Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 103 Lin Jiannan

Beads of sweat trickled down her temples, making the jailer feel scared for her.

Ugh……

It should be.

When she writes novels, she writes novels, but what she writes is not good, so she insists on including Fourth Young Master and Miss Jiang. This is good, and Miss Jiang found out.

If he hadn't read Su Fu's novel, Prison Temple estimated that Jiang Yimian would not have targeted the Fourth Young Master so quickly.

Regarding his gloating psychology, Prison Temple doesn't think there is any problem.

The kind of life and death and suffering together in the anime will never happen to them. There is a saying that is good, hearts together are called a team, and people together are called a gang.

Obviously, they are the latter.

Moreover, the prison temple firmly believes in the iron law of animation, and his teammates worship the heavens, with boundless mana. He has been holding back his energy all these years, hoping for the death of Skylark and Su Fu.

He felt that half of his wish was about to come true.

Su Fu also realized that his "end is approaching".

She just didn't expect that Jiang Yimian would be so bored that she would look for her novels to read, and once she had found a clue, she would be caught right away.

What should I do now, is it still too late for her to crash to death here?

Feng Beiting leaned on the sofa, his long legs crossed leisurely, and casually looked at the densely packed words on the screen.

Suddenly, he asked Su Fu, "How many words have you uploaded?"

"Fifty thirty thousand two hundred twenty-one!"

"Then the one hundred thousand here is..." He glanced at the screen.

"...save the manuscript." Su Fu's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

As if to confirm her conjecture, Feng Beiting narrowed his eyes with a smile, and gently pressed the "Delete" button with his beautiful index finger.

The flashing cursor on the screen instantly devoured countless bytes, and the number displayed on the word counter at the bottom left of the software decreased visible to the naked eye, and Su Fu's heartbeat almost stopped.

No!

Her manuscript!Her lifeblood!

Seeing Su Fu's "soul disconnected" expression, Feng Beiting leaned forward slightly, his eyes showing concern, "Isn't it super sad that all your hard work has been ruined?"

Su Fu bit her lip that was trembling with fright, and shook her head like a rattle.

Seeing this, Feng Beiting smiled softer, "But I am."

"Fourth Young Master, I was wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"...The story between you and Ms. Jiang should not be posted on the Internet."

Feng Beiting closed his eyes slightly and shook his head slowly.

Su Fu's eyelids twitched, and he continued to guess, "You shouldn't be writing novels."

A certain young master continued to shake his head.

Su Fu was completely at a loss, and asked with a blank face, "No, shouldn't you be alive?"

"Hmm..." Feng Beiting played with the cigarette, and replied lazily, as if he really wanted Su Fu's life.

It scared people's souls away, so he said again, "Change Jiang Fengmian into a woman, and you can continue writing."

"It's... eh?!" Su Fu raised his eyes in astonishment.

Not only won't she be punished, but can she still write? !

"The setting needs to be changed again."

"Tell me, tell me." Su Fu took out his small notebook and began to write.

"Let them fall in love at first sight, kiss and flirt."

"……Yes."

"Remember to add a supporting role in it, the name is 'Lin Jiannan'."

"...Which sword is it?"

Feng Beiting narrowed his eyes slightly, and Su Fu was so frightened that he quickly expressed his opinion, "Understood!"

It must be the "bitch" she understood.

"I wrote that he fell in love with Jiang Fengmian bitterly, but Jiang Fengmian only had Feng Yiting in his heart. In the end, seeing the two of them show their affection, he was so angry that he died."

Prison Temple: "..."

Su Fu: "..."

Fourth young master, we are not short of money. Let's get a specialist account to see a doctor. The disease is getting worse.

It's so perverted that I want to find pleasure in novels...

After recording all of Feng Beiting's requests, Su Fu couldn't help but mutter in her heart, why don't she write a new book for the fourth young master of their family, the original story is completely changed.

After she finished writing, Feng Beiting even took it over to check, and returned it to her after making sure there was nothing else to add.

Seeing that he had finished his "serious business", Su Fu whispered, "Fourth Young Master, Lin Sinan has already made arrangements. He is too busy with the company's affairs, so he won't be able to come to Los Angeles for the time being."

"Ah."

"Do you still need to keep staring at him?"

"No need, transfer people to City A, and keep an eye on the Jiang family." He had to make sure that no one would disturb his time with Mianmian.

