Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 144 You Are My Little Ancestor

It was rare for Feng Beiting to speak to Jiang Yimian in such a solemn tone. Although the content of the words was somewhat vague, the attitude was serious.

how...

One of the few times he was serious, Miss Jiang didn't listen very carefully.

Now her mind is full of his phrase "my future mother-in-law". These five words are buzzing around her head like a swarm of small flies, making her head and two big.

Her pupils were shining, and she "sighed" twice.

"Return to mother-in-law... why don't you just call me mom..."

"I'm still relatively traditional. I'll change my mouth after I get married. It seems to have a sense of ritual." As he spoke, he took the pearl milk tea in her hand, inserted a straw and took two sips.

"Hey!" Jiang Yimian didn't have time to snatch it back, "I bought it for my master!"

"Let Prison Temple buy it again."

"...Okay." Prison Temple got out of the car silently, like an errand machine with no emotion.

Jiang Yimian focused her eyes on his hand, and found that there was an extra ring on his little finger, it was black, with complicated patterns engraved on it.

She twisted and twisted, but she couldn't figure out what the pattern was.

"Is this a decoration?"

"It's a symbol." He said casually.

"Oh..." Jiang Yimian understood.

Movies and TV dramas are all filmed like this. Generally, those mysterious families have one or two keepsakes, but according to the routine, shouldn't he give this ring to her?

Holding his hand and looking carefully, she said frankly, "Is this ring a symbol of your status?"

"It is."

"What if I wear it on my hand?"

"Scrap."

"..."

What she said made her feel worthless.

Rubbing her fleshy little face, Feng Beiting patiently explained, "This thing is a symbol when I wear it, and there is no doubt about it when it is worn by others.

Otherwise, anyone who picks it up can pretend to be me, so it's not a mess. "

"Right……

But why have you never seen you wear it before? "

"If you want to meet your brother, of course you have to dress formally and look dignified."

"..."

I can go to yours.

Jiang Yimian only saw cynicism on his face.

The topic turned back to Feng Xijue, and she continued to ask him, "I feel that when you mentioned Feng Dong and Brother Lian, your tone was very casual, why is it so strange when you mentioned your second brother?

Is he difficult to deal with? "

"How should I put it..." Fourth Young Master Feng pondered for a moment, his brows slightly lowered, "He didn't hold the handle in my hands, which made me feel very unhappy."

"..."

Jiang Yimian thought, you are a psychopath, don't pick up nice words.

But the person who could make Feng Beiting helpless aroused Miss Jiang's curiosity.

"Is he very powerful?" After a pause, she added, "Better than you?"

A cold light flashed across Feng Beiting's bright eyes, and his face suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, with a look of "how could he be stronger than me".

With his thin lips slightly parted, he said quietly, "I hold Liang Xi's matter in my hands, and the boss will never have a chance to turn things over in his entire life.

And Feng Nanche and I...

That is Lian Qingfeng, we had a long-term cooperative relationship before, but recently he fell in love with Wen Zhixia, and Zhixia is now my psychiatrist.

But only my second brother can't find any weakness. "

He took another sip of the milk tea, he seemed to be addicted to it, and there was a little water on his lips.

Hearing this, Miss Jiang felt puzzled, "Why are you so persistent in finding someone's weakness?"

"For checks and balances."

"so……

You also have a weakness in their hands? ! "Wow, this is exciting, "What is it? "

Feng Beiting was still drinking milk tea.

His lips moved slightly, he ate a few pearls, his eyelashes slightly raised, he took a deep look at her, and said nothing.

Staring wide-eyed and small-eyed for a few seconds, Jiang Yimian bewilderedly pointed at herself, "Me?"

He blinked silently.

Jiang Yimian: "..."

It's hard to say whether to feel lucky or unlucky.

With a flash of inspiration in her mind, she asked, "Is there no one he cares about or something?

Just like Feng Dongshi did to sister Liang Xi. "

"I did see a wedding ring on his hand, but never his wife.

