Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 187 Little brother, my name is Jiang Yimian

Xiang Lin stood by the pool, looking down at Jiang Yimian who fell into the water, with a sneer on her lips.

She knew that Jiang Yimian was afraid of water, so she bumped her down on purpose.

She didn't think about how much it would really hurt her. After all, the water in the pool was only one meter deep, and an adult would choke on a few sips of water at most if he fell in. As long as he stood up, he would be fine.

She just wanted to see Jiang Yimian take off the perfect disguise on her face, show a panicked expression, struggle to survive at her feet, trembling.

For Xiang Lin, this is just a prank.

Even if the members of the Jiang family knew about it, it wouldn't be good to go online and make things worse.

She has no fear at all.

Slowly squatting down by the pool, she pursed her lips and looked at the rippling water surface, her smile trembling.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a waiter running towards her. She smiled, pretending to be worried, "Someone fell into the water! Come and help!"

Before she finished speaking, she saw a black figure galloping past her, and the wind brought her long skirt to flutter.

Skylark jumped into the pool and hugged Jiang Yimian by the waist.

She choked on the water and coughed desperately.

The eyes were tightly closed, the eyelashes drooped wetly, and the hanging water droplets did not know whether it was pool water or tears.

Her face was pale and almost transparent, her hands were tightly clutching Lark's clothes, her body was shaking, it was unknown whether it was because of the cold or fear.

Skylark's arms tightened slightly, and his face was colder than ever before.

He hugged Jiang Yimian and left quickly. When he passed by Xiang Lin, he glanced at Xiang Lin with a cold look, and suddenly kicked her into the pool, "You wait to die!"

Not only Xiang Lin, but also him.

He's dead too...

When carrying the dazed Jiang Yimian all the way out of the hotel lobby, Yunque even thought about what material to choose for his coffin.

The closer he got to the car, the weaker his legs became.

In fact, he didn't dare to tell Miss Jiang just now that his fourth young master not only sent him to protect her, but also came himself, in the car downstairs.

From a distance, the prison temple saw the skylark.

The long skirt with a large trailing tail was dragged on the ground, and the lower body was wet, like a peacock that fell into the water.

When he saw clearly that the person in Yunque's arms was Jiang Yimian, his elbow on the steering wheel slid suddenly, and the car horn rang unsuspectingly, making Fourth Young Master Feng, who was flipping through Jiang Yimian's photo album in the back seat, lower his eyebrows , lazily raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Prison Temple's gaze met his in the rearview mirror, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Fourth, fourth young master...Jiang, Miss Jiang..." He stretched out his hand tremblingly, pointing to the skylark not far away and Jiang Yimian in his arms.

Following the direction of the prison temple's finger, Feng Beiting casually looked over, but his eyes suddenly froze.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and the phone in his hand dropped with a "click".

Those eyes that were shining brightly seemed to suddenly change color, dark and bloody, full of hostility.

Feng Beiting got out of the car and took Jiang Yimian from Yunque. Yunque kept his head down from the beginning to the end, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

If someone asked Skylark if he knew what a demon returning from hell looked like, he would nod his head in the affirmative.

You know, the fourth youngest of their family is.

The only difference is that this man named "Feng Beiting" only became a demon for one person.

And now, something happened to that person...

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Sitting on the back seat with Jiang Yimian in his arms, Feng Beiting took off her wet dress and wrapped her in his coat like a baby.

His jaw was tense, as if trying to suppress something.

His hands seemed a little unsteady, and the button had to be fastened a few times before it was fastened.

Jiang Yimian frowned, her eyes did not open, and she seemed not very conscious.

In fact, she just choked on a few sips of water and coughed up. She should be fine, but she seemed to be in some kind of nightmare and couldn't wake up for a while.

"Mianmian..."

Feng Beiting brushed her cheek with his hand and found that her face was very hot.

His heart tightened, and he pressed his palm against her forehead, the temperature was frighteningly high.

Prison Temple obviously felt that the air pressure in the car was low, and before Feng Beiting gave orders, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The black coupe sped past on the road, and the headlights turned into a dancing beam of light.