"Yes."

As he twirled the cigarette quickly with his fingers, an emotion called joy flickered in Feng Beiting's eyes.

As long as he thinks that he will be able to live in a "two-person world" with his family Mianmian immediately, he can hardly hold back the desire to fly in front of her now.

but--

Even Feng Beiting, who is as powerful as he is supernatural, never thought that no matter how well-planned he was, it would not be as good as the impermanent changes in the world.

There is no other reason, the previous head of the Feng family, Feng Xun, has returned to China.

When Feng Beiting heard the news, he was washing cherries in the kitchen to send to Jiang Yimian.

His hands lost strength for a moment, and a few plump and round cherries "bleeded" in his hands.

The pair of beautiful amber eyes gradually became dark, and the color of happiness that was originally full of fantasy completely disappeared from his face.

Su Fu and Yusi watched from the side, and silently lowered their heads.

Feng Beiting didn't say anything, and continued to wash the cherries, drain the water, dry them, and put them one by one into a box, with another bag wrapped around the outside.

He took a pen and wrote a note and put it in.

Putting down the pen, he said quietly, "Go back to Chicago."

"Yes."

Before leaving, Feng Beiting hung the bag of cherries on the door of Jiang Yimian's house. Besides, there was another box full of cherries on the mat.

When Jiang Yimian came back from the police station, she was stunned when she saw the pile of cherries in front of her house.

Before seeing the notes, she already knew who sent them.

Taking the key to open the door, Miss Jiang rolled up her sleeves and transported the cherries into her home in two batches.

He still couldn't help muttering, "You tell me, what should I do if someone takes me away..."

Putting the bag on the coffee table, she suspiciously took out the note inside.

It was made of thin brown linen paper, written in blue pen.

[I'm going on a business trip for a few days, I'll give you some cherries. 】

Jiang Yimian looked at the line of words and smiled unkindly.

They all say that their words are like their own, but she feels that this is not very accurate, because Feng Beiting's words don't seem to be "natural".

the word...

I'm really sorry for his beautiful hands.

She was surprised, why did he insist on writing Chinese characters, which were crooked and ugly, but she couldn't understand if he wrote directly in English.

She was about to throw the sticky note into the trash can, but raised her arm slightly, but she didn't let go of the sticky note. She thought of something, and slowly put it down again.

Yuanyuan's almond eyes flickered twice, but she didn't throw it away in the end, and put it in the notebook.

Falling down on the sofa with a "bang", Miss Jiang picked up a washed cherry and threw it into her mouth, thinking that Feng Beiting finally looked a bit busy like an elite.

She remembered that even the boss and Brother An Chen were usually very busy, with endless meetings and endless documents. In comparison, he was a little too leisurely, like a vagrant.

Throwing the cherry stems into the trash can, Jiang Yimian sent him a thank you text message.

[Kneeling to thank the bag of cherries specially given to me.

As for the box that was given to me in order to avoid being broken, I will give you a smile and thanks in return. 】

Feng Beiting didn't reply to her, wondering if he was busy.

*
In the afternoon, Jiang Yimian went to the airport to see Liang Qiu and the others off. Liang Qiu originally wanted her to go back to China with him, but after a few words of persuasion from Colby, he was a little undecided.

He also knew that this was a good opportunity to exercise. In China, she was rarely allowed to dissect independently at her age.

Now being able to take the lead by yourself is a great experience both psychologically and professionally. In terms of work alone, Liang Qiu hopes that Jiang Yimian will stay.

But considering the big family of the Jiang family, he retreated a bit.

But in the end, he chose to respect her own opinion.

"Master, don't worry, I have already told my parents that they are very relieved that Brother Lian is here."

"Then you should pay more attention to yourself, and call Master if you have any questions."

"Oh, I see."

Inadvertently, Jiang Yimian heard Colby talking to Liang Xi, he seemed to call "Little Flower", which made Jiang Yimian raise his eyebrows.

She looked at Liang Qiu with question marks all over her face, "Xiao Hua?"

"It's Xiaoxi's nickname." Or rather, it's the nickname between the young couple.

"Dr. Colby?"

"Yes."

Jiang Yimian nodded thoughtfully.

Is it a coincidence?

Mrs. Payne calls sister Liang Xi Flora, which means "Flower God" in Greek, and Dr. Colby gave her the Chinese nickname Xiaohua...

(End of this chapter)