After all, he is not an ordinary person, and he will be discovered if he stares too closely, so there is not much information found. "Of course, there is one more important reason that Feng Beiting didn't mention.

The road between him and Mianmian is destined to be difficult, and he doesn't want to offend Feng Xijue for no reason and let him interfere, so it's inevitable that his hands are tied when doing things.

"It's so mysterious..." Jiang Yimian became even more curious, "Then you are here now to wait for a rabbit?"

"Smart!" He smiled and kissed her on the tip of her nose, with a strong aroma of milk tea.

"Why don't you just call him?"

"He won't answer."

"Doesn't he know it's you?" Thinking of a possibility, Jiang Yimian looked at him inexplicably, "Could it be because he knew it was you, so he didn't answer?"

"Maybe."

"..."

Really!

This weak brotherhood really moved her so much that she wanted to cry.

Feng Beiting's face didn't show the sadness and loss of being ignored by his elder brother, he grabbed Jiang Yimian and gnawed a few more mouthfuls, it was rare for him to let him go, "Go back."

He didn't intend to catch her up at first, but Mianmian is too cute to hold back his house.

Walking on the road with her hair bobbing and wobbling, she insisted on rushing into his line of sight and bumping into his heart.

She has behaved like this, so of course he can't be polite.

"Chasing away after kissing, scumbag!" Jiang Yimian made faces at him.

After finishing speaking, she opened the car door and was about to slip away, and she couldn't say who was more "scumbag" between the two of them.

Feng Beiting quickly pulled the man back, and slammed the car door with a "bang". He leaned forward, his eyes shining brightly, "Mianmian, what am I yours?"

"You are my little ancestor."

"..."

Is that what the ad says?

He pressed her down, didn't take any further action, but didn't let her go, and suddenly took another sip of milk tea.

Miss Jiang is such a smart person, she has a big brain, and now she is looking at her eyes and nose, and she tentatively said, "Are you my You Lemei?"

After saying that, Fourth Young Master Feng smiled contentedly, with gentle waves in his eyes, as sweet and thick as milk tea.

"I heard this advertisement by accident before, and I thought that one day you must tell me." He seemed to be lost in memory, and there was longing in his smile.

He waited and waited until the slogan had passed its peak period, but it still hadn't arrived.

Fortunately, he did not give up.

After all, she fell in love with him as he wished, as he thought, and her heart would always "advance with the times" and never fall behind.

Jiang Yimian couldn't see Feng Beiting showing this half-happiness and half-bitterness look the most, she raised her hand to cover his eyes, and suddenly joked, "Hi... isn't it just a commercial, I remember a lot... "

With a big wave of her hand, the slogan of the advertisement slipped like a forensic term, "Backgammon lighter, wherever you can't light it, mom doesn't have to worry about my studies anymore, so-easy!

Little sunflower mother class starts!The child's cough is always bad, and most of them are useless! "

"Mianmian...that's not what it means..." He has no shortage of repeaters.

"Hey, I know." He just wanted to hear a few love words from her.

She put her arms around his neck and followed his wishes, "Those are too rustic, I'll tell you something better."

"Ah."

"How do you read it upside down?"

"Crooked?"

She raised her lips, the pear dimple was deep.

Suddenly raised her head and kissed him on the lips, as if rewarding, "Well, I love you too."

"Mianmian!"

"Do you know what this love is like?"

He shook his head, looking moved.

"When I was in Los Angeles, I once asked you what is love, and you told me that love is the unique love.

But I didn't tell you what love is like in my understanding..."

At that time, her definition of love was not so good.

It was him who made her redefine a love.

"Feng Beiting, to me, love is the only preference.

preference for you. "

"Mianmian..." He hugged her and buried his head in her neck, "What should I do, I suddenly don't want to let you go."

"Then my goal has been achieved." She smiled smugly, like a cunning little fox, "I want you to hold you firmly in the palm of your hand, so that you can think of me all the time, so that you won't go out and hook up Another little rascal."

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