Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 167 He cured her years of obsessive-compulsive disorder

"Don't mention it..." Jiang Yimian said in a sad tone, "I accidentally dropped my phone in the sink."

"Then why can't Su Fu get through on the phone?" Jiang Zhuo couldn't help asking from the side.

"Her phone is out of battery, and we just got home to charge it, otherwise we would have called you sooner." While talking, a man's voice sounded from Jiang Yimian's side, saying, "Your takeaway has been delivered." Here, I wish you a pleasant meal," and then she said excitedly, "I won't tell you, we ordered a barbecue, I'll go eat first.

Bye-Bye. "

With a "click", she hung up the phone first.

Jiang Lan silently locked the phone, still with the same cool look as before, as if Jiang Yimian's phone call would not affect him in any way.

Knowing that Jiang Yimian was just playing crazy with friends outside, Yan Mei and Yin Wu couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, and each went about their own affairs.

Jiang Zhuo, on the other hand, always felt that something was weird.

After cutting Jiang Nuo's nails, Jiang Lan led him upstairs, and his eyes became complicated after turning his back.

He had been called by an unfamiliar number before, but he didn't hear it at the Muse, and when he went back there was no one there.

He guessed that maybe it was Xiao Mian who called him.

As for the pass just now...

It was Xiao Mian's voice that came over the phone, but it wasn't her own.

She never called herself "Mian Mian" in front of him, it was very suspicious.

This person called Su Fu according to the request he had left for Su Fu, that is to say, the person who pretended to be Xiao Mian and called him was arranged by Su Fu.

Inexplicably, Jiang Lan remembered the novel written by Su Fu.

Jiang Fengmian was abducted several times by Feng Yiting. In order not to arouse suspicion from the outside world, he found someone with a very similar voice to pretend to be him to contact the outside world, and perfectly deceived everyone.

Thinking of the time when Jiang Yimian was alone in Los Angeles, Jiang Lan's eyes darkened.

There are too many coincidences between reality and fiction...

If everything was as he expected, then he couldn't imagine how deep Xiao Mian's feelings for that person were.

I don't know if it's good or bad.

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Throughout the night, Jiang Yimian and Feng Beiting slept together, wild and sweet, between joy and sinking, between fire and water.

He tied his heart to hers and tied a strong knot.

And thus two hearts will unite in dreams to beat back the darkness, like a double-sided drum in the forest against a thick wall of leaves against dampness, so that their sleep, with a single key, a door closed by shadows, Answer the questions that sparkle in the starry sky.

Their dreams will be one in body or mind, high as branches moved by the same wind, low as roots of trees touching.

Perhaps at first, her dreams drifted away from his, while he searched for her across the dark sea.

Neither night nor day can separate them.

He will receive her kisses moistened by the dawn.

The curtains were not drawn, and there was only the moon outside the window except for the dark sky.

His hand moved and began to strike the dawn, offering tribute to the unfathomable river in the shadow of the sky.

All yesterday fades away in the fingers of light and in the eyes of sleep,
Morning will come on the footsteps of snow.

She is the vibration of time, passing between the vertical light and the dark sun.

The sky folded its wings above her,
Guided her, carried her into his arms,
With its punctual, mysterious etiquette.

So he jumped for joy, facing the sun, facing the moon,

To the sea, to time, to all the stars,
To her voice by day and skin by night.

In the end, she slept peacefully in the embrace of his arms, and he pushed away the shadow for her, allowing her to rest peacefully...

Staring at the sky outside the window in a daze, Jiang Yimian blinked his sleepy eyes, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

She suddenly felt that she was a little hypocritical in the past.

If you can't fall asleep if you don't draw the curtains tightly at night, then you are not sleepy!

Even if she was so sleepy with this virtue, she would be able to sleep with a few thousand watts of incandescent light in her eyes.

and--

She felt that Feng Beiting cured her obsessive-compulsive disorder for many years.

She didn't wrap herself into a spring roll with a quilt at all last night, or it should be said that she never touched the quilt.

What did Feng Beiting tell her when she said she was going to sleep under the quilt...

"Mianmian, cover me up to sleep.

The quilt will show gaps when you move it, but I won't. "

Jiang Yimian: "..."

