Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 117 Ancestral Skill
Feng Beiting lost control.

Jiang Yimian has a deep understanding of this.

He held her harder than ever before, as if he was afraid of her running away or being pushed away by her.

He kissed hard and urgently, like punishment and confession.

Jiang Yimian tasted a bit of fishy sweetness, it was the smell of blood, and he didn't know if it was hers or Feng Beiting's.

Or, it's both of them.

Like all kissing, it's not like theirs doesn't contain some kind of danger.

She clearly knew that Feng Beiting's mood was unstable now, even if she said a wrong word, or even just stared blankly, it would drive him even crazier, but strangely, the first feeling that came to her heart was not fear and escape.

She didn't know when it started, but a strange idea came to her mind.

this person……

won't hurt her.

On this small island where there were only the two of them, all she felt was Feng Beiting's tenderness, and she couldn't see his cruel side.

He hid it secretly.

In order to become a better person in front of her, she chose to wear a mask.

Jiang Yimian looked at him, her lips seemed to be dyed with Feng Beiting's lip color, a touch of enchanting red, a beautiful yet dangerous color.

She opened her lips, her voice was as thin as a mosquito, "Feng Beiting, I don't want to."

Those six words brought Feng Beiting back to his senses in an instant.

He backed away abruptly, as if waking up from a dream.

Looking at Jiang Yimian's red and swollen lips and hazy teary eyes, a look of annoyance appeared on his face, covering his face with his slender hands, he lowered his head weakly, and leaned his forehead on Jiang Yimian's shoulder.

"Mianmian... I'm sorry..."

His voice was a little hoarse, with a deep depression, not as melodious as usual, but damn sexy.

Jiang Yimian blinked, as if to disperse the mist in his eyes.

The hand that was pinching the corner of his clothes was retracted without a trace, and she shook her head lightly, "I'm not angry."

"Mianmian!" He looked up in astonishment, as if he had been forgiven.

"Feng Beiting, I forgive you." As long as the "villain" has good facial features, she doesn't have to think about it, "Whether you lied to me or kidnapped me three years ago, I won't be angry with you anymore.

But you have to promise me one thing. "

Feng Beiting's eyes froze slightly.

He thought she was going to ask him to let her go home, but she didn't make this request at all.

She said, "No matter what happens in the future, you must not hurt my family."

She will also secretly protect him from harm.

Feng Beiting couldn't say what he felt in his heart when he heard her say this. He was a little happy because she seemed to be sure that he would never hurt her no matter what, but he was also a little bitter because she actually suspected that he would hurt someone she cared about. family.

Obviously——

He didn't even dare to move Lin Sinan.

"Mianmian, I want to have you and love you, but I don't want to turn you into my confinement.

I will love your family as much as you do. "

Although it won't go deep into the bone marrow like loving you, but the most basic love house and uta can do it, and it won't let her down.

Jiang Yimian shook her head, as if she had foreseen something, she stubbornly asked him to promise, "You promise."

Feng Beiting cooperated unconditionally, "I promise.

Treat your family like I would treat my own family. "

Jiang Yimian: "..."

Do you not communicate often?

"Ahem——" Feng Beiting changed his words, "I won't hurt them, and I will do my best to treat them well."

Jiang Yimian nodded in satisfaction.

In fact, according to her personality, it is not so easy for her to believe in the promises made by others.

She once read in a book that promises are pine cones produced by time. Although pine cones are wonderful, no one can guarantee that they will not be knocked down by the seasons.

Life is your own drawing board, and you cannot rely on others to color it.

But inexplicably, she believed in Feng Beiting's promise to her.

Perhaps it was because she believed in his feelings for her, and precisely because she believed too much, that she had to plan ahead.

She believed that her feelings for Lin Sinan were not as deep as Feng Beiting's for her, but she still felt sore at the thought of giving up, and it was not difficult to guess Feng Beiting's sadness by putting herself in the shoes of others.

He didn't give up on her so easily, but it was obviously harder for his family to accept him than for him to give up, so she had to prepare early.

When she came back to her senses, seeing Feng Beiting lazily lying on her lap like a big dog, she couldn't help shaking, "I'm sleepy, go back to sleep."

"Mianmian, I still want to hold you to sleep."

"I do not want."

"Then let's just say that, I don't do anything, just sleep."

"...Don't talk to yourself over there, hey!"

