Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 114 Did You Install the Camera

Feng Beiting did not see the loose expression on Jiang Yimian's face.

But he felt the softening of her body.

It was no longer stiff and stiff, but soft, like the little mud they had just played on the beach, gently slumped on his back, completely relying on him.

His thin lips curved slightly, and he smiled silently, his eyes were soft and bright, crystal-clear amber, as if someone had coated them with honey.

Carrying Jiang Yimian all the way back to the villa, Feng Beiting put her on the sofa and left.

When he came back again, he was carrying a medicine box in his hand.

He held Jiang Yimian's ankle and placed it on his leg. He first used a wet towel to wipe off the sand on her feet. The toes are bent shyly, which is very cute.

Seeing this, Feng Beiting couldn't help but chuckled, "Be patient, it will be fine soon."

Miss Jiang hummed softly, and turned her face out of the window arrogantly.

After cleaning up the sand, Feng Beiting dipped a cotton swab in alcohol to disinfect her, and tightened his hand holding her ankle slightly, as if afraid of her moving.

"Bite me if it hurts."

His words seemed to have penetrated through her right ear, crawled slowly like a bug, and crawled into her left ear, tingling with numbness, and then lingering in her mind.

She thought, maybe he thought the injury was too serious, it hurt to the point of biting!

Besides, she's not that delicate.

Bending the other leg, Jiang Yimian folded her hands on her knees, and couldn't help turning her head to look at Feng Beiting.

He was applying the medicine for her, and his movements were very gentle. She only felt that someone had poked a feather on the sole of her foot, but she didn't feel any pain, but he frowned, as if he was facing an enemy.

A few strands of ink-dyed hair fell from his forehead, very black, the same color as his pupils.

She can't figure it out...

He is obviously such an excellent person, how can he be so emotionally extreme?
"Feng Beiting." Jiang Yimian said suddenly, this was the first time she took the initiative to talk to him in the past few days.

Feng Beiting remained calm, but she felt his hand tremble.

"Huh?" He didn't look at her, and responded casually.

Miss Jiang felt a "crispy" current slipping through her ears again.

She had heard many people say "um" in a questioning tone, but only Feng Beiting said it very nicely. His ending sound seemed to have a small tail, gently sweeping over the soft heart.

Jiang Yimian felt that she had been seduced again.

Couldn't help but cursed "Little Fairy" in her heart, and she immediately asked him, "One night, you were standing on the balcony admiring the moon, and accidentally saw a woman downstairs stabbing a man with a knife, and the man fell on the ground. At this time, you took out your mobile phone to call the police, but inadvertently met the woman's eyes, she suddenly raised her hand and pointed at you a few times, what do you think she meant?"

"...Mianmian, do you think I look like a pervert?" He looked up at her with deep eyes.

"Why do you say that..." Jiang Yimian's eyes rolled around, and her fingertips poked the pear dimples, obviously guilty.

"Isn't this a test question to distinguish normal people from mental patients?" She thought he didn't know?

Avoiding his gaze, Jiang Yimian fiddled with the little starfish that fell on the floor lamp, and whispered, "Just tell me if you are sick..."

"I'm not sick!"

"I do not believe."

"..."

Feng Beiting vaguely felt that he couldn't cover his last vest.

After bandaging Jiang Yimian's wound, he put down her trousers rolled up to her knees, and the sand rolled inside fell all over him.

He didn't dislike it either, his eyes were still gentle.

Serving this little ancestor like a child, Feng Beiting turned her face, looked at her seriously and said, "I'll tell you now."

"what?"

"That question just now.

If I were that woman, I would count the number of floors where the person who called the police lived, and then..." Go upstairs and kill him too.

"..."

He also said he was not sick!

Normal people don't think so!
After breaking away his hand, Miss Jiang glanced at him, and suddenly said, "Ask me again what you said before."

Although he didn't know what she was going to do, Feng Beiting still chose to cooperate unconditionally. The little ancestor he chose, he wanted to pamper her no matter what.

He recalled a moment and asked, "Isn't this a test question to distinguish normal people from mental patients?"

