet the next day.

While talking, Jiang Yimian looked through the call and chat records, and found that "she" was still in contact with them just yesterday.

The tone of voice and the way of chatting are simply her own. If she didn't know what happened these few days, she would suspect that those words were said by herself.

and--

Even if chatting and typing can be replaced by someone else, it is impossible for the voice to be exactly the same during the call, right?

Seeing the doubt in her eyes, Feng Beiting lit a cigarette, exhaled a thin puff of smoke, and said quietly, "There is something called a voice changer in this world."

"Can it become exactly the same?!"

He hooked his lips into a smile.

The blond maid next to her stepped forward, took off the tie she was wearing around her neck and handed it to Jiang Yimian, and said with a leisurely smile, "Miss Jiang."

Different from Yishui's English in the past few times, she spoke Chinese this time, with a correct accent and round accent. The key point is that the timbre is [-]% or [-]% similar to Jiang Yimian.

"You...your voice..." It wasn't this voice when she spoke English.

"I imitated your voice and practiced well."

Jiang Yimian didn't say anything else, but silently clapped her hands twice.

Playing with the voice changer in her hand, she finally understood why Feng Beiting was so confident.

With these two "artifacts", let alone he kidnapped her for more than ten days, even a month or two will be fine.

Feng Beiting was still smoking, and just exhaled a puff of smoke, his fingers passed through the middle, and the smoke rings turned into wisps of gossamer, which were blown away by the sea breeze in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Yimian returned the bow tie to the maid, walked over and took out the cigarette between Feng Beiting's fingers.

"Mianmian..."

"Stop smoking." Although she didn't hate the smell of cigarettes that much, he had injuries, so he should refrain from smoking and drinking.

Her half-concern and half-ordered words put Feng Beiting in a good mood, and the pain of parting faded a bit, "Mianmian, when will you think clearly?"

She always gives him a deadline.

Turning the phone in her hand, she couldn't stop talking, "Before the New Year."

Prison Temple: "..."

Su Fu: "..."

It's been a few months, are you sure it's not a delay?
Su Fu was crying in his heart!Roaring!

She wanted the Fourth Young Master of their family to see the true face of this woman clearly, to make him give up on her, and to make him open his eyes to see who was the best person to him.

It's Prison Temple!It's Lark!

Can't he try to bend over and accept these two people? What a harmonious and perfect ending it will be.

However, the fact is that Feng Beiting seemed to have been intoxicated. Although his face was sullen, he didn't say "no".

"I'll wait for you." As long as the final result is good, he can wait as long as he wants.

He will never lose his beloved because of his cowardly and boring self-esteem...

will never.

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Jiang Yimian refused to sit on Beiting's private plane to go back because she was worried about getting rumors from her family.

She booked a plane ticket, went to the airport without any hindrance, got her boarding pass, and prepared to go through the security check.

It's not that she didn't think that Feng Beiting would go back on his word and cut her back, but this kind of accident didn't happen until he got on the plane.

Apart from--

Turning her head to look at Su Fu who was sitting next to her, Miss Jiang helped her forehead helplessly.

By all accounts, I missed this point.

Seeing her expression, Su Fu also raised his face quite coldly, "Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, I don't want to come either!

Fourth Young Master likes you, but I don't have any affection for you. "

"Did I offend you?"

Su Fu snorted softly and didn't reply.

Jiang Yimian blinked, a shrewd light flashed in her eyes, like a cunning little fox, she asked, "Does Feng Beiting know that you don't want to see me so much?"

Hearing her mention Feng Beiting, Su Fu's eyelids twitched.

Seeing this, Miss Jiang pretended to be naive and said, "I'd better tell him to ask him to come with someone else, so that I don't bother you."

"do not!"

Su Fu hugged her arm tightly, "You, how could you do this... You should not be as knowledgeable as me..."

Such a narrow-minded person who doesn't know how to repay kindness with kindness, how can she be the heroine!
Jiang Yimian looked at her amusedly, "I'm already hated by you, do I need to care what you think of me?
Besides, it would be a waste of resources to have a backer as useful as him without me! "

"..."

Su Fu felt that he had encountered a hard problem.

Her heart fell into a battle between heaven and man, and a minute later, while pinching Jiang Yimian's shoulders and legs, she smiled obsequiously, "Miss Jiang, is this strength okay?"

"Well, use more strength on the left side."

"Miss Jiang..."

"Everyone is so familiar, don't call me so silly, just call me Xiao Mian."

"Hey, Xiaomian's ancestor."

"..."

Whether it should be said or not, the people trained by Feng Beiting are the best.

It wasn't interesting to stay, so Jiang Yimian took out a book from her bag to read, it was a hardcover limited edition suspenseful mystery novel that Feng Beiting had prepared for her.

Turning to the first page, she suddenly remembered something, and said to Su Fu, "By the way, why isn't your novel updated?"

When she was waiting for the plane just now, she had nothing to do and looked through it, only to find that she had been parked for many days, and the comment area was full of wailing.

Hearing this, Su Fu looked at her quietly and didn't answer.

I thought, it's not because of you.

Jiang Yimian reacted belatedly, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, "It's not because of me, is it?"

"Who else but you..." Su Fu muttered softly.

Embarrassedly scratching her head, Miss Jiang sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry.

I'd love to see it, too bad. "

"You like watching?!"

"Ah."

Su Fu rolled his eyes and thought carefully, "Then why don't you discuss it with the Fourth Young Master and let me write it according to the original version?"

"Original version? Did he ask you to change the text?"

"That's right! Magic reform!"

In the next two hours or so, Su Fu began to complain violently about the new plot.

After Jiang Yimian heard this, she couldn't help but patted the table, "What the hell are you changing!"

"Is it? Is it?" Su Fu clasped his fists and looked at her with starry eyes.

"Just write it as it is, and I'll talk to him."

"it is good!"

"But..." Jiang Yimian lightly stroked her chin, thoughtful, "I think the emotional line of your original plot was too fast, so you should stretch it a little bit more.

Let Jiang Fengmian have no feelings for Feng Yiting first, and when he finally realizes his feelings, Feng Yiting is ready to give up, and let the two of them go through hardships and get together again.

The supporting roles are also a little less, so we should arrange more little threes and fours.

There is also the role of Lin Jiannan, I think we should keep it and give him a cp, if it is a female, it will be called Xin Ning.

The rest... should be nothing..."

Su Fu: "..."

remain?Is there any left?
Sure enough, it's not that the whole family doesn't come into the house, the two of them are getting more frenzied than the other.

In this way, Jiang Yimian and Su Fu chatted while eating, slept for a while when they were tired from chatting, and continued to eat and chat when they woke up.

Putting aside the bond of Feng Beiting, the two of them had reached a certain level of harmony in their personalities and preferences.

For example, Su Fu likes to kill people, and Jiang Yimian is used to collecting corpses.

Su Fu loves to write corrupt articles, Jiang Yimian likes to read corrupt articles.

The boat of friendship between the two was built in such a way that they were still chatting non-stop when they got off the plane.

Jiang Lan was waiting for her younger sister to come out at the airport pick-up gate, and accidentally saw her walking over with a cold and fairy-like girl talking and laughing, and felt slightly suspicious.

Went to Los Angeles, did Xiao Mian make friends? !
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