Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 150 What If I Let You Die With Me

Feng Beiting hardly gave Jiang Yimian a chance to speak again, picked her up, stuffed her into the car, and left.

Jiang Lan stood not far away and watched, her eyes darkened.

Watching the black car disappear into the night, he lowered his eyes, turned and walked back.

Instead of going home, he went to the property and asked them to retrieve the surveillance video just now.

The location where the vehicle parked seemed to be designed by the other party in advance. The license plate was just blocked by trees, and even the man turned his back to the camera, so his face could not be seen.

"Adjust the time forward." He opened his lips, and his voice was light.

"Ok."

According to his request, the staff adjusted the time to the night of New Year's Eve. In the [-] minutes before and after the zero o'clock bell struck, there was no abnormality at the gate.

Jiang Lan watched with a coolness in his eyes.

"Back back."

The staff followed the instructions, wondering what Jiang Lan wanted to see.

He watched the same video several times over and over again, and finally confirmed his guess.

Frame skipped.

This video is really passive.

"Delete."

"Mr. Jiang..."

"And those few paragraphs just now, delete them all.

If someone asks later, say it's a system failure. "He said lightly, and he didn't give aggressive orders, but he just couldn't say no to them.

"……Yes."

"Come to me if you need something."

"Ok."

After leaving the property management office, Jiang Lan walked back home slowly.

As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted with a lot of attention.

"Alan, when did you go out?" Yan Mei routinely paid attention to each of them.

Squeezing some hand sanitizer to disinfect, Jiang Lan said calmly, "I saw Xiao Mian go out just now, so I went out to have a look."

"Xiao Mian went out?! Why did you go?"

"It should be Ah Zhuo looking for her." He lowered his head slightly, and his eyes fell somewhere.

"Oh."

As soon as she heard that it was related to the case, Yan Mei didn't pursue her further.

When it comes to criminal cases, it is common to run out in the middle of the night, so they don't care.

Jiang Lan sat on the sofa and fiddled with her mobile phone, and sent a text message to Jiang Yimian.

[When you come back, remember to think about your words. 】

Confirm sending.

Click Delete.

After finishing all this, he locked the phone with a "click", and continued to listen to his family talking about Jiang Nuo's childhood, as if he had been sitting here listening to their chatting, and never left.

Besides, when Jiang Yimian received the text message, she almost couldn't shed tears.

As expected of her third brother, he is too good...

It's as magical as a summoned beast.

After closing the phone, Miss Jiang looked at a young master with tears in her eyes, full of helplessness.

Although some of the delusions he conjured up in the past few times were far-fetched, they could at least reflect the feelings and thoughts in his heart, but this time it was really outrageous, like a dream.

She went to the hospital, and he actually thought she had an incurable disease, which made her wonder if he was just looking forward to her death in his heart.

Jiang Yimian kissed him twice like the previous few times, but the situation did not improve.

He has already arranged a plane to take her back to country M for medical treatment.

Holding his forehead helplessly, Jiang Yimian was so depressed that he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

This love is about...

What a failure.

Resting her chin with one hand, she watched Feng Beiting busy there in boredom, feeling both moved and powerless in her heart.

Seeing his red eyes, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, stood up "Teng" and walked towards him.

"Feng Beiting, let me ask you, what will you do if I really don't live long?"

"Mianmian..."

He frowned and looked at her, the pain in his eyes seemed to be connected to her heart.

She refused to soften her heart and stubbornly asked for an answer.

"I won't let you die." Feng Beiting lowered his eyes, not daring to look her in the eye.

"Then if...

I let you die with me? "She looked up at him, her eyes were frighteningly bright.

For a while, it was hard to tell which of the two of them was sick.

Feng Beiting hugged her, and a bloodthirsty killing intent flashed in his eyes, "Okay."

"you sure?"

"determine."

"Then you wait here for me." She pushed him away, turned and went downstairs.

Skylark and Prison Temple were downstairs, seeing her coming down, subconsciously stood up to meet her.

"Prepare two things for me."

"Miss Jiang..."

