Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 1 Mianmian, long time no see

Is there a person in this world who regards you as his life and you regard him as sick?

There are endless scenery in the world, and he has the feeling of loving you forever...

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"Miss, would you like something to drink?"

The flight attendant's gentle and sweet voice sounded above her head, calling back Jiang Yimian's slightly wandering thoughts.

She shook her head and grinned, "Thank you."

After the stewardess left, she slumped on her seat bored and took out two leaflets from her bag. They were forcibly stuffed by others on the way to the airport.

She rarely looked at such things carefully, and only looked at them when she couldn't find anything to hate.

Of course, it’s just a look, thinking about which side is more beautiful to expose when you origami the boat later.

This is a habit of hers, she likes to fold things when she is bored.

In Jiang Yimian's eyes, everything can be folded.

Folded a paper boat, two little frogs, three little trotters...

Suddenly, there was a light laughter from the side.

Jiang Yimian subconsciously turned her head to look, her beautiful almond eyes were full of doubts.

Who is laughing at Ben Gong?

The four eyes met, and the man tried his best to hold back his smile, "It's very cute, your hands are very skillful."

She raised her eyebrows, noncommittal.

"Go to Los Angeles to study?" He looked at her very young.

Ripped jeans, a pure white T-shirt, and a peaked cap on her head. The pattern is a cute little skull, and the brim of the hat is pressed down so low that he can only see her milk tea-colored lips and her words that appear and disappear from time to time. shallow pear vortex.She seems to be a girl with a lot of personality, loves to play crazy, so it should be easy to get her hands on.

The man was thinking about it, and heard her say, "Business trip."

Her voice is clear, like a lark.

"You already work?!" It doesn't look like that, "What do you do?"

Origami's hand paused, Jiang Yimian turned to look at him, and put her index finger on the brim of the hat from bottom to top, revealing a pair of eyes full of aura, smiling faintly.

The man watched, his breath stagnant.

It was a small, delicate, energetic face with big eyes, three-dimensional features, and graceful lines like a Cremona violin.

Jiang Yimian's appearance is not suitable to be described as "beautiful", it is more cute.

The forehead is full, the nose is straight, and the facial features are very good-looking. When combined together, it is the kind of beauty that makes people feel very comfortable.

There are two kinds of women's beauty, one is enviable and the other is lovable.

Jiang Yimian is the latter.

She is a bit baby fat, and has a small round face, so chubby that it looks like a pinch.

The man's fingertips moved slightly, and he also had this impulse.

It's so cute that it's foul...

Seeing his reaction fully, Miss Jiang blinked and threw out two words, "Guess."

"Hmm..." The man pondered for a while, and asked tentatively, "Teacher?"

I feel that she should be very pleasing to children.

Jiang Yimian shook his head.

Children or something, the most annoying.

"Is that a nurse?"

"Related."

"Doctor? Right?" The man chuckled, feeling that he had guessed right.

Jiang Yimian also laughed, shaking the little skull on the zipper of the backpack, and said to him mischievously, "That's right, but most of the people I've seen are dead."

man:"……"

The smile gradually became solidified.

"Miss, you...you are so humorous..." silently wiped off his sweat.

"I'm not joking with you. I'm serious." In order to prove what she said was true, Ms. Jiang explained in detail a case that she had dissected in detail for this gentleman who had the courage to talk to her from the perspective of a forensic doctor. , "A murder caused by striking up a conversation", the victim was a man who struck up a conversation with the murderer.

Then--

Jiang Yimian enjoyed unprecedented tranquility along the way, allowing her to continue her origami career with peace of mind.

congratulations.

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Jiang Yimian did not aspire to be a forensic doctor since childhood.

Unlike most police officers who have ideals and are dedicated to justice and the pursuit of the truth, she didn't do it for those positive reasons in the first place.

At first, she wanted to be a forensic doctor, just to take a gamble.

Things start when she was 5 years old.

At that time, grandpa took her to visit a family of a family friend. There was a big brother in that family who was very beautiful, and more importantly, he had a pair of equally beautiful hands, but she was so happy, so she pestered him Play with yourself.Jiang Yimian still remembers that when that brother said the first sentence to her, the spring breeze was blowing on his face, and the gentle voice was so gentle, and then she was deceived.

He asked her what she wanted to play with, and she said put the doll to sleep.

He told her that there was a way, once and for all, to make the doll sleep more soundly and sweetly than before.

Although I felt that the other party's words were a bit weird at the time, but that face was too deceptive, so Jiang Yimian was dazed and handed over the doll, which was regarded as her own daughter.

Then, here comes the point.

The handsome and charming young master who laughed just a second ago dismembered her beloved doll in front of her.

limb!untie!up!
What's even more frightening is that while tearing it apart, he explained, telling her where the arteries are and where the veins are. If he gently pulled the doll, the doll would immediately rot.

