Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 212
Prison Temple pinched Ji Yaoan's arms with both hands, and directly lifted him down the steps.

"I'll walk you home."

"...No need, I can go back by myself."

Ji Yaoan took two steps past him, then stopped suddenly, "I will return the money to you in two days, thank you."

After speaking, she walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi, got in the car and left.

Looking at the direction in which the taxi left, the smile on his face has not disappeared, and it has even become brighter and more natural.

That originally pretty baby face finally had the charm it should have.

*
The taxi stopped outside the community where Ji Yaoan lived.

She paid the money and got out of the car. The big man's clothes on her body blocked the bitter night wind. She looked down at her own reflection on the road, like a ghost hiding in the night.

She reminded herself in her heart that when she returned the money to the prison temple in a few days, she had to remember to return the clothes.

suddenly!

There was a sound of footsteps behind him.

In the empty residential area, the "creaking" sound of stepping on the snow is especially clear.

Ji Yaoan clenched his hands tightly under his coat, and subconsciously quickened his pace.

She didn't want her arm to be pulled from behind suddenly in the next second.

She turned her head and bit the man's wrist with a "squeaky" bite, the hem of the coat fluttered, and her leg kicked towards the man's lower body.

Prison Temple dodged sideways, looked at her with a smile, "It's me."

His wrist was still bitten by her, but he seemed unconscious, and there was no expression on his brow that could be called "painful".

Ji Yaoan was taken aback, and quickly let go.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

There was blood in her mouth, from the blood on the prison temple's wrist.

"...Yes, I'm sorry." She thought it was a bad guy following her.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

"Are you here to ask for clothes?" Ji Yaoan raised his hand to take off his coat, "I'll give it back to you now."

"No."

Prison held her hand.

He raised his other hand, carrying a small medicine box, "It's time to change the gauze on your forehead."

Hearing this, Ji Yaoan subconsciously raised his hand to touch his forehead.

Worried that she was guarding against him, Prison Temple rarely spoke more, "...I'm not a bad person."

At least not in front of her.

Ji Yaoan looked up at him.

The man in front of him had a very cute baby face. He looked very young, probably not a few years older than her. He spoke innocently and harmlessly, and had nothing to do with the word "bad guy" at all.

But Ji Yaoan knew that this might be an illusion, because if she wanted to, she could also pretend to be pitiful.

but--

"Come with me." Thinking about it carefully, she had nothing to be afraid of.

Her life couldn't get any worse.

Besides, she is not a good person.

Prison Temple followed her with a small medicine box, saw her stepping on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and couldn't help asking her, "Do you want me to carry you?"

Ji Yaoan was taken aback.

carry her? !
While she was in a daze, Prison Temple had already walked up to her and knelt down, "Come on."

Ji Yaoan bent down and looked at his profile, "Are you trying to coax me to take off my clothes?"

Prison Temple:? ?

He shook his head blankly.

Blinking, just when the prison temple thought she was going to reject him, Ji Yaoan suddenly lay on his back and muttered softly, "Drive!"

Prison Temple: "..."

He comforted himself by saying that this is the legendary "becoming a cow and acting like a horse".

When the two returned home, Prison Temple asked Ji Yaoan to sit on the sofa, and he helped her change the gauze on her forehead.

Thinking of something, he suddenly said, "In the future, you can't just take a strange man home, it's very dangerous."

Ji Yaoan didn't move his head, but tried to raise his eyelids to look at him, "You?"

"...I don't count."

"why?"

"I will not hurt you, I will protect you."

"Protect……"

Ji Yaoan repeated these two words in a daze, it was too unfamiliar, she had never heard anyone say it to her.

But now a strange man said this to her, she thought, this man might not be in the right mind.

After Changing the gauze for her, the prison temple accidentally discovered that there were a few red marks on her wrist, which were left by someone pulling her hard.

His eyes gradually cooled down.

Holding Ji Yaoan's hand, Prison Temple squeezed some blood-removing ointment to help her apply it lightly. The voice that used to be so calm that there was no ups and downs suddenly mixed with some emotions, "How did you do it?"

"Ma Mei pulled it." After a pause, she added, "It's the one who gave birth to me."

