Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 22 He Has a Great Interest in Loving Her

Jiang Yimian didn't think too much about it, she just asked Liang Qiu to bring a bouquet of flowers for Drew when she went to visit Drew, to work together, the scene that should go must go.

"Master, I will go back first."

"Together."

Liang Qiu put the remaining melon seeds into his pocket, and walked out with her arm.

Jiang Yimian: "..."

How many times did she want to react to his old man, this posture is usually the appearance of girls in middle and high school when they "make a pee appointment".

Noticing the shopping bag on her other arm, Liang Qiu couldn't hold back his curiosity and glanced inside, the gossip factors all over his body became active, "Men's clothes, who did you buy them for?"

"It's not for you anyway." Jiang Yimian replied with a half-smile.

"Tsk!" Liang Qiu frowned.

Shouldn't...

Did you buy it for that brat in the Lin family?

Jiang Yimian didn't know the complicated thoughts in her master's heart, so she said goodbye to him at the subway station, and took the subway home.

When she got out of the station, she saw Ashley's case being reported on the big screen.

The purpose of announcing her as the murderer and explaining the crime she committed was to reduce the panic of the citizens, but the police did not explicitly mention the cause of her death, but just mentioned it in one sentence.

Because once it is detailed, it is likely to cause new panic.

Back home with a lot of worries, Jiang Yimian took out a black leather-bound diary from under the coffee table, with a golden skull printed on the cover, which was very thick.A water-based pen is pinned on it, and the cap is also a skull, but this skull is cute and not scary at all.

Pressing the ballpoint pen to her head, she opened the book.

【June 2017, 6; weather: sunny】

【Serial Murder: The Electra Complex】

Jiang Yimian's handwriting is really not good-looking, at most it is neat.

They all say that her handwriting is like a person, which is not bad. Every one of her handwriting is round and round, with its own "art word" effect, very full and cute.

Writing a diary is Jiang Yimian's long-standing habit. She will not write down all the details of the case or the autopsy process, but will only write down one point in the case that touched her the most.

Just like this time, she felt that Ashley's case was "tailor-made" for the term "Electra complex".

Not every girl has an Electra complex, and not every girl will commit unforgivable sins because of her Electra complex. The problem lies in her own temperament and the influence of the environment.

Ashley's tragedy was not caused by her alone, Mrs. Gavin contributed to it.

When giving life to a person, if it brings neglect and indifference, then this giving itself is a kind of dereliction of duty.

After closing the notebook, Jiang Yimian let out a slow and long breath.

She lowered her head slightly, closed her eyes and remained silent for a long time, like a silent mourning, and then carefully put away her notebook and picked up the novel on the side to read. She called this behavior "retreat".During this period, she can not eat, drink, or go to the bathroom, and sometimes she doesn't even change her posture. Unless she is forced to interrupt midway, she seldom stops on her own.

So, when Miss Jiang finally came ashore from the ocean of knowledge, it was already dark.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, she figured that Feng Beiting would be home from get off work, so she opened the door with her shopping bag and walked out, remembering to bring the key this time.

As soon as he went out, he heard the "ding" of the elevator, and a woman came out of it.

To be exact, she is a great beauty.

Long hair fluttering, clear and cold, the kind that does not eat the fireworks of the world.

The first time Jiang Yimian saw her, he thought of someone——Little Dragon Girl.

She even had a feeling that this girl usually eats wind, drinks smoke, and is the kind that is fed with dew.

Just in time, a beautiful oriental girl rang the doorbell of Feng Beiting's house.

At that time, Miss Jiang had an idea in her mind: Sure enough, beautiful people play with beautiful people.

The door opened, and the first thing Feng Beiting saw was Jiang Yimian standing behind Su Fu.

"Is something wrong?"

He turned sideways and motioned for Su Fu to go in.

So Jiang Yimian understood that he was asking her this question.

Seeing that Su Fu turned his head slightly and seemed to be taking a sneak peek at himself, Jiang Yimian quickly put the shopping bag behind his back, shaking his head guiltily, "No... go downstairs and throw some trash..."

Giving him clothes in front of his girlfriend, no matter how she thinks about this move, she thinks it's full of bitch.

It would be bad if it caused the young couple to quarrel. It would be better to send it another day.

In order to lie, Jiang Yimian could only walk to the elevator hall on slippers embroidered with skulls.

Feng Beiting's voice came from behind, "Did you bring the key this time?"

"……Um."

Such a familiar tone is not self-inflicted!

Jiang Yimian felt that he might kneel down to his girlfriend later.

And the truth is—

As soon as the door of Feng Beiting's house was closed, Su Fu knelt down at the entrance with a "plop", with a standard posture as if worshiping.

"I'm sorry, Fourth Young Master." It was her fault that Miss Jiang mistakenly believed that she was Fourth Young Master's girlfriend.

Su Fu's voice was the same as hers, cold and ethereal, like a mountain stream dripping on beautiful jade.

Feng Beiting didn't look at her, and there was still a smile in his eyes, but it didn't have the warmth shown in front of Jiang Yimian, it was cool, making one's scalp tingle.

He walked directly to the sofa and sat down, silently took the coffee from the prison temple.

Caramel macchiato.

His favorite and only coffee he knows how to drink.

But he doesn't like its taste, but the meaning behind this coffee - the sweet imprint.

He hoped that the relationship between him and Mianmian could be like this cup of coffee, with the sweetness of caramel and the softness of milk foam, neutralizing the bitterness of espresso.He wants to use his affection and persistence to reverse the fact that she doesn't love him, even though she likes the bitterness that others bring to him, which is difficult to neutralize.

This is Feng Beiting.

He likes something not because of the thing itself, but because it is related to Jiang Yimian.

such as--

He played the Rubik's Cube because of her, watched "Forensic" because of her, and planted cherries because of her.

Even, even himself is the same.

He has great interest in loving her, but not much interest in loving himself.

The slightly downcast eyes fell on his hand holding the coffee cup, and the smile in Feng Beiting's eyes softened a little.

He knows that she has a hand fetish, so he has always taken good care of his hands, soaking them in milk every day, applying various skin creams, and doing regular hand care. Even now, he seldom beats people, basically he can use his feet to kick. Hitting with his hands, he was so frustrated that he let the prison temple collapse with a gun.

It is said that the Fourth Young Master Feng was making hand masks again, and Su Fu couldn't help but secretly murmured to the prison temple, "You said that the Fourth Young Master's ten fingers don't touch the spring water now, except that this hand can make him not be regarded as a disabled person when he takes the subway. What is the use of giving up your seat besides that?"

Prison Temple was silent for a moment, and finally said quietly, "Watch and watch."

Show it to Miss Jiang.

Before Su Fu could finish rolling his eyes, he heard the prison temple say again, "Also, Fourth Young Master doesn't take the subway."

Su Fu: "..."

A little too strict.

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