Feng Beiting seemed to have lost his mind again. He was as drunk as he was at the beginning. He stood up against the wall, staggered towards the bathroom, and muttered in a low voice, "My Mianmian doesn't like the smell of alcohol, so it's useless to wash..."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

Are you listening to her?
Standing up from the ground, Jiang Yimian took two wipes to wipe off the blood on her lips.

When passing the bathroom, I saw the person who said he was going to take a shower suddenly opened the door and came out.

With one hand resting on the doorknob, the other was buttoning his shirt back.

Seeing Jiang Yimian, he was obviously startled, turned his body slightly, and said calmly, "I just remembered that you don't have my clothes here, I'd better go back to the next door and wash them."

He leaned over and pecked Jiang Yimian's lips, like a child who stole candy and ran away after getting a bargain. When Jiang Yimian reacted, he only heard the sound of the door closing.

She snorted, her brows furrowed.

In an instant, the eyes implying sharp blades gradually became suspicious.

its not right……

According to what she knew about Feng Beiting, the absence of his clothes here was no reason to restrict him at all, and she was quite sure that he wanted to come out naked after taking a shower.

Then why did he leave suddenly?

Approaching the door of the bathroom, Jiang Yimian grabbed the door frame and looked inside, his eyes full of curiosity.

But the bathroom is still the same bathroom, and the tiles are still the same tiles, nothing special.

Thus, Miss Jiang was aroused curiosity.

want to know...

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After tidying up himself, even the smell of alcohol faded a bit, Feng Beiting went back to Jiang Yimian's bedroom.

click-

The doorknob didn't turn.

The door is locked!
"Heh..." Feng Beiting was startled for a moment, then smiled softly.

A smile full of indulgence, the kind that will take people's souls away.

His family Mianmian is really innocent and cute occasionally.

His bony hand stretched out towards his neck, he touched the letter M twice, and when he retracted his hand again, he saw a small blade between his fingers, the size of the scalpel blade, but narrower than that , thin, can be folded up.

There was a slight sound of metal clashing in the air, mixed with the sound of the waves outside the window, it was not very obvious.

Opening the door, Feng Beiting walked in lightly.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the heavy blackout curtains were drawn tightly. The bedroom was very dark. Feng Beiting saw a small bulge on the bed through the faint light from the corridor.

He closed the door behind his back and walked steadily towards the princess bed.

The darkness didn't seem to affect his vision, and he walked to the bed without any mistakes, and lifted a corner of the quilt without trying.

When she was dragged into her arms from behind, Miss Jiang seemed to hear the sigh of God.

"How did you get in?" She almost turned the villa upside down in the past few days, and she didn't see the key or anything like that.

"Open the door and come in."

"..."

Holding her in his arms and turning around, making her face him, Feng Beiting said again, "It's just a lock, it's easy to open."

"Don't tell me that in addition to being a middleman in your family's business, you also work part-time to open locks for people?"

"I also work part-time as a substitute driver." Flying a plane can't help him.

"..."

A man's mouth is a deceitful ghost.

Feng Beiting held Jiang Yimian's hand, originally wanting her to hug him too, but for some reason, he suddenly turned around and stuck it to his heart.

Jiang Yimian noticed his stagnation halfway, and felt a little strange.

Reminiscent of his strangeness in the bathroom just now, I felt somewhat clear in my heart.

Was the problem not in the bathroom, but in him?

Jiang Yimian's heart tightened when he suddenly remembered the injury on the side of his neck that he saw earlier.

Unconsciously grabbing his clothes, Feng Beiting lowered his head, "Mianmian? What's wrong?"

"No……"

She shook her head in a concealed manner, "I was thinking that since you are so powerful, why not teach me in the future."

"It's not impossible to teach you." Feng Beiting seemed a little embarrassed, "But this is a unique skill passed down from our family. If you want to learn it, you have to marry me first. If you become a member of our family, you can learn it in a legitimate way."

"..."

I can go to yours!

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　　【small theater】

　　Feng Simi: Let me ask you!How far has the 100-odd chapters of Gu Anchen next door progressed? !
　　Daqi: Hmm...a beautiful woman in my arms...

　　Feng Simi: What about Ye Chengqi?
　　Daqi: Uh...meet the family...

　　Feng Simei: Believe it or not, I'll kill you!

　　Daqi: Hero, spare your life＿|￣|○

　　
　
(End of this chapter)