The chief concubine of the foodie king

Chapter 266 Snoring

"Did your adoptive father ask you to do this?" Yan Jin asked.

"No, my mother told me to do this!" Mingming turned the stick in her hand to another direction and continued to sharpen.

Zheng Feixu?Yan Jin thought of the flirtatious woman who killed her husband and abandoned her son. It turned out that all the hatred Mingming had towards her was passed on by her!
"Is your mother okay?" Yan Jin asked softly after deliberation. She seemed to remember that Zheng Feixu hit the wall back then. Although she was rescued, she also suffered from sequelae.

"Okay, very good! My brother has completely cured her illness!"

"That's good." Yan Jin replied softly, it seems that Jian Xunchuan forgave Zheng Feixu.

"My brother just ruined my mother's face, now my mother is a bit scary..." Mingming murmured.

Yan Jin was silent, she knew that for Zheng Feixu, it was a more painful punishment than death!
Mingming stood up and stepped on the soil on the ground with her toes, "It should be fine."

Looking at the ground like a needle board, Yan Jin felt trembling all over. Could this be the legendary rolling nail board?
Mingming took out some red from the small wooden barrel on one side, and swung the disgusting liquid towards Yan Jin's side. Yan Jin's chest was suddenly scarlet, very scary.

The pungent smell came into his nose, which made Yan Jin feel sick and wanted to vomit. It turned out that it was blood that had been stored for at least two days.

Looking at Yan Jin, who was covered in blood, the smile on Mingming's face gradually widened, "Father said, when that man comes to save you, he will definitely go crazy when he sees this scene."

"Damn it, who is your adoptive father?" There was no trace of calmness on Yan Jin's face anymore, she was completely irritated.

"Unexpectedly, 12 years have not curbed your fiery temper!" A gentle male voice sounded from the other side of the forest, followed by a sound of trampling dry leaves.

Yan Jin's heart shuddered, the warm voice made her heart no longer warm, she seemed to know who was coming, pulled the corner of her bloodshot mouth, showed an awkward smile, and slowly turned her head behind her.

Behind him, Lin Zi slowly stepped out of a tall middle-aged man in a tight gown with gold trim around his waist. The sun shone on his face, causing him to narrow his eyes slightly. There were light marks on his fair face, years of frost had made his complexion a little darker, and the well-growed mustache gave him a mature and steady aura.

Stepping on dead leaves, the middle-aged man approached, "Long time no see, Miss Yun Er!"

Yan Jin smiled and watched him walk in front of her, squatting in front of her.

"Hehe, Uncle Meng, you have mistaken me, my surname is not Yun!"

Looking at the middle-aged Feng Yijun, Yan Jin decided to pretend to be a fool first, if he can get away with it, he is lucky, if not, he will recruit again!
"I know your surname is not Yun, but your surname is Yan. You have a very ironic name, Yan Jin!" Feng Yijun chuckled.

When Yan Jin heard his chuckle, she couldn't help frowning. 12 years ago, as long as she heard him make such a fake smile without warmth and emotion, she knew that something was going to happen. Times have changed, and his personality is still a little bit None changed.

"Since you already know that I'm not Miss Yun Er, why are you arresting me?" With an idiotic smile, he asked two hundred and five questions.

Feng Yijun didn't answer her, but stretched out his hand to her cheek and stroked it gently, then gently tucked the thin hair scattered around her cheek behind her ear, with a seemingly gentle obsession in her eyes.

However, Yan Jin did not fall into this kind of tenderness, on the contrary, she broke into a cold sweat from fright. This is clearly the calm before the storm!She smiled resentfully, and tried her best to lean back to escape from his touch.

"If you fall back again, can I take this as an invitation to me?" Feng Yijun looked at Yan Jin's acrobatic posture, which was indeed provocative.

"Boom!" When Yan Jin, who was originally tilted at more than 160 degrees, heard this, his nerves broke, and he instantly turned into a 180-degree lying flat on the ground, making a dull collision sound.

"It seems that you really can't wait!" Feng Yijun continued to tease her.

Yan Jin's hands were tied behind her back, and she could only struggle to get up from the ground. When she sat down, her forehead was already dripping with sweat. "Uncle, it's okay, don't make such jokes, it's not funny!"

Feng Yijun was silent for a moment, staring at her.

He suddenly reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look directly at him, but his tone was so gentle.

"Tell me, are you a human or a demon? Why can you escape from death? Why can you change your appearance?"

Yan Jin breathed with some difficulty, "Can I tell you, am I from the sky?"

"Hehe, yes, then can I ask, which immortal's mount are you?" Feng Yijun answered the question with a smile, ha, 12 years later, she is still so shameless.

Yan Jin tried hard to control the urge to roll her eyes, cursing in her heart: You are the mount!
"Uncle, I'm serious, you really have the wrong person."

Feng Yijun stared closely at her bright eyes, as if looking for signs of lies.

Yan Jin bravely met his scrutinizing gaze, with a frank face, innocent eyes, and calm facial features, but she thought to herself, with her current expression and acting skills, even if she wins an Oscar, it will not be a problem!
Obviously Feng Yijun failed, from her pure and innocent eyes, he didn't notice anything.

Sword eyebrows frowned slightly. If she was pretending, she was pretending too much. Even if Yun Yurou knew how to pretend back then, it was impossible for her to pretend so flawlessly.

Yan Jin seemed to have seen through Feng Yijun's thoughts, and secretly smiled in her heart, of course she is better at pretending now than Yun Yurou was back then, Yun Yurou was just a skin she borrowed, and now she is her real body , but after long-term training.

"Are you really admitting your mistake? You will know when he comes. Even if you are really wrong, as long as you make him go crazy, the fake will become true!" Feng Yijun let go of the hand that was holding Yan Jin's chin.

"Uncle, may I ask curiously, how did you find me? And how could you have misunderstood me?" Yan Jin scratched the tiger's beard again without fear of death.

"Since you have asked this question, I will tell you kindly that you will die in peace!" Feng Yijun clapped both hands, and a man walked out from the other side of the forest.

The man walked up to Feng Yijun and bowed respectfully.

Looking at the man, Yan Jin just opened his eyes, full of confusion.Isn't he Feng Yijun's personal running dog No. [-] Zuohui?

Looking at Yan Jin's confused eyes, Feng Yijun slightly frowned, "You don't know him?"

Yan Jin was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and smiled flatteringly at Feng Yijun, "I don't know him, but this uncle is quite handsome. Of course, he is much inferior to you, Uncle Meng!"

(End of this chapter)