Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 109 Terrible, It's the Feeling of Myocardial Infarction

Pfft!
Pfft!
Puff, puff, puff...

The heartbeat that had just stabilized suddenly accelerated again, making Miss Jiang feel at a loss.

Oops, like a "myocardial infarction" feeling.

She was surrounded by Feng Beiting's breath, and her breath was filled with the strong smell of tobacco on his body, which was very different from how he usually gave her.

It was as if he usually smoked soft cigarettes, but tonight's cigarettes were very strong.

Gently pushing Feng Beiting away, Jiang Yimian stepped back, the atmosphere was too embarrassing, she also pretended to be relaxed and said, "I'm exhausted, luckily I participate in the marathon every year.

Today is the pair of socks that delayed things, otherwise I would not be late. "

As she spoke, she took off her shoes in front of Feng Beiting, and pulled up the little white socks that had been strung to the soles of her feet.

Looking down, Jiang Yimian saw Feng Beiting's bandaged left hand.

His eyes froze.

"What's wrong with your hand?!" She subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch it, but suddenly remembered that she had just touched the sock, so she shrank back in embarrassment.

Feng Beiting raised his lips slightly, and his smile melted the layers of frost on his face.

He quietly hid his left hand behind his right, blocking her view, "It's okay, I accidentally scratched it."

"Oh……"

Looking at her, he suddenly bent his index finger and gently scraped the tip of her nose.

Jiang Yimian was taken aback, and then stepped back.

"Do, what?"

"You're sweating." He stretched out his sweaty fingers in front of her.

"...Thank you." Miss Jiang turned her head and rubbed her shoulders, sweating all over the wound on her T-shirt, and her demeanor was unimpressive.

Feng Beiting took out two tissues and handed them to her, then suddenly walked around behind her and squatted down, removing her loose hair.

The hair rope was removed, and Jiang Yimian undulated, like a lion cub.

"What are you doing?!" She hugged her head to hide, but Feng Beiting pinched a strand of hair between her fingers, and when she moved her hair, it was pulled, causing her to "hiss" in pain.

Feng Beiting took the opportunity to gather the rest of her hair into his hands, "Your hair is loose, I'll help you retie it."

"I'll do it myself..."

"Don't move!" He gently tugged at her hair in a warning, "If you move around, you'll be pulled again later."

"...Then let me get up first, it's so cold here." Miss Jiang's tone was extremely aggrieved.

Hearing this, Feng Beiting frowned, secretly blaming himself for not thinking carefully.

He grabbed her soft hair and refused to let go, saying, "I'll count to 123, let's stand up together."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

Enough is enough.

"1, 2, 3..."

The two stood up at the same time, but the next second Jiang Yimian fell back to the ground due to leg numbness.

The hair held in Feng Beiting's hands stood up in a cone shape, and the corners of his eyes were pulled up slightly, making Su Fu, who was watching from the side, feel his scalp tightening.

this pain...

Sour.

Besides, the instigator didn't react for a while, and he still hasn't let go.

Jiang Yimian was laughed out of anger, her teeth were "creaking and creaking", "I said...you still don't let go, do you want to make me bald..."

"No! I'm sorry!" Feng Beiting quickly let go.

In an instant, a bunch of curly hair spread out like fireworks. At that moment, Jiang Yimian didn't need to look in the mirror to know that he was one step closer to the "lunatic".

Feng Beiting froze in place, looking at the broken hairs wrapped around his fingers, he couldn't help swallowing, his Adam's apple moved slightly.

Unobtrusively, he put his hands behind his back, let go, and a few strands of hair fluttered down to his feet.

The toe of the shoe moved slightly, and he firmly stomped those hairs under his feet, making sure that Jiang Yimian would never find out.

"...Get up." Feng Beiting leaned over slightly, his words were cautious.

Miss Jiang didn't look back, she was only willing to give him a coke and cute back view.

From his point of view, her head looked like a cauliflower.

Jiang Yimian stretched out her hand back, but still didn't look back, as if refusing to communicate with him.

She said angrily, "Give me the hair rope."

"I can help..."

"Give it to me!" The voice suddenly rose, with a fierce look.

Coughing lightly to cover up, Feng Beiting obediently put the hairband on her palm.

Jiang Yimian withdrew her hand and straightened her hair in two or three strokes.

Looking down at the "bag" on her head, Feng Beiting couldn't help poking it.

He's wanted to do this for a long time.

