Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 105 My Birthday Tomorrow, Do You Remember

Jiang Yimian met him when he was waiting for the elevator after throwing out the trash.

Her eyes lit up the moment she saw him, but she herself didn't realize it.

By the time she realized it, the corners of her mouth were already raised.

seem……

A person is always there, you can always see him, and you don’t think there is anything special, and then he suddenly disappears, and you don’t pay much attention at first, until something happens, you suddenly think of him , it is hard to forget after that.

Jiang Yimian, besides Feng Beiting, may be such an existence.

"When did you come back?!" Her voice was full of surprise, and Feng Beiting could hear it clearly.

"Just got off the plane." He looked down at her and smiled, his brows were soft.

After not seeing him for more than a month, Jiang Yimian noticed that there seemed to be some slight changes in Feng Beiting's body.

He looked at her with brighter eyes than before.

There was a cluster of fire burning faintly in the depths of his eyes, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger, feeling faintly out of control.

He was wearing a formal suit, but he was wearing it a little "casual".

The buttons were unbuttoned, revealing the white shirt inside.

He had no tie on, and his shirt was unbuttoned by two buttons, revealing the silver necklace he always wore, and...

A dark red trace.

It's a scar!
Although it was very short and seemed to be only a small part of the whole wound, Jiang Yimian still saw it.

Sensing her gaze, Feng Beiting's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned back calmly, pretending to see which floor the elevator reached.

Jiang Yimian was still staring at him, but from this angle, she couldn't see anything.

Ding--

The elevator stopped on the first floor, someone came out, Jiang Yimian walked in without looking, but was grabbed by Feng Beiting and dragged to her side, reminding, "There are still people going to the lower floor."

The elevator closed again, but Jiang Yimian didn't notice.

She was staring at Feng Beiting.

To be precise, staring at the scar on the side of his neck.

Because of the pulling, the neckline was slightly open, allowing her to see more clearly.

A dark red scar stretched from the side of his neck to the back of his shoulder, obviously longer than what she saw.

It's whiplash!
"You..." Jiang Yimian looked up at him with surprise.

"The elevator is here." Feng Beiting said calmly.

He let go of her hand, kept a proper distance with her as before, and walked into the elevator first.

Jiang Yimian followed him in, her heart filled with question marks.

How could he have been so severely whipped? !
The words choked in her throat, but she didn't know how to speak.

As a friend, she wanted to care about him, but if she couldn't greet him as his girlfriend, she felt that her concern would only sink him deeper and deeper like a swamp.

It seemed that Feng Beiting didn't want her to see the scar, and had stood obliquely in front of her since entering the elevator, leaving only a tall and straight back for her.

Regarding love, Jiang Yimian has many theories in her mind, but they are all on paper, and there is basically no chance for her to put it into practice.

In the past, when she met those who confessed to her, she directly refused, because there were five older brothers around, and no one dared to continue pestering her.

Not to mention saying that he wanted to be a spare tire like Feng Beiting did.

It feels so humble, so distressing.

Therefore, Miss Jiang, who had always been decisive and decisive, was at a loss, and her relationship with Feng Beiting suddenly became more subtle. It felt like a hand that wanted to be stretched out but had to be let go...

She was afraid that her concern would be a deeper injury to him.

finally--

She chose silence.

She took a deep breath, put a smile on her face again, and pretended not to notice.

"Jiang Yimian." Feng Beiting spoke suddenly, his voice was still as pleasant as before, but with a gentleness that he no longer concealed.

"Ok?"

"Tomorrow is my birthday, do you still remember?" He stared straight ahead, not daring to turn his head to look at her, worried that he would see a dazed expression on her face.

That would remind him how much she didn't care about him.

As if to stab Feng Beiting hard in his heart, Jiang Yimian let out an "ah" in astonishment, which made his heart tighten suddenly.

The lower jaw tensed unconsciously, and the slightly darker lips pursed into a straight line, showing his displeasure.

