Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 115 Isn't Husband Treating His Wife Like This?
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Another slap from the pillow.

Even though he was beaten, Feng Beiting smiled brightly.

Jiang Yimian gave him a gouged look, took a big gulp of cherry juice, and was very generous.

After drinking half a glass of iced juice, Miss Jiang's arrogance finally dissipated a bit.

She cleared her throat, suppressed the anger in her heart, and asked what she was going to say, "I just met a few times at the auction, and even the second brother is willing to cover my whereabouts for you. It seems that your relationship is very close." Be good."

Hearing this, Feng Beiting's hands that mixed the salad stopped.

"He said we met at the auction?" He asked back.

"Is not it?"

"Of course not." He smiled brightly, "We met at the reception."

Jiang Yimian's eyes flickered slightly.

I wanted to cheat him again, but I didn't expect to fail.

Seeing the rather disappointed expression on her face, Feng Beiting chuckled and said, "Just kidding, we met more than ten years ago."

Jiang Yimian believed this to be true.

In the past few days, she carefully thought about all the things that happened before, and he could tie himself to this desert island without anyone noticing, there are a few conditions that are indispensable.

The second brother Lian who helped her cover in front of her family, Dr. Colby who was about to return to Los Angeles to take over her work, and her master who suddenly decided to return to China, these three conditions are indispensable.

It is impossible for her master to plot against her, on the contrary, he is also one of the plotted.

The bargaining chip is Sister Liang Xi.

"You also arranged for the Payne couple?" If they hadn't appeared in that apartment a long time ago, she would have suspected them a little more when she learned that they were sister Liang Xi's adoptive parents.

"Yes." Feng Beiting admitted generously.

Originally letting them live on the 16th floor was just to lower her vigilance. As for letting them pretend to be Liang Xi's adoptive parents later, it was a temporary plan added.

Or should I put it this way, Liang Xi didn't have adoptive parents at all.

She was brought up by Colby alone.

Being both a father and a mother is not easy.

Hearing Feng Beiting talk about those things calmly, Jiang Yimian was so shocked that he didn't even notice the cherry juice dripping on his body.

She thought she had already guessed the whole truth, but she didn't expect the truth to be far more complicated than she thought.

"That is to say... Colby already knew that my master was looking for Sister Liang Xi..." But he didn't say anything, and let her master go around in a hurry.

"His name is Feng Dongshi." What Colby, such a contrived name.

Feng Beiting sneered in disgust.

Miss Jiang was completely dumbfounded, "...Feng, Feng?!"

"Remember what I told you before, how many brothers are there in my family?"

"Ah."

"He is my elder brother." He has no blood, no feelings, and wished to kill his elder brother at any time.

"...What about Lian Qingfeng?" She vaguely remembered that the second brother Lian was lost for a few years when he was a child. Could it be that they met at that time?

"It's my third brother, I'm the youngest in our family." Seeing Jiang Yimian's blank expression, Feng Beiting raised his eyebrows, "Why? Don't you believe it?"

"I believe." She nodded blankly, "I believe you now that my master is your second brother."

"..."

His second brother is much more handsome than that fat old man.

In the following time, Feng Beiting briefly introduced his family composition to Jiang Yimian.

One father, three elder brothers, no mother, no other messy relatives.

Do some small business at home, and have no worries about food and clothing.

Hearing Feng Beiting talk about business, Jiang Yimian covered her lips and coughed lightly, and asked, "What business?"

"Ah... Mainly as a middleman for the combined products of iron products and nitrocellulose, to earn some price difference..."

"speak English."

"Arms sales."

"..."

Really, if she knew he was so honest she wouldn't ask.

Holding her forehead, Miss Jiang felt that her blood pressure was a little high.

In the blink of an eye, some things that I had never figured out before became clear.

No wonder the Los Angeles police's attitude towards Ashley's death is so intriguing, because they are afraid of him.

Feng Beiting didn't seem to think about whether Jiang Yimian would betray him in the future. He told her everything about the Feng family's power distribution, business priorities, and what he could and couldn't say. Everything he said casually could be sold on the black market Offer a sky-high price.

Miss Jiang was shocked when she heard that.

