Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 163

Feng Beiting didn't even look at Feng Xun, he walked past him and walked towards Jiang Yimian, the coldness all over his body melted when he hugged her into his arms.

Jiang Yimian clearly felt that his hands holding her were trembling.

She stood on tiptoe, sent herself into his arms, and put her arms around his thin waist.

The circle formed by the arms just hugged him, just right, so fit.

She smelled a crisp breath on his clothes, it was the wind and snow that only belonged to winter, it was cool, but she didn't feel cold, instead she felt a little warm in her heart.

Being hugged by him is like sitting next to the stove with a quilt on a cold windy night, holding a cup of warm milk tea in her hand, the curling hot air envelops her eyebrows and eyes, and the eyes are shining with contented light.

Her small white hands patted his waist, and Jiang Yimian comforted Feng Beiting in turn, "Okay, okay, I'm fine, look at me, I'm fine."

"Yes, yes, yes, Xiao Mianmian is doing well here, and we hit it off."

The one who responded to him was Feng Beiting who kicked the dining table over with a "bang", the hot and bright red soup dripped all over the floor, and the cups, plates and bowls shattered on the floor, making Jiang Yimian tremble one time.

Who knows-

She wasn't the only one trembling.

Feng Xun was also taken aback, and "whoosh" jumped behind Feng You, looking at Feng Beiting vigilantly, like a mouse seeing a cat.

At that moment, Jiang Yimian felt like whistling.

She never expected this development.

Feng Huan stood between Feng Xun and Feng Beiting, inexplicably like a husband caught between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, his eyes were full of embarrassment, "Fourth Young Master...Jiuye didn't mean anything malicious..."

Feng Beiting patted Jiang Yimian on the back reassuringly, and shot Feng Xun with sharp eyes like two knives.

"Step aside!"

"Four young masters..."

Before Feng Xuan could finish his sentence, Feng Beiting punched him in the stomach.

He covered his stomach in pain and curled up like a shrimp.

Seeing this, Feng Xun was still dying, "Son, I really didn't do anything, I don't believe you asked Xiao Mianmian.

Right, daughter-in-law, let's just chat. "

After the words fell, everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Yimian.

Miss Jiang blinked her round almond eyes, and looked at Feng Xun innocently. She looked innocent and harmless, but what she said was not the case.

She grabbed Feng Beiting's sleeve and said timidly, "Master, he didn't say anything special..."

"Right, right, look, look."

"He just made me eat human flesh and threatened to drown me in wine.

He also said to let me leave you, otherwise I would hurt my family. "

Feng Xun:! !

not like this!Listen to me explain!
Feng Xuan was on the sidelines and almost knelt down to Jiang Yimian.

This operation was really unexpected. He thought she would help Jiu Ye cover it up, but it turned out that it was just adding insult to injury.

Looking at it this way, it feels more suitable for his family's Fourth Young Master.

"Son, don't get me wrong, I was joking with Xiao Mianmian, how could I scare her." With that frightening expression on his face, Feng Xun's performance really failed his intimidating temperament.

Jiang Yimian hid behind Feng Beiting, sticking out her tongue at him mischievously.

Feng Xun is so angry that his lungs are about to explode.

"Wait for me here." Putting these words down in a gentle tone, Feng Beiting turned to look at Feng Xunshi with a terribly cold gaze.

He grabbed Feng Xun's collar and dragged him to the dark wine cabinet, "Come here!"

Looking at their backs with a confident face, Jiang Yimian picked up a round orange from the ground, peeled it slowly and ate it.

Feng Xuan glanced at her curiously, feeling admiration for her spontaneously.

Aware of his gaze, Jiang Yimian handed him half of the peeled orange, "Here, it's quite sweet."

"……thanks."

Feng Xuan took it, broke off a piece and put it into his mouth from the lower edge of the mask.

Jiang Yimian showed disappointment.

Also, he would take off his mask when eating, so she could take the opportunity to see his face.

"Brother, what's your name?" Jiang Yimian chatted with Feng Beiting during the break.

"Sealed."

"Brother Feng Huan, why is Uncle Feng so afraid of Feng Beiting?" She thought that he would be unable to handle Feng Beiting, but she never expected it to be this style of painting.

Kind of pathetic, but more than funny.

