Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 155 Contract Guidelines for Getting Along with Jiang Yimian

He had to recognize the fact that time doesn't change everything.

At least he has been with Si Shao for so long, and he still can't figure out his thoughts, and he still doesn't know how deep his bottomless brain hole is.

Although the inner drama is very rich, the prison temple's face is still as expressionless as usual.

And even with a gun on his head, his car still drove smoothly, at a moderate speed, not in a hurry, but sweating all over his forehead.

He thought it was over...

As soon as he sacrificed to the sky, Su Fu and Skylark should have boundless magic power.

So angry.

I can't free my hands even if I want to akimbo.

"Ju Si, you are wrong." Feng Beiting pressed down on the hammer with a "click", as if he was about to pull the trigger at any time.

If it were someone else, they would definitely think that this was a small game of trust between the leader and the followers. The former would either not be able to shoot, or there was no bullet in the gun, and it was just to scare people.

There was also trust between Prison Temple and Feng Beiting.

But he believed that his young master definitely had bullets in his gun, and he would definitely shoot him to death.

Frankly speaking, Prison Temple did not want to die.

He still has so many serialized anime that he hasn't finished chasing, and he hasn't survived until both Skylark and Su Fu return to the west, how could he just die like this.

Correct!
He can't die!

The desire to survive made Prison Temple's brain run at high speed, but in the end he just repeated Feng Beiting's words expressionlessly.

"Si Shao was right, but I was wrong."

"Oh?" Feng Beiting's tone was playful, "What's wrong?"

"..."

This bad line is really suffocating.

The hand holding the steering wheel was tight, and Gu Si withdrew one hand and rubbed it on his pants. His hand was so sweaty that he could hardly hold the steering wheel.

"I was wrong... for not putting Ms. Jiang's life first..." You should have watched you drown, bubbling and bubbling in the water.

"Ah."

Feng Beiting responded lightly, looking slightly satisfied.

Knowing that was not enough, Prison Temple further stated, "No matter what happens in the future, I will follow Ms. Jiang's lead and have no second thoughts."

"Very good." Only then did Feng Beiting retract the gun in satisfaction.

Prison Temple did not breathe a sigh of relief.

It's not that the Fourth Young Master didn't want to kill him, but he wasn't going to kill him for the time being. When the shot will be fired depends entirely on his subsequent performance.

But he couldn't figure it out, why did it suddenly happen?

It's just for himself, nothing about Yunque and Su Fu.

Thinking about Si Shao's decision to meet Lin Sinan, the prison temple wondered if Si Shao had thought of something.

Needless to say, this time I really let him guess.

But he only guessed part of it.

It's not that Feng Beiting remembered something, but he knew what happened from the beginning to the end.

From the moment Jiang Yimian brought two syringes, he guessed that the medicine inside was weird, but he didn't pierce it.

As he himself said, as long as she doesn't leave him, he is willing to do anything to him.

What's more, he believes that his family Mianmian will not harm him.

He only gave her this kind of trust.

He didn't tell her, and they wouldn't know in Prison Temple that that level of hallucinogenic drugs was not enough for him to faint. If he wanted to, he had too many ways to wake himself up.

His consciousness is his last and most powerful weapon.

Su Fu's psychological suggestion couldn't have the effect it should have at all.

When he woke up, he was in a trance for a moment, because there was a discrepancy between the memory of the attack and what Su Fu suggested to him, and it took him about a minute or two to sort out his thoughts.

Thinking of Jiang Yimian being forced to make such a bad plan, Feng Beiting not only didn't feel guilty after causing trouble, but even laughed.

He didn't mind Mianmian injecting him with hallucinogenic drugs at all.

He didn't even care that she asked Su Fu to hypnotize him.

Regarding this, Prison Temple became more determined to hug Jiang Yimian's thigh tightly.

It doesn't matter if you do this, it's like a golden bell.

Jiang Yimian had no idea that she had been given such a nickname, she sneaked home secretly, with Jiang Lan covering her, she was very careful not to be noticed, and slept comfortably for a long time.

But some people are not so lucky.

The second time he woke up in the middle of the night and found that someone was in his home. Lin Sinan's reaction was better than the last time, not at 01:30.

