Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 161 I Call You Uncle
Silently following the man into the basement, Jiang Yimian unconsciously clenched the hand hanging by her side.

Stepping down the stairs step by step, Jiang Yimian found sadly that she seemed to have an indissoluble bond with places like the basement.

This is the first time you have come to this place?
The further down you go, the brighter the light.

After more than a dozen steps, about as high as a floor, they stopped.

Jiang Yimian was slightly surprised by the sight.

She originally thought that this place would be a dark torture room like in the video, but it turned out to be the opposite, it was too ordinary.

One side of the basement is full of wine cabinets.

The other side is made of ordinary home decoration, sofas, coffee tables, tables and chairs, everything is available.

Although it's a basement, it's different from the darkness Jiang Yimian imagined. The lights here are so bright that it even dazzles your eyes.

The light of this incandescent lamp is different from the outdoor sunlight. No matter how bright it is, it will not make people feel any warmth, but it will make people feel deserted.

From the stairs to the dining table, several people in black suits stood in a row, wearing black masks on their faces without any accidents.

Jiang Yimian looked past them, and looked directly at the person sitting at the dining table cooking hot pot.

It was a middle-aged man in his fifties with a strong physique like a mountain.

There are beards on the cheeks, which can barely cover the scars on the face.

"Master Jiu, we're here." Feng Xuan said respectfully.

Hearing this, Feng Xun took the tissue from him and wiped his mouth, then raised his eyes to look at Jiang Yimian.

With a pair of eyes that are trying to suppress the hostility, he seems to be trying to make himself look kinder, but it has little effect.

Jiang Yimian swears that she has never seen such a pair of frightening eyes in her life, and it comes from the most frightening face she has ever seen in this life.

When she was looking at Feng Xun, the other party was also observing her.

A pure white down jacket, a red sweater inside, black pencil pants and a pair of snow boots that look very warm.

The hood of the sweater on her head has not been taken off, and a small bag is protruding from her head, which looks funny and cute.

Such a pretty and refreshing dress was exactly the same as what he had learned from the information.

"Jiang Yimian?" He called her "Miss Jiang" without putting on airs, but he didn't make people feel that he was impolite at all. It seemed that it was weird for a person like him to pay attention to politeness.

His tone could barely be called kind, but Jiang Yimian didn't dare to take it lightly.

She walked towards him and called him like Feng Xuan, "Master Jiu."

"sit."

Jiang Yimian took a glance and found a pair of bowls and chopsticks on the seat directly opposite him, which seemed to be for her.

She sat down as promised, knowing that every big show had to be done slowly.

However, she still asked without giving up, "Where's Feng Beiting?"

"I like to eat fresh meat that has just been cut, how about you?" Feng Xun didn't answer her, but threw another completely unrelated topic.

As he spoke, wisps of mist from the seething pot clung to his mouth like beads of water from his beard.

The lines at the corners of the eyes are a little darker.

Time is something that always takes away the part it wants to take away on time.

Such as youth.

Jiang Yimian withdrew her gaze from his face and didn't answer.

Feng Xun didn't care, he waved his hand, and immediately someone came forward dragging a bag.

Of course, she wasn't so innocent as to think that it was filled with mutton or beef, so when she saw a big living person coming out of it, she didn't show too much surprise other than clenching her fists to look away.

The man was tied up like a turkey about to be put into the oven, struggling on the ground uneasily, but he just writhed on the ground like a caterpillar.

Feng Xun tapped the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks, "Cut two slices for her to try."

"Yes."

Feng Xuan took the plate and knife from the table, and walked up to the tied man step by step.

Jiang Yimian's eyes fell on the two of them, neither avoiding nor dodging.

even--

She rested her chin with both hands, looking interested.

Feng Heng raised the knife and dropped it, only to hear the man scream, and he came back with a blood-stained plate, which contained two slices of blood dripping meat, with a strong bloody smell, making people sick.

Feng Xuan placed the plate by Jiang Yimian's hand, "Miss Jiang, please."

Looking down, she suddenly smiled.

It was the kind of unabashed, aboveboard mockery.