"Pfft——" Jiang Yimian covered her mouth and snickered, leaned forward to peek at his expression, and said meanly, "Are you angry?"

Feng Beiting didn't say anything.

She elbowed his arm.

Really angry?
She giggled, but her eyes were not as bright as usual, and she didn't have a real smile.

She held the lit phone screen up to Feng Beiting's eyes, "Just kidding, I was afraid that I would forget, so I added it to the memo on the calendar, look!"

When his eyes fell on her mobile phone, Feng Beiting saw a small red flower added to the frame on August 8th.

There is a line of small characters next to it: Fengmei's birthday.

Suddenly remembered something, Jiang Yimian was about to take back the phone, but Feng Beiting quickly took the phone away.

In the blink of an eye, the phone is easy to master.

Jiang Yimian looked at her empty right hand, thinking that the young man's hand speed is pretty good, it must be because of more practice.

Feng Beiting shook her phone with a half smile, "Feng pretty?"

"...Hehe." She grinned, revealing two big dimples and a mouthful of neat little white teeth. She smiled flatteringly, trying to get away with being "cute".

"Am I pretty?" He touched his face if he felt something.

"It's more than just beautiful!" Jiang Yimian gave a thumbs up, not stingy with her compliments, "Since I met you, Daji, Baosi, and Zhao Feiyan all have clear images in my mind."

"..."

She wants him to understand how beautiful she is, he can understand, but why are they all women, and they are all masters who bring disaster to the country and the people?

Ding--

The elevator reached the 16th floor, and the two walked out one after another.

Before saying goodbye to her at the door, Feng Beiting said, "Jiang Yimian, I'll send the address to your phone, remember to come over tomorrow night."

"Address?" Jiang Yimian stopped and looked back at him, "Aren't you at your house?"

He shook his head and confirmed with her again, "Will you come?"

"Of course!"

She raised her feet and wanted to leave, but suddenly a word flashed through her mind, and she added in a strange way, "I will definitely do what I promised you, and I will never regret it."

After saying that, she opened the door to go home, leaving Feng Beiting standing outside for a long time without recovering.

Mianmian...

I hope you can always have such a firm heart.

Especially, on the matter of "love me".

He once read in a book that one will meet two people in one's life, one is amazing for time, and the other is gentle for years.

He is not that greedy, as long as Mianmian is one.

He hoped that the Jiang Yimian who didn't love him before would surprise his time, and the Jiang Yimian who loved him would be gentle with his time...

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When Jiang Yimian returned home, the door slowly closed, she leaned back against the door panel, the smile on her face faded little by little.

She was actually a little concerned about Feng Beiting's injuries, and she couldn't be as indifferent as she seemed on the surface.

Feng Beiting...

She felt more and more mysterious about him.

Probably because there were some things in her heart, Miss Jiang's sleep quality was compromised at night, and she gradually fell into a deep sleep in the morning.

This sleep lasted until noon.

A white hand stretched out from under the quilt, fumbled for a while on the bedside table, and knocked over the neatly placed small alarm clock.

After successfully touching the phone, Jiang Yimian got out of the quilt.

Messy hair and dark circles under the eyes.

There was an unread message displayed on the phone, which was sent by Feng Beiting, and it was an address.

She searched the Internet and found that it was a restaurant near the Los Angeles Music Center.

Because the music center will be performing the musical "Les Miserables" tonight, the nearby restaurants have specially marked this point in order to sell well.

Jiang Yimian had nothing to do, so she went to search for this musical, and unexpectedly found that the cover looked familiar, and after looking at it for a while, she remembered that she had seen it in Jiang's room before.

and also……

Her favorite song, "on-my-own," is from the musical.

Suddenly wanted to listen to the scene.

It is rare to be influenced by art, and Miss Jiang excitedly checked the tickets on the Internet, and found that they were sold out without any surprise.

She comforted herself that the money she saved could buy cherries.

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(End of this chapter)