Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 141 Blackened at her house in broad daylight
Hearing this familiar voice and perverted tone, Jiang Yimian's scalp tightened.

She struggled to get up from him, and her gaze fell into Feng Beiting's sparkling eyes without any surprise.

"You, why are you here?!"

"What? I'm interrupting your date?" He replied angrily, with a more venomous look on his brow than before.

Seeing this, Jiang Yimian's heart skipped a beat.

Thinking of what he said in WeChat, she tentatively asked him, "You..."

She wanted to ask him if he was sick again, but thinking about it, she would definitely not get a normal answer if she asked, maybe he would be unhappy and act like a monster again, so she hurriedly changed her words.

"Didn't I say I'll look for you the day after tomorrow, why did you come early?

Did something happen all of a sudden? "

"Are you looking for me the day after tomorrow so that you can save time for tomorrow to go on a date with today's blind date?" Feng Beiting stood up from the snow, carelessly brushing the snowflakes on his hands.

He lowered his head slightly, and his thin eyelashes drooped, casting a light shadow under his eyes, giving the impression that he was walking on the edge of blackening.

Jiang Yimian couldn't help swallowing.

She is not afraid of him being blackened, nor is she afraid that he will come to her house in broad daylight, but she is afraid that he will be blackened in her house in broad daylight.

It will definitely be exposed!
Looking around, she found that this was a blind spot for surveillance, which seemed to be a place he picked on purpose.

But just to be on the safe side, Jiang Yimian still dragged him to a more remote place.

With her back against the gable, she suddenly held his face and pecked it.

When her heels fell back to the ground, she looked at him expectantly, "Are you ready?"

Feng Beiting frowned and pulled her hand down, his face was uglier than before, and his tone was slightly lower, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Jiang Yimian: "..."

They weren't talking about this just now.

Did the topic change so quickly and so bluntly?
But since Feng Beiting said it, it was impossible for Jiang Yimian not to answer it, and she took advantage of the situation, "Isn't it because you dragged me into the snowdrift just now!
Look, my hands are red from the cold. "

She feigned displeasure and complained a few words. Taking advantage of Feng Beiting's self-reproach, a pair of small hands suddenly slipped in from the hem of his clothes like two little snakes, and the cold palms pressed against his warmth. On his waist, it made him stiff, and his muscles tightened.

"Haha..." On Jiang Yimian's face was a smile after a successful prank.

She pinched his waist lightly, and she was about to withdraw her hand immediately, but was held tightly by him through the clothes.

"Eh?" She looked up in surprise, "Isn't it cool?"

She raised her fingertips and dared not stick to him all the time.

Teasing is also to pay attention to propriety.

Appropriate pranks are a little fun between lovers, but they can't go too far, after all, she still loves him in her heart.

Who knows-

Feng Si Shao did not "rare" her distress.

He pressed her hand so that her entire palm was attached to his waist, and then he pulled off the coat to wrap her whole body in it.

When he spoke again, his tone softened a bit, "Cool.

That's why I want to help you warm up. "

"I mean I'm afraid you'll be cold."

"I'm not afraid of the cold."

"Then why were you so stiff?" She raised her eyebrows, thinking he was lying.

After a moment of silence, Feng Beiting leaned over and rested his forehead on the top of her head, his voice was a little unnatural, as if shy, he muttered in a low voice, "itch..."

Eyelashes flickered, she was stunned for a moment, and the smile on her lips grew wider.

Hearing the whistling wind in his ears, he was wearing dark blue overalls, surrounded by his reassuring aura, mixed with the crispness of white snow.

Jiang Yimian snuggled into his arms and asked, "You haven't said why you came here suddenly?"

"Does this need to be asked?"

"It's because you miss me too much?" Jiang Yimian, who was ashamed of answering this answer, felt a little embarrassed with such a thick skin.

He tightened his arms and let out a deep "hmm".

"That……

Just a simple yearning?Did you think of anything else? "For example, did she run away with the ball again this time, or did she find another father for the child without telling him.

"No."

"Sure?"

"... Mianmian, I'm not sick." It's just pure jealousy.