The delicate hair during the day is now pressed like a "flower", trembling flickeringly with the movement of him getting up.

There were faint dark circles under his eyes, and it was obvious that he hadn't rested well before.

After seeing that it was Feng Beiting, he let out a helpless "Oh my god", then fell back on the bed, pulled the quilt over and continued to sleep.

He was too lazy to compete with the snake spirit.

Feng Beiting stood by the bed with downcast eyes, and said coolly, "The antiques in your room are pretty good."

"Well... yes, yes..." Lin Sinan replied in a daze.

Three seconds later—

He sat up from the bed in a "squeaky" manner, stared at Feng Beiting vigilantly, and finally regained consciousness, "What are you going to do?!"

Feng Beiting smiled faintly, "I was thinking that if you still don't get up, I'll smash one every minute."

Lin Sinan: "..."

Unlucky boy!

What a loser!Why is there a mine at home!
After rubbing his face, Lin Sinan leaned against the head of the bed and asked, "Tell me, why are you here again?"

Feng Beiting threw a document to him.

Lin Sinan took it suspiciously, and found that the first page was densely packed with words.

After reading a few lines in a hurry, he no longer knew what expression to make to express his complicated heart.

[Contract: The contract principles for getting along with Jiang Yimian
Party A: Feng Beiting
Party B: Lin Sinan
The terms of the contract are as follows:

1. Party B is forbidden to meet Jiang Yimian alone in private, unless both parties are accompanied by someone. (Jiang Yimian's entourage must be Feng Beiting)

2. It is forbidden to contact Jiang Yimian by phone, text message, etc.

3. It is forbidden to use any online chat tools to interact with Jiang Yimian. (You can't even like it in the circle of friends)
4. It is forbidden to use all possible contact methods to keep in touch with Jiang Yimian. (such as Flying Pigeon, Morse Code, Beacon Tower, etc.)

5. Party B is prohibited from contacting Jiang Yimian through a third party. In special circumstances, Party B can contact Jiang Yimian through a third party. (Third parties include but are limited to Feng Beiting)

6. Party B is in the same frame as Jiang Yimian without knowing it, and needs to...]

Lin Sinan took this dumbfounding contract, felt the thickness of this document, and suddenly became a little worried about Jiang Yimian's future.

It's really sick.

He also endured Feige passing on the letter, and returned the Beacon Tower!

There are many high-rise buildings in the city, and the line of sight is not as wide as in ancient times. He had to burn a mountain to sleep in order to see him on "When the Rule of Law is in Progress", the title is "Set Fire to the Mountain, and Sit in Prison".

Although it was a bit weird to think so, Lin Sinan was inexplicably looking forward to meeting Feng Beiting next time.

He wanted to see what monsters this big brother could do.

"Are you sure your stuff is legal?" The whole thing seemed like that.

Feng Beiting smiled softly, his eyes were as bright as reflections on stagnant water, and he said slowly, "That depends on what method you are referring to."

In some places, he is the law.

Nodding clearly, Lin Sinan stretched out his hand to ask him for a pen, "All right, as long as I sign on it, all right?"

"The word has been signed for you, you can just press your fingerprint."

"..."

Turning to the last page with a look of horror, Lin Sinan saw his name in the column of Party B.

Every stroke is decent, even he himself can't see the flaws.

Moving his eyes down, he saw a line of small characters at the end, which was handwritten, still in his handwriting.

[ps: I voluntarily fulfill all the terms of the contract, if there is any violation...]

The last half of the sentence was crossed out and changed to "willing to pay a painful price for this".

This word is obviously a bit watery.

Out of curiosity, he carefully identified the crossed-out content, and found that it said "will lose the loved one forever".

Lin Sinan's eyes darkened as he tightened his grip on the document.

What about losing a loved one...

This was the most powerful blow to him, why was Feng Beiting useless.

After thinking about it, he seemed to suddenly understand why Xiao Mian liked him.

The seemingly dangerous and indifferent person always gives people unexpected tenderness in some unexpected places.

Quickly pressed his fingerprints, Lin Sinan handed the document back to him, and suddenly said, "Hey, can you not pick a big night when you come next time?"

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　　ps: Second update~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)