Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 24 Feng Beiting is a Serious Person

Dinner consists of six dishes and one soup. The dishes include cherry meat, beef and king oyster mushrooms, stir-fried lettuce, and iced kale. Just looking at the first four dishes, there are meat and vegetables, cold and hot, and the combination is very reasonable.

Let’s look at the last two dishes: Pai Cucumber and Tofu with shallots.

Inexplicably, it seems to be a gift!
Jiang Yimian was even a little skeptical, these two dishes were just served to make up the numbers, after all, they were not in the same style as the previous four.

And she found that Prison Temple and Su Fu only ate these two dishes.

She watched, feeling guilty in her heart.

Although it is lighter and refreshing to eat in summer, it is not so refreshing!
What it was for, she didn't dare to say, she didn't dare to ask, she thought it was always right to eat along with it.

So, Jiang Yimian's chopsticks that were originally stretched towards the cherry meat suddenly changed direction, and went straight to pick up cucumbers and shallots mixed with tofu.

Feng Beiting sat next to her and observed quietly, his amber eyes became darker and darker, and the murderous intent in his eyes that occasionally glanced at the two opposite her became stronger and stronger.

Prison Temple:!
Su Fu:!
None of their business!
"Do you want to eat more? I'll cut some more." Feng Beiting pointed at the cucumber that was about to bottom out, very unwilling to lose like this.

However, as long as his Mianmian is happy, he chooses to compromise.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yimian even took away his chance to compromise, "Thank you, no need, I'm full."

"...Mmm." He slightly hooked his lips, and slightly tightened his left hand holding the chopsticks.

It wasn't until dinner was over that the Prison Temple was cleaning up the battlefield, only to find that the fourth young master's chopsticks were broken...

break!up!
Although there was still no expression on Prison Temple's face, he swallowed and turned his head to look at the living room more stiffly than before.

He felt that he and Su Fu could leave alive tonight.

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After dinner, Jiang Yimian and Su Fu started chatting about work.

When it came to the profession of forensic medicine, and the case she and Liang Qiu had handled, Miss Jiang put on a serious face, and she no longer smiled as before.

Su Fu could feel that she was in awe of the forensic work.

just like her...

She was also in awe of YY Nannan.

Prison Temple: No!You call that "blasphemy"!
Su Fu opened his notebook and tapped, throwing out the questions he had listed earlier, "Can fingerprints really be removed?"

"Theoretically, yes."

"for example?"

"Country M once had a public enemy, John Herbert Dillinger, who was avoiding the pursuit of the BOI, which is the predecessor of the current FBI. He chose to corrode his fingertips with strong acid."

"And escaped the pursuit?"

Jiang Yimian's gaze slowly shifted from Su Fu's hand that was typing to Feng Beiting's hand holding the fruit plate. She secretly touched her stomach, leaving some space for herself to eat fruit in her heart. like.

When she came back to her senses, she raised her milk tea-colored lips, and there was a trace of gloating in her smile, "How is that possible!"

"Even if the fingerprints located behind the epidermis of the fingertips are removed, the mastoid lines in the dermis still exist, which can also be compared with the original fingerprint samples to determine their identity." However, the basal layer cells in the deep layer of the epidermis will multiply rapidly to supplement the defects in the epidermal tissue, and the newly grown fingerprints are exactly the same as the previous ones.

"Are there no successful cases?"

"Of course there is."

Couldn't help but took a cherry to eat, Jiang Yimian pointed to Feng Beiting's slender and white hand, "For example, completely wipe off his fingerprints, to avoid the problem of rebirth of mastoid lines, you need to remove them from other parts of his body. Skin grafts to fingertips."

Looking in the direction of Jiang Yimian's finger, Su Fu's eyes suddenly wavered when he heard the phrase "from other parts of his body".

Fortunately, prison temple "missed" and spilled water on her computer for a while, so she survived.

There's a tiny "explosion" in the air, a puff of white smoke rises from the keyboard, and then...

Su Fu walked away with a cold face.

Prison Temple also followed, but there was still no expression on his face.

In the blink of an eye, only Jiang Yimian and Feng Beiting were left in the room, and up to this moment, Miss Jiang finally confirmed that Su Fu and Feng Beiting had nothing to do with each other.

A normal man should show something when he sees that the girl he likes eats badly, but this gentleman is so good, he actually laughed!

Laughed……

Jiang Yimian felt that he and Su Fu might be rivals in love.

"Then I won't bother you for now, you just have a cold, go to bed early." As he spoke, he picked up another cherry and stuffed it into his mouth. The bright red juice stained the corners of his mouth, which made Feng Beiting's eyes darker and drooping. The hand on the side was hidden in the pocket of his trousers, afraid that he couldn't help but touch her.

"Ah."

Walking to the door, Jiang Yimian's footsteps suddenly stopped, "Oh! That's right!"

She turned around and tapped her forehead with her slender index finger, "Wait a minute, I have something for you."

After finishing speaking, she ran back to her home in a jolt. Feng Beiting looked at the scalpel on her head, and worried that she would knock it off too hard and stab it in his foot.

After a while, Miss Jiang ran out with a scalpel in her hand and a bag in her hand.

"Here." She handed it to him.

"What?" Feng Beiting took it hesitantly.

"Clothes, you don't want to pay you back." She suddenly remembered something, pointed to the bag, her eyes sparkled, "Is there a gift for you, you can take a look."

She was going to watch, but was distracted by the hijacking case.

According to Feng Beiting's words, he opened the bag and groped for a while, and took out a beautifully packaged and exquisitely styled...

Men's underwear.

Fourth Young Master Feng: "..."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

Both pairs of eyes were fixed on the underwear, and neither of them broke the calm first.

until--

There was a "ding" sound from the elevator, and the old couple who turned a blind eye to the "murder scene" came out of it yesterday. Seeing the scene in front of them, their eyes were instantly caught by the gray underwear in Feng Beiting's hand Attracted, the eyes that looked at the two of them again became ambiguous in an instant.

Jiang Yimian even heard the two old men discuss in a loud voice, "I never thought Asians would be so open and enthusiastic..."

"Did you see the size? It's a large size."

"Cut! Who hasn't been young yet!"

Picking out her ears, Jiang Yimian felt that if this conversation happened in China, it would definitely be a late-night rhythm.

Although she felt embarrassing, Miss Jiang didn't feel shy and panicked.

The reaction of "shyness" itself does not exist in her personality, plus she is a medical student, so the matter of human body structure is nothing in her eyes.

In other words, Miss Jiang didn't take herself seriously.

But the problem is, she thinks Feng Beiting is a decent person.

How could this misunderstanding, which was comparable to molesting, not be explained, so Jiang Yimian said seriously, "It's really just a gift, if you can't wear it, just throw it away."

In fact, her heart was bleeding.

Anyway, it's a brand name, and the quality is definitely good. Why don't she keep it and wear it as safety pants?

(End of this chapter)