When the originally exquisite doll became unrecognizable in his hands, he still smiled and said to Jiang Yimian, "Look, she slept so soundly, you don't have to worry about her waking up anymore."

Little Princess Jiang was scared to pee on the spot.

It was after that time that she determined to become a forensic doctor, a brave warrior who would never show any fear no matter how bloody the autopsy scene was.

But after she came into contact with this industry, her heart was gradually touched.

Some see forensic science in medicine as a tributary and terminal to the study of cadavers in a country house far from a busy town.

But Jiang Yimian didn't think so, she felt that the forensic doctor was the last one to speak for the dead.

This job is to safeguard the rights of the deceased, to think from the standpoint of the deceased, and to listen to the true voice of the deceased.

The only difference between a corpse and a living person is that it is silent.

The living can tell lies.

Silent corpses will never...

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15:00
The plane landed in Los Angeles.

A city that is no worse than the rest, a city that is rich and prosperous and full of self-respect, a city that is lost and defeated and full of emptiness.

This is not Jiang Yimian's first visit.

After getting off the plane, she went to pick up her luggage.

There is a skull sticker on her suitcase, which is easy to recognize.

Dragging a big suitcase out of the airport, Los Angeles in June was already ravaged by the heat. Jiang Yimian couldn't help but lowered the brim of his hat a little, and the ball hair combed behind was forced up, and a few strands of hair fell out of the team and fell down She touched her fair neck, she didn't care, and strode forward.

She raised her hand to hail a taxi and got in, and she gave an address in fluent English.

She came to Los Angeles this time to exchange and study with foreign forensic doctors with Master. Master arrived two days earlier than her and lived in a hotel.

She has a psychological shadow about staying in a hotel, and her family is worried, so her third brother Jiang Lan helped her settle down here in advance.

Standing in front of a hotel-style apartment in the city center, Jiang Yimian praised her third brother in her heart.

The room she lived in was on the 16th floor. When she got out of the elevator, she found that the door of the next room was open. There were several movers who were dumping things. It seemed that they were also residents who had just moved in.There was a man standing in the entrance. He had a tall back, wide shoulders and narrow hips, and a perfect body proportion, but he didn't know what his face looked like.

Jiang Yimian didn't look much, and took the key to open the door.

The keychain in the shape of a skull collided with the small red cherry on it, jingling like a fight.

boom--

It wasn't until the sound of closing the door came that the man slowly turned sideways, revealing a face that turned all sentient beings upside down.

Such a face can no longer be described as "handsome", but beautiful, an amazing beauty.

Especially those eyes, crystal clear amber, sparkling and shining.

The white shirt and black trousers are obviously very elegant and simple, but they are inexplicably sexy when worn on him.The cuffs of the shirt were casually rolled up to the elbows, the buttons around the neck were unbuttoned, revealing the perfectly shaped collarbone, and a silver chain shone in the setting sun.

He stood there, forming a landscape of his own.

"Mr. Feng, everything is packed." The mover handed him the receipt to sign, and couldn't help but take a second look.

Such an exquisite oriental man...

Feng Beiting silently took the pen with his left hand, his slightly darker lips curled up slightly, and there was a faint smile.

Seven points are lazy, three points are lazy, and the remaining ninety points are all sexy.

After signing, he returned the pen to the mover, put his hand back into his pocket, and played with a Rubik's cube in the other hand. His fingers with long white sleeves nimbly fiddled with it, and a large pile of colored cubes circled the middle. The pure white square engraved with the word "M" is spinning rapidly, making people dazzled.

When the worker left, he thoughtfully closed the door for him, and the afterglow of the setting sun came through the crack of the door, illuminating the dancing dust.

Feng Beiting's shining eyes disappeared behind the door, and a soft sigh overflowed from the door, "Mianmian, long time no see."

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　　ps: Daqi is here with Mianmian and Fourth Young Master Feng! ! !

　　[Instructions for reading the text]

　　1. Feng Si Shao has a mental illness, it is really sick, not black for the sake of blackening, he was a black person from the beginning, Daqi and Mianmian have three views, and they think they are very righteous, but Feng Si Shao No, so after deciding to enter the pit, don't judge him with the eyes of normal people

　　2. Mianmian is a forensic doctor, but this article is a sweet love article, there will be no detailed process of solving the case, all cases are for the male and female protagonists, so professional parties should not delve into it, all cases are superficial, Daqi will not describe in detail
　　3. There are still a lot of loving sub-cp, Daqi wrote this article by drinking honey, so it will not be abused
　　4. This article does not occupy a pit, and the serialization will start as soon as the pit is opened, so everyone who likes to talk, remember to vote~
　　
　
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