Feng Beiting took Jiang Yimian to the Muse bar.

On the way, he contacted Feng Dongshi, so when they arrived, the latter was already waiting for them at the bar.

Originally Feng Xun saw his eldest son, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, come here, and thought that he came to see him because of conscience, but it turned out that he was just pretending to be affectionate.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the youngest son come back with his youngest daughter-in-law in his arms, which made him confused.

"What's wrong with Xiao Mianmian?!" He greeted him with a worried face, "Son..."

Feng Beiting didn't seem to see him, and just passed him and walked in.

Seeing this, when Feng Xun turned to Feng Dong, "Son, you..."

Feng Dongshi ignored him and followed Feng Beiting inside.

Feng Xun instantly lost his face.

He slapped Feng Huan who was next to him with a "slap", which stunned him, "Jiu, Lord Jiu?"

What are you doing?

"Can you see me?" Feng Xun had a questioning expression on his face.

"……certainly."

"That's good..." He breathed a sigh of relief, and went upstairs with his hands behind his hands, "These unfilial sons dare to ignore me!"

"..."

Are you ignoring me too?
You slapped me for no reason, have you considered my feelings?Do you take me as a character?

Rubbing his beaten face with a sad face, Feng Huan followed Feng Xun upstairs.

He had just stepped on the first step when his footsteps suddenly stopped.

He turned his head slightly, and said seriously to the person next to him, "Keep your eyes bright, and don't let people in who shouldn't be let in."

These two are here, it might not be peaceful tonight...

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Jiang Yimian had a high fever, 39°2. She was so feverish that she was unconscious and confused, her eyes were closed tightly, like two gray wings.

Feng Beiting sat by the bed, watching the liquid medicine in the infusion tube drop drop by drop.

The room is quiet, love and pain are asleep, night turns its invisible wheels, she is pure as sleeping amber beside him.

No one else will sleep in his dreams, no one will accompany him through the shadows, but she, like the eternal moon.

The night was quiet and deep, but there was a huge wave in his heart.

Jiang Yimian seemed to be in a coma, and kept muttering nonsense, others couldn't understand, but he understood.

She said, "Little brother...my name is Jiang Yimian...

Ginger is the ginger of green onion, ginger, and garlic, and it is also the same as that of people who say what they say, and Mian is the Mian of the sleeping flowers and willows. "

"You look so good-looking. I will marry you when I grow up. Remember to marry me."

"This pendant is for you. It was specially made for me by my parents when I was born. It is the initial of the last letter of my name, M.

In case I accidentally forget you when we grow up, just take out this pendant, and I will recognize you.

But you are so beautiful, I will never forget you..."

She said many things intermittently, and the introductory words did not match the last words, but what Feng Beiting heard was such words, because it was like this deep in her memory.

Those words are the belief and courage that support him to live, and the edge of life and death echoed in his mind countless times, reminding him that there is a girl with deep pears waiting for him to marry her.

In those years that were far away from her, he quietly watched the seasons change, and sometimes he couldn't help opening the drawer of memory.

That time seemed unprecedented, and it seemed like it always had been.

He thought about it so many times that in the end, he himself couldn't tell whether those words really came from Mian Mian's mouth or just his delusions.

At those times, the loneliness was always too long, and what couldn't go away was the sadness like fog.

"Mianmian, I'm here to marry you..."

Feng Beiting held Jiang Yimian's hot hand, and his slightly cool lips pressed against her brow.

She said that if she forgot about him, she would let him take out the pendant to recognize her. That was a casual sentence, but none of them thought that it would become a prophecy.

And what Feng Beiting didn't expect was that even if Jiang Yimian saw the necklace, he still didn't remember every detail about him.

The image of him in her heart was like the blurry path he walked when he left, quietly wiped away by a light green spring.

Then he was not even a memory in her heart...

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　　ps: One update~
　　Remember the question about guessing the necklace before~ The answer is Mianmian gave it to Feng Simei~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)