Jiang Yimian looked at the two of them with dark eyes, not joking like usual, the gloom between his brows actually resembled Feng Beiting's.

"You should also know that Feng Beiting's illness is different this time. If he really takes me away like this, the world will be in chaos."

Hearing this, Prison Temple glanced at Yunque, and said first, "Miss Jiang is right, so Yunque will prepare it, and I will go upstairs to see Fourth Young Master."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

lark:! !

Pit teammates?
Patting Lark on the shoulder as if encouraging, Jiang Yimian said to him earnestly, "Gambard!

Our future is in your hands. "

"..."

How can he take on this important task?

But being forced to this point, Yunque could only do what Jiang Yimian said, and help her prepare what she needed.

Jiang Yimian took it, and said, "Where is the psychiatrist who treated Feng Beiting earlier?"

"A few days ago, I went back to City S to celebrate the New Year with my family."

"Ask her to come back."

"Yes."

After walking two steps, Jiang Yimian suddenly stopped and murmured, "I'm afraid it's too late..."

Turning around, she asked Skylark, "Can you hypnotize?

Or a simple psychological suggestion will do. "

"I……"

"Su Fuhui." Prison Temple came back at some point, betraying his teammates for the second time.

It just so happened that Su Fu had just returned from the police station, and just as he entered the door, he heard his name and asked excitedly, "What will happen?"

"You can hypnotize?!"

"Eh..." Su Fu looked at Yunque and Yusi vigilantly, "I... I should be able to...or I won't..."

"meeting!"

Prison Temple and Skylark affirmed in unison, and worked together to sell their teammates.

Miss Jiang nodded in satisfaction, "Prepare for a team battle."

Prison Temple: "..."

lark:"……"

Su Fu: "..."

Little ancestor, we don't call this a team fight, it's called death.

In order to give them an example, Jiang Yimian went upstairs to find Feng Beiting.

He was sitting on the sofa with his head drooping deeply, and his whole body was shrouded in a thick gloom.

Put your hands on your knees in prayer.

Jiang Yimian's heart ached.

A normal person prays, that is faith, a sick person prays, he is just afraid.

Afraid of her leaving, afraid of her dying.

Clenching the things in his hands, Jiang Yimian raised his feet and walked towards him.

She half-kneeled in front of him, showed him the syringe in her hand, and said with a smile, "I just got it, it's too late for you to regret it now."

"Mianmian, I don't regret it."

"it is good."

She picked up one of the syringes and plunged it into her arm without hesitation.

The tasseled floor lamp next to the sofa cast a quiet light to the ceiling. Feng Beiting slowly raised his head in the light, and silently stretched out his arm in front of her.

Jiang Yimian picked up another syringe and took a deep breath, but not as quickly as when he was treating himself just now.

She seemed hesitant.

Seeing this, Feng Beiting suddenly held her hand.

Her fingertips were a little cold.

He stroked her lightly, approaching her cheek, and his voice softly rang in her ear, "Mianmian, it's okay.

Even if it is poison, I am willing.

As long as you don't leave me, I am willing to do anything to me. "

After speaking, he held her hand and pierced the tip of the needle into his arm, and the liquid medicine in the needle tube decreased visibly with the naked eye.

"Feng Beiting..."

He turned his face slightly and kissed her on the cheek. He didn't say anything, but leaned his head lightly on her shoulder, his eyelashes drooping, and he didn't lift it up.

The frightening Fourth Young Master Feng was brought down just like that, which simply made Su Fu and the others couldn't believe it.

"Did you really faint?" Su Fu boldly poked it with his hand.

Suddenly there was a "click" sound from the side, and the prison temple recorded this "beautiful" moment with his mobile phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Let the Fourth Young Master wake up and show him."

"..."

Why didn't she realize before that the prison temple was so rotten.

"Stop making trouble, hurry up and hypnotize him." Jiang Yimian tugged Su Fu.

"When did I hypnotize, it was just a simple psychological suggestion."

"That's fine too."

"But the effect will be much worse. The Fourth Young Master might remember it later." After saying that, Su Fu was startled.

That's right, what should Fourth Young Master do when he thinks about it later? !

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