"Not this one, but the previous one."

"...Mianmian, do you think I look like a pervert?"

"You don't look like that." Miss Jiang shook her head, "You are a pervert."

"..."

All right, the wife says he is whatever he is.

Jiang Yimian withdrew her legs, her heels were lightly resting on the edge of the sofa, and her ten toes were gently swinging up and down.

This is what she used to do when she was thinking about something.

Feng Beiting knew.

He didn't bother her, picked up the mask on the coffee table, and wiped it slowly with a tissue.

When he saw her injured just now, he ran over in a hurry. The mask was blown onto the beach by the wind, and there was some fine sand in the lines.

After cleaning it up, he was about to put it back on, but Jiang Yimian stretched out his hand and held it down, "...Don't put it on."

"it is good."

"I mean the mask in my heart." In a few days, she was ready to meet the real Feng Beiting.

"you sure?"

"...Not very sure." Resolutely admitted.

Knowing that she has always been like this, Feng Beiting smiled, got up and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for her.

The sinking sun dyed the sea surface red, and the sparkling water surface was shining, Jiang Yimian could see it clearly while sitting in the living room.

that scene...

extremely beautiful.

It's just that the shock in her heart was far less than one-tenth of the shock he gave her when she first met Feng Beiting.

On that day, she would never have imagined that one day she would stay with Feng Beiting on a small island, like an old couple who had been together for many years, noisy, and occasionally naive like a child, everything that had happened It's all a scrapbook for their nonsense.

On the day he first landed on the island, he told her that there was no need to worry about Jiang's family worrying about her. They didn't even know that she had been abducted.

She didn't understand it at the time, but it took two days to figure it out.

He must have made enough preparations for this day...

Getting up from the sofa, Jiang Yimian stepped on the slippers when she saw the person who was busy behind the bar just now suddenly appear in front of her and hugged her by the waist.

"Where are you going?"

"...Put me there." She pointed to the high stool.

The human porter obediently put her on the high stool.

Feng Beiting squeezed a glass of cherry juice for Jiang Yimian before continuing to prepare dinner.

Looking at the beautifully colored fruit juice in front of her, she couldn't help but think in her heart that perverts are also classified into different categories.

Those like Brother An Chen who don't even let children go are of the insane type, as for Feng Beiting...

He's one of those perverts who occasionally make people forget that he's a pervert.

When her eyes fell on him, Jiang Yimian's eyes froze when she saw the kitchen knife in his hand.

that knife...

There is an enchanting peony flower on the back of the knife.

She prepared a three-piece kitchen set for him as a birthday gift, including kitchen knives, chopping boards, and rice shovels, each with the same peony flower on it.

This is obviously what she bought!

"Why is the birthday present I bought for you here?!"

"I asked Prison Temple to fetch it."

"..."

Brother, you said it so easily, it doesn't seem to be your home.

Thinking of something belatedly, she hesitated, "Could it be that you asked the prison temple to 'get' my passport?"

"No." He shook his head slightly, "It was Su Fu."

"..."

This man is really...

Wicked with smoke.

Knowing that the more you ask, the easier it is to make yourself angry, Jiang Yimian still couldn't help but torture himself, "Let me ask you again, did you install the camera in my house?"

In fact, she was not very sure about this question, she just wanted to deceive him, but Feng Beiting admitted it openly.

"it's me."

"Damn it!" Miss Jiang was so angry that she grabbed the pillow on the high stool and hit him.

She took back what she just said.

A pervert is a pervert, not a type, they are all so insane.

She picked up another pillow and held it in front of her, "Say! Where are you?!"

Feng Beiting looked at the pillow and subconsciously swallowed, "...the living room."

"anything else?"

"……bedroom."

The pillow hit her face head-on.

He dumped his head gently, throwing back the slightly messy hair back to the original place, and half intimate and half -healed, "Sleeping, sleeping, bedroom, not bathroom."

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　　ps: In fact, Feng Simi is a very honest child. Is there any O(∩_∩)O haha~
　　
　
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