She got the address of her residence from nowhere, and came here today to block her, insisting on letting her go home with her.

When she refused, Ma Mei dragged her and refused to let her go upstairs. When the two were fighting, someone passing by called the police.

Ji Yaoan didn't want to trouble Jiang Lan.

There were only three people's contact information in her address book, except for Jiang Lan and Jiang Yimian, there was only one "Su Fu" who had never met before, that's why the phone call later.

Then--

There is the current situation again.

Prison Temple was silent.

Su Fu had been watching Jiang Lan's line all the time, so he didn't pay much attention to the matter about Ji Yao'an.

Now when she mentioned that her mother's tone was full of indifference and disgust, he hesitated and asked seriously, "You hate her?"

Ji Yaoan shook his head with a surly smile, "I don't hate her, I hate her.

I can't wait for her to die! "

"Then let me kill her for you."

Ji Yaoan:! !
It's true, this man is really sick.

Seeing that Ji Yaoan looked at him silently, Prison Temple thought she agreed, so he further confirmed the details with her, "How do you want her to die? Should she die simply, or be tortured to death?"

"you……"

"Don't worry, I'm a professional."

"..."

He was just kidding her.

Thinking of this, Ji Yaoan raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, then you can kill her.

As for the way of death, you can do whatever you want. "

"Okay, then remember to watch the news these two days." After taking the medicine, Prison Temple put her hands back on her own knees, "I'm leaving."

"Wait a moment!"

Ji Yaoan stopped him, took out a pen and paper and wrote something quickly, and handed it to him together with his coat.

Prison Temple took over, a little square.

What Ji Yaoan wrote was an IOU.

Her salary has not yet been paid, and the money in her hand is living expenses, which is not enough to pay him back, so she can only give him an IOU first.

Prison Temple carefully folded the IOU and put it in his pocket, saying, "182****2526, my number, please write it down, and call me anytime."

"Oh."

Prison Temple held his hand on the doorknob, and couldn't help but glance back at her again, "...bye."

It was the first time he said such a thing to someone, and it felt very novel.

A few minutes after the prison temple left, Ji Yaoan received a notification message on his mobile phone.

【您尾号3166的建设银行储蓄卡账户2月28日21时47分收入人民币100000.00元，活期余额100000.00元。】

Ji Yaoan:! ! ? ?
Some criminal group used her card to launder money?

However, money laundering seems to be too little, it must be the wrong money remittance.

Just thinking this way, she received another message from an unfamiliar number.

[Pocket money. 】

The ending number is "2526", which is the number of the prison temple.

It was the first time in Ji Yaoan's life that she saw so much money, so much that she had to count the zeros one by one.

Her lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were filled with great doubts.

she is...

Being taken care of by that brother?

This idea came to mind, Ji Yaoan was not angry at being insulted, instead she was still thinking about whether to use this money to pay back what Jiang Yimian owed...

*
When WeChat received Ji Yaoan's transfer, Jiang Yimian didn't see it.

She is having a family meeting with Yuan Qiong and Jiang Su in their bedroom.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother heard her explain their intentions, and they looked at each other in shock, "Engagement?!"

Seeing that the two of them were obviously surprised but not happy, Jiang Yimian hooked her lips guiltyly, bit her lower lip, and continued, "Don't be so surprised... I'm talking about engagement, not marriage... "

"But didn't you just confirm that the relationship hasn't been long?"

"Xiao Mian, Dad also thinks your decision is a bit hasty, why don't you think it over again?" The relationship between the two children is progressing so fast, he is worried that there will be problems in the future.

Hearing this, Jiang Yimian thought that this was no longer hasty, if it dragged on, she felt that Feng Beiting's illnesses would be as frequent as eating, and sooner or later his family would find out.

"Dad, Mom, I've thought it through." Jiang Yimian said firmly.

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　　ps: Three more~
　　In fact, I don’t know if you have noticed, the Jiang family is very normal when it comes to feelings, but there are no normal people around Feng Simi because no one taught them how to love someone, they all figured it out on their own O(∩_∩) Oh haha~
　　Now a new little pervert has been added~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)