She had seen how rampant foreign gangs were in movies before, and occasionally learned about how powerful the arms dealers here were from several brothers in the family.

But she never expected that the man standing in the kitchen wearing an apron and making soup for her was actually the man at the top of the food chain.

unimaginable...

It seems that it should be so.

His appearance limited Jiang Yimian's imagination, but his methods made her feel that her imagination was lacking.

In a daze, she was carried by Feng Beiting to the dining table and sat down. When she came to her senses, he had already stuffed the chopsticks into her hand.

"What's the matter? You're so surprised that you lose your appetite?" She should not be so timid.

"You...why did you tell me this..."

"Is there any special reason for explaining this to you?" Feng Beiting took it for granted.

He replaced "tell" in her words with "explain".

She heard it, but couldn't understand the deep meaning.

He put a piece of meat and a piece of vegetables in her bowl, and then he continued, "Mianmian, I want to spend my whole life with you. From the beginning to the end, I never thought of hiding anything from you. When the time comes, I will always tell you."

After a pause, he suddenly smiled again. There was a hint of cautious probing in his smile, which made Jiang Yimian feel inexplicably sad.

He said, "Don't all husbands do this to their wives?"

The anticipation in his eyes made Jiang Yimian feel blocked.

She lowered her head and avoided his gaze by eating.

she feels...

The vegetables he cooked today were slightly bitter.

Originally, she wanted to ask about his kidnapping of her three years ago, but seeing that the topic was going wrong, she swallowed the words that came to her lips.

The two ate in silence, the atmosphere was so quiet and depressing, it seemed as if time went back a few days ago, he was singing a one-man show alone.

Until the end of the dinner, Feng Beiting couldn't wait for Jiang Yimian's answer, even if it was just a soft "um".

Putting down the dishes and chopsticks, she went upstairs without looking back.

She didn't dare to look back.

She was afraid that when she turned around, she would see Feng Beiting looking at her like a big, pitiful dog. If she felt soft-hearted for a moment, she might pet his head and scratch his chin, which would only make him grow worse. sink deeper and deeper.

If before Jiang Yimian was afraid that Feng Beiting would fall into deep trouble because she didn't like him, then now it's because her liking will ruin him forever.

She didn't know how the Feng family thought he liked her, but from her family's perspective, they would not accept Feng Beiting.

The Jiang family and the Feng family are two completely different opposites.

And she and Feng Beiting were like weights standing at the two ends of the balance to maintain balance. No matter which side moved towards the other, the balance would be out of balance.

everything will be messed up...

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Originally, Miss Jiang had to digest food after meals every day, but because of what happened tonight, she didn't go downstairs anymore, but walked around the corridor.

She didn't go back to her room until the dinner and the secret Feng Beiting had told her had been digested.

Even though she had lived there for several nights, she still couldn't help being stunned every time she opened the bedroom door.

This exaggerated "princess style" bedroom, her little heart really can't bear it.

The shell-shaped bed, the tender pink sheets and quilts, and the curtains with feathers all around, they will float gently when talking, very dreamy.

The corners of Miss Jiang's mouth twitched slightly.

Well, she admits that her secondary illness was a few years earlier.

Looking at such a room at her current age, it would be a cancer of embarrassment. If she didn't know it was impossible, she would have suspected that Feng Beiting was deliberately humiliating her.

Sighing faintly, she put on her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After coming out, I dried my hair, changed into pajamas, and sat by the window to count the stars as a routine.

The nights without the TV and the phone were always too long, and it was her way of passing the time.

Jiang Yimian herself didn't expect that the first night she just arrived on the island was very timid, but she got used to it in just a few days.

That day, she seemed to be suffering from persecution paranoia, and she was afraid that she would fall asleep and Feng Beiting would rush in in the middle of the night and kill her.

He locked the door and hung a water glass on the doorknob.

But then she calmed down and thought about it, if he really wanted to do something to her, he would have done it three years ago, and he could wait until today!
So she calmed down.

The water cup was also removed, the door was not locked, and he lay on the bed and fell asleep heartlessly.

Only woke up twice in the night.

She had nightmares.

The trouble was that there was no Feng Beiting in that dream.

She dreamed of her parents.

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