Listen, this is still a human language!
Later, Feng Beiting proved with his actual actions that not only did he not speak human words, but he also did not handle human affairs.

Jiang Yimian didn't sleep well all night, he wouldn't exaggerate like a perpetual motion machine without resting his breath, but the problem is that he really doesn't sleep much, not only he doesn't sleep, but he also doesn't let her sleep.

He pokes and cuckoos, pinches her for a while, and kisses her for a while, which annoys her.

So, this evening was spent warmly and funnyly in Fourth Young Master Feng's teasing, beating, hey hey, more teasing, beating, and hey hey.

When the first ray of sunlight entered the bedroom in the morning, Feng Beiting leaned over and kissed Jiang Yimian's forehead, and pulled his arm out from under her body.

His movements were already very gentle, but he still disturbed her.

She didn't even open her eyes, and greeted him with a "slap", which was obviously a conditioned reflex that she practiced that night.

Looking at his arm with five fingerprints instantly imprinted on it, he smiled helplessly.

little hedgehog...

Before getting out of bed, he pulled the quilt aside and rolled up Jiang Yimian tightly, like wrapping a doll.

Unsurprisingly, he was slapped twice again.

He shook his head and laughed, and the smile in his eyes was even wider.

After a brief shower, he changed into a set of light gray house clothes, and by the way, found a change of clothes for Jiang Yimian and put them on the stool at the end of the bed.

He went to the kitchen to make breakfast, and when he passed the living room, he glanced at the mobile phone that he threw on the sofa last night, and paused slightly.

With a tap of your fingertips, the screen lights up.

Several missed calls came into view.

It's Jiang Lan's number.

Thinking of his elegant uncle, Feng Beiting groaned.

In fact, he wanted to thank him very much, but obviously now is not a good time.

I just slept with my younger sister, so coming to thank her now always feels like provocation.

Originally, he didn't intend to go so fast...

It's all the old man's fault!
The last time he went back to Chicago, he secretly tried to go to see Mianmian, but he stopped him in the end.

This time the old man came to City A, he didn't know it, and people kept staring at him from the beginning, but the other party didn't make any moves, so he didn't waste any more manpower, and pulled everyone back.

Unexpectedly, he still took advantage of the loophole.

When Mianmian was taken away by the old man's men yesterday, Yunque was going to make a move, but the old fox actually contacted the police secretly. There were police nearby, so Yunque didn't dare to act rashly, fearing to cause unnecessary trouble.

He was sure that the old man didn't dare to hurt Mianmian, he was just afraid that he would talk nonsense in front of her.

after all--

He also knew a little about what happened back then.

After breaking two eggs into the pot, Feng Beiting's eyes were full of memories.

In fact, he arrived at the Muse early yesterday, but Mianmian had already taken the initiative at that time, so he was in no hurry to show up.

It was interesting to see the old man deflate.

He didn't show up until the topic gradually got out of control, and then it got out of control.

Fortunately, his family Mian Mian is not the kind of girl who loves to be angry and play tricks, otherwise she wouldn't be able to break up with him after this night.

But thinking about it carefully, Feng Beiting understood that if his family Mianmian was really like that, he probably wouldn't have dared to be with him from the very beginning.

The oil is in the pan, the eggs are on the oil, and there are "sizzling" and "sizzling" sounds.

He turned the egg over, and it was golden, like the round golden sun outside the window.

Feng Beiting warmed up two cups of milk and some slices of toast. The hands of the clock in the living room pointed to eight o'clock. He turned off the fire and walked into the bedroom.

Jiang Yimian is sleeping in the sweet fragrance.

There was a faint blue color in the eyes, obviously because he didn't have a good rest last night.

She was curled up in the quilt like a baby, a corner of the quilt had already hung on the carpet, and a section of white and smooth calf was exposed outside, gilded with a layer of light.

Feng Beiting sat down by the bed, hugged her and sat up from the bed.

"Mianmian, Mianmian." He patted her face lightly, his voice was as soft as water dripping, "Wake up and eat some breakfast before going to sleep."

The one who responded to him was Jiang Yimian who closed his eyes and slapped him.

With a "snap", Feng Beiting was stunned.

If he hadn't seen her still sleeping deeply, he would have suspected that she did it on purpose.

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　　ps: Second update~
　　
　
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