"Master Jiu..." As she spoke, her voice suddenly stopped, "I guess you should be the father Feng Beiting was talking about.

Since I'm his father and I'm his girlfriend, then I won't be so born.

Judging by your age, it is not too much for me to call you Mr. Lou. "

Feng Xun: "..."

Feng Xuan: "..."

He knew that it was definitely not an ordinary girl that the Fourth Young Master could fall in love with.

There are not many people who can talk to Master Jiu so calmly, let alone someone who calls him "Master", she is the only one in the whole world.

Jiang Yimian didn't seem to realize how vague her words were, she continued to say with a smile, "Master, before you sent someone to find me, didn't you do your homework first?"

Feng Xun lit a cigar and asked, "What?"

Jiang Yimian poked the two pieces of blood-stained flesh with chopsticks, and sighed softly, "This is too much.

First of all, I am a forensic doctor, and no one here is more professional than me when it comes to cutting people, so this scene can't calm me at all.

Secondly, if you want to scare other daughters-in-law with a similar method next time, then I suggest that you ask someone to change a rusty blunt knife and stab slowly, so that the bleeding will be more bloody and the pain will be stronger, he shouted It is also tragic enough, and the scary effect is naturally better. "

Feng Xuan:! !

This is the same as the Fourth Young Master, obviously a little pervert.

Feng Xun took another puff of the cigarette, and the white smoke hung in the room, everywhere, like a curtain, neither floating nor floating, motionless.

Jiang Yimian looked at Feng Xun through the smoke, feeling that his rough face was softened a little by the smoke.

The intention was broken, Feng Xun placed his hand on the table with the cigarette in his hand, and the cigar tapped the rim of the cup lightly, making several noises.

Jiang Yimian's eyes turned cold when he heard the knocking sound.

There was something in that voice that she didn't like very much, because it sounded like a cipher.

Feng Xuan stepped forward to pour her a glass of wine, and Feng Xun's voice sounded immediately, "Malmsey wine, try it."

Jiang Yimian just watched and didn't drink.

She is waiting for Feng Xun's next words.

Just like those two pieces of meat, she wasn't really asked to eat it, it was just to scare her.

As if to confirm the conjecture in her heart, Feng Xun's voice sounded slowly, "This white grape variety for winemaking originated in Greece. It is said that in 1480, Clarence, Duke of England, was sentenced to death by the royal family for treason. Given his choice of execution, he ended up drowning in a cask of Malmsey wine.

Drowning...

That taste should be very unpleasant, don't you think? "

Jiang Yimian's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly.

He knew she was afraid of water, so he told her on purpose.

After the threat was over, Feng Xun revealed his true intentions, he opened his lips, his voice was vicissitudes, "I don't agree with you being together."

"Oh."

"You are not suitable."

After pausing at the seat under her body, Jiang Yimian raised her eyes and said seriously, "It's not that Feng Beiting and I are incompatible, but that the Feng family and the Jiang family are incompatible."

There is an essential difference between the two.

Feng Xun didn't seem to take her words seriously, and continued, "I hope you can leave him."

"Then?"

"I can satisfy all your requirements."

"Then I want to be the head of the Feng family." Jiang Yimian said in surprise and endlessly.

Feng Xun's little friends on the side were all stunned.

Dreaming also needs to be measured...

If they didn't know it was impossible, they would even suspect that the person who came was not Jiang Yimian.

How did the Jiang family's upright family style raise such a little devil who didn't follow the rules?
Seeing Feng Xun staring at her, forgetting to smoke, Jiang Yimian smiled even brighter, the pear dimple was deeply sunken inward, like the imprint of victory, "Why? Can't it be done?
But didn't you just say that you can meet all my requirements? "

"Girl, don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine!"

"Punishment and toasts are all wines that drown people. To me, there is no difference." She looked at the wine glass filled with Malmsey wine meaningfully, with a look of refraining from oil and salt.

"Are you going to risk your family against me?"

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　　ps: Second update~ By the way, Mianmian will never let me down O(∩_∩)O haha~ I really like her~
　　
　
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