"Oh... Now that's the case..." Jiang Yimian nodded knowingly, her cautious face faded away, and the hand on his waist secretly tightened, "Then you're still scaring me! How dare you run over without consulting me! "

After confirming that he was not ill, Miss Jiang's tone seemed to be settling after autumn.

"...I was worried about getting sick, so I came to you."

"Liar!"

"Mianmian..." He called her pitifully, and kissed her flatteringly.

She turned her head to ignore him, and he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss her left cheek.

keep going.

"Huh!" The right side also wants to.

Feng Beiting understood, and immediately kissed him too, and then saw the little princess who was sternly refusing to dump him one second, raised her face and looked at him with a smile the next.

"Do you know who the man who came to my house is?"

"Rival."

"..."

After giving him a blank look, Jiang Yimian shared with him the "melon" she just got, "He is Su Fu's editor, and his name is Jiang Fengmian."

Knowing this, Feng Beiting's expression at that moment was so wonderful that Jiang Yimian was at a loss for words.

In order not to laugh out loud, she almost pinched her thigh.

After a moment of silence, Feng Beiting said coldly, "From now on, that novel has nothing to do with us."

"That's great."

"Also!" He tightened her waist, threatening, "Stay away from him, if I see you alone with him again, I will..."

"How about you?" Miss Jiang asked back.

In fact, she really just asked out of curiosity, there was no oppressive rhetorical question, but at that moment, Feng Beiting had to admit that his aura was shaken.

So when it came to his lips, the words became lifeless.

He said, "I'll show you when I get sick!"

then……

Jiang Yimian just laughed.

Undisguised ridicule, the kind that doesn't save any face.

Feng Si Shao supported his forehead, feeling that his fame for the rest of his life was in vain.

suddenly!

Not far away came the sound of "creaking", "creaking" stepping on the snow. Jiang Yimian was startled, and quickly pulled her hands away from Feng Beiting's body, and she also withdrew from his embrace.

Even if the people who came were not from the family, she basically knew everyone in the community, and if they saw it, they would definitely finish talking to their aunt.

Putting some distance away from Feng Beiting, Jiang Yimian vigilantly watched the movements over there, hearing the footsteps getting closer, her heart was in her throat.

However, a certain young master continued to add to the chaos.

He listened to the corner of the wall with her, his tall body covered her, it looked like he was lying on her back from a distance.

Thin lips moved close to her ear, and his deliberately low voice was a little sexy, "Mianmian, do we seem to be having an affair?"

"Why do you look like that!" It's obviously good.

"Is it exciting?"

"Exciting." She looked at him seriously, "It would be even more exciting if the person who came was my mother... um..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly covered his lips from his back sleep.

He whispered a "hush" in her ear, and it was as if her heart was rippling as if she was sitting on a swing.

At the corner a few steps away, Jiang Lan's voice sounded faintly, "Ah Mo."

"Third brother?! Why are you here?"

"The room is too stuffy, come out for a walk." He walked slowly to the corner, and changed the positions of himself and Jiang Mo without a trace, "What about you?"

"I came out to look for Xiao Mian, she seemed to be running this way just now."

"She's gone home."

"Really?!" Jiang Mo was a little surprised, "But I clearly saw her coming this way..."

"Come here and pick the plum blossoms. I told her to ask her to pick two wintersweet branches for me when I go back." Jiang Lan's words were so serious that even Jiang Yimian, the client, almost believed it.

Jiang Mo never doubted what his third brother said, so he turned around and walked back decisively.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, "Third Brother, aren't you going back?"

"I'll turn around again."

"Oh."

Watching Jiang Mo walk into the villa, Jiang Lan turned his gaze away, glanced at several staff members who were clearing snow not far away, and found that the area shared by each of them was very interesting.

Wide field of vision, cross nodes, easy to observe.

Taking a meaningful look at the corner, he casually played with the snow ball in his hand and said, "Don't forget to pick plum blossoms for me."

After finishing the words, he put the round snow ball on the hedge and walked back slowly.

When he passed by a staff member, he paused slightly and glanced at him. The former slightly lowered his head and greeted him, "Happy New Year, young man."

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