It was not satisfying to poke it once, so I pulled it again.

When he stretched out the "thief hand" for the third time, Miss Jiang stared back with vicious eyes, and touched the tip of his nose resentfully.

Su Fu and Yu Si watched from the side, feeling secretly refreshed.

Check it out!

This is the frightening young master of the Feng family who commits all kinds of crimes, the whole little milk dog.

Su Fu felt that the Fourth Young Master of their family lacked a collar around their necks.

Jiang Yimian didn't know their slander, after tidying up her hair, she turned around and faced Feng Beiting, "You may not believe me, I prepared a birthday present for you, but I left it at home and forgot to take it. I'll give it to you when I go back later." you."

"it is good."

"Have you eaten the cake, have you made a wish?"

"No, I'm waiting for you."

If she doesn't come, he has no plans to celebrate his birthday.

"Hmm..." Although it's past midnight, the God of Wishes probably hasn't left work in a few minutes, "Why don't you make one now?"

"it is good."

Prison Temple winked and pushed the cake up, it was cherry.

Pushing the cake between Feng Beiting and Jiang Yimian, he lit the candles and then retreated far away.

Su Fu was even worse, never coming over at all.

Jiang Yimian couldn't understand their operation, her eyes were puzzled, "Come here."

Didn't they agree that they would celebrate Feng Beiting's birthday together?

Su Fu waved his hands again and again, "Ah... don't worry about me, you pass, you pass, what about me... I can't see fire..."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

What the hell can't see the fire?

It's papery, are you afraid? !

Su Fu was fine, no matter how nonsensical he was, he gave him a reason, and Prison Temple was insane, without even opening his mouth, he kept shaking his head, as if the robot program was out of order.

Jiang Yimian is not stupid, there is nothing to understand when the matter has reached such a point.

I guess Feng Beiting just wanted her to spend his birthday with him. As for the two next to him...

It's the audience.

It is the audience who witnessed this birthday party.

Now that it's all over, Jiang Yimian doesn't bother about Feng Beiting playing petty tricks on her. From a certain point of view, she actually understands him.

"Make a wish, make a wish." She urged Feng Beiting excitedly, as excited as if she was celebrating her own birthday.

He smiled softly, and the flickering firelight reflected his face, his eyebrows were picturesque.

He raised his hands and prayed in front of him.

Slowly closing her eyes, her thin eyelashes drooping.

He wishes...

Mianmian is safe in this life, free from worries.

Lifting his eyelashes slightly, he slowly opened his eyes, his beautiful eyes filled with unspeakable affection for Jiang Yimian.

Jiang Yimian was taken aback, her eyes averted a little, her shiny black eyeballs darting around.

Seeing this, Feng Beiting suddenly pointed out the window, "Jiang Yimian, look."

"Huh?" She turned her head to look in the direction of his finger, and saw snowflakes falling outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Big snowflakes.

"Wow!" She was surprised and ran out like a rabbit.

Walking out of the restaurant, a strong fragrance of roses hits the face.

She opened her palm and took a piece to look at it, and found that it was a petal of a white rose, "How did you think of it?!"

Feng Beiting followed her out. He stood still one step away from her, didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just looked at her.

Jiang Yimian put down her hands in a daze, "What's wrong?"

"Do you like it?" He asked her suddenly.

"like!"

"I mean me."

"..."

Jiang Yimian lost her voice in an instant, and it can even be said that she lost her response.

This "confession of reverse thinking" came unexpectedly, and she was not prepared at all.

Feng Beiting looked up at the night sky, and when he looked back at Jiang Yimian, she felt that thousands of stars were falling into his eyes.

He said, "Jiang Yimian, I'm walking towards you now, can you stop stepping back?"

"Feng Beiting..."

"This step, and many steps for the rest of my life, I will take, but you don't play peek-a-boo with me, okay?"

Jiang Yimian was completely stunned.

Because of Feng Beiting's words.

What's more, she really didn't think about retreating.

　*
　　ps: Although Feng Simi is not a good person, Daqi still likes him very much. In fact, even though he is very bad, when it comes to Mianmian, he always puts love on her first. In fact, he has never pretended to love her In the name of doing things that hurt her, although some small actions are more idiotic O(∩_∩)O haha~
　　Just like that birthday wish, I don't think he would expect God to help him get her affection. The deepest wish in his heart is actually to hope that Mianmian will live well, very well...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)