Hearing this, Feng Xuan didn't know whether it was because he was nervous or what happened, he squeezed the orange petals out of the water with a "thud".

Smacking his lips twice, he seemed to be thinking about how to answer Jiang Yimian's question, "Let me tell you this, except for the other three young masters, there is no one in the Feng family who is not afraid of the Fourth Young Master."

"What are you afraid of him?"

He glanced behind him vigilantly, making sure that Feng Beiting didn't show up, then lowered his voice and said, "Pervert."

Just like you.

You two are a match made in heaven.

But Feng Xuan didn't say the latter sentence.

Jiang Yimian wanted to ask again, but saw Feng Beiting coming out from behind the wine cabinet, his knee-length gray coat slapping on his knees as he walked.

He walked in front of Jiang Yimian in a few steps, feeling like the wind was blowing under his feet.

"Walk."

Jiang Yimian was dragged all the way out of the basement by him, and had to trot to keep up with him.

"Feng Beiting..."

He dragged her all the way into the car and slammed the door shut with a bang.

The moment her lips were kissed, Jiang Yimian couldn't help but put down the hand that was about to push Feng Beiting away, and put her arms around his neck instead.

She guessed that he was probably afraid...

And what she is more afraid of now is whether he has fallen ill again?

Along the way, Feng Beiting was unusually silent, he just hugged her and refused to let go, Jiang Yimian didn't know where he was taking her, and didn't ask.

Suddenly remembered something, she quickly took out the phone.

She has to delete the pre-sent text messages quickly, otherwise the world will be in chaos later.

Seeing her take out her mobile phone, Feng Beiting snatched it with calm eyes.

"Hey!" Jiang Yimian's gaze followed his hand, "Give me back the phone, I have something urgent!"

He suddenly pressed down on the car window, and threw her phone out through the car window with a "swoosh". A car was speeding past, crushing the fuselage to pieces.

Jiang Yimian: "..."

She couldn't even tell whether she should breathe a sigh of relief or feel sorry for her recently changed mobile phone.

Looking at Feng Beiting's gloomy eyebrows, Miss Jiang sighed faintly in her heart, thinking that he had most likely fallen ill again.

"Well... what have you been talking about with your father..."

Feng Beiting pinched her waist slightly, but did not answer.

"Why haven't I seen Skylark?" According to the speed at which he appeared, he probably didn't just know that he was "invited" to the Muse bar just now.

It was only just now that she realized that the video of Feng Beiting's injury should have been recorded last time, not now.

Thinking of the whip wound on his back, Jiang Yimian couldn't help asking him, "Why did he beat you that time?"

quiet--

Feng Beiting remained silent.

After about ten minutes' drive, Jiang Yimian was brought to a duplex apartment.

Before she could take a closer look at the decoration and furnishings of the room, Feng Beiting picked her up from behind and walked into the bedroom with a few steps and threw her on the bed.

The mattress was soft, and she felt as if she had sunk into a pit covered with marshmallows, which bounced back and sent her back to "ground level."

Jiang Yimian got up from the bed with both hands and feet, and saw Feng Beiting looking down at her from above, with excitement and madness that she was not familiar with in the amber eyes.

The four eyes met, and a vulgar line inexplicably appeared in Jiang Yimian's mind: Little fairy, I won't let you sleep tonight.

She swallowed, feeling her throat tighten, "I think...we both need to calm down now..."

Feng Beiting ignored her and took off his coat by standing in front of the bed.

Then there are the shirts.

With well-articulated fingers, he gently opened the crystal buttons of the neckline, one after another, lazy and undisciplined, yet revealing an undeniable firmness.

Looking at the beautiful lines of his abdominal muscles, Jiang Yimian's backing movement suddenly stopped.

Once again she felt herself being seduced.

Feng Beiting took her hand and pressed it on his body, his sexy voice added a bit of allure, "Mianmian, do I look good?"

"...Yeah." She nodded in a daze.

"Then you want to have me?"

"Forehead……"

She hesitated for a moment, but Feng Beiting's expression changed instantly.

A beautiful hand pressed on her shoulder, and with a slight push, Jiang Yimian fell back on the bed again like a tumbler.

He grabbed her wrist and nailed it to the top of his head, his eyes darkened, "Mianmian, I don't accept rejection.

So, you don't have to. "

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