Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 65 He Satisfied All Her Preferences

Looking at his figure disappearing at the entrance of the bar, Jiang Yimian somehow felt that there was a trace of loneliness in his back, making people dare not approach him.

And the tone of his speech just now...

Always feel weird.

It seems that there is an element of order in it, but more, it seems to be just coaxing.

An irresistible lure.

She even had the illusion that he should have added the word "good" at the end of the sentence.

Later, Jiang Yimian finally understood that the biggest illusion that Feng Beiting gave her was that she took her super accurate sixth sense as an illusion...

That was what she summed up with blood and tears afterwards.

As for now-

She took it for granted that everything was an illusion.

Thinking of someone fighting in the bar, and Feng Beiting's body was wounded, Jiang Yimian felt uneasy no matter what she thought, a vague worry was quietly born somewhere deep in her heart.

After turning around twice in place, the footprints with water are all messy.

In the end, Jiang Yimian walked into that bar again according to his heart.

Across the door, the world has changed.

The yelling at the gaming table turned into a dead silence, the whole room fell into silence, and the atmosphere was heavy like a boat full of water.

The guests, alone or in small groups, became silent shadows, and they floated soundlessly across the floor and out of the double doors at the top of the stairs.

Silent, like shadows in the grass.

Seeing this, Jiang Yimian was full of surprise.

what happened? !
Everyone rushed out of the bar, and she was the only one who went against the current.

Not knowing the situation for a while, she stopped someone casually and asked, "May I ask what happened?"

"Brother Kun is here."

"Brother Kun?"

"It's the owner of this bar." It seems that Jiang Yimian is a little girl who can't carry it on her shoulders or hands. After walking two steps, the man stepped back and said to her, "Brother Kun has a lot of status in this area, and he can alarm him." It must be a big deal, little girl, you should leave now."

If you walk slowly, you should be in trouble.

Jiang Yimian thought that I wanted to leave too, but the problem was that I was left behind.

Brother Kun...

As soon as you hear the name, you know that you are someone who walks on the edge.

These people have one thing in common, they have the mind of a businessman, they emphasize good strategies in doing things, and they let their personal feelings roll aside and play on their own.

Usually they do whatever they find pleasing, as long as it has something to do with making money.

Jiang Yimian wanted to call Feng Beiting to tell him to come out, but was pulled out by a hand stretched out beside him, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me outside?"

"Why did you go?"

"Here."

He showed her the ice bucket of wine held in his left hand.

Jiang Yimian was a bit conceited, "This..."

Feng Beiting lowered his eyes, and his eyes seemed to fall on her legs, "Wash your legs."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

A little touched, but also a little want to laugh.

Seeing that she was still in a daze, Feng Beiting said again, "I also asked someone to add some hot water, it was lukewarm."

"Thank you."

"Go over to the bench."

Following Feng Beiting to the public leisure seats, Jiang Yimian stared at his slender back in a daze.

she was thinking...

If she didn't fall in love with Lin Sinan, maybe she would fall on him.

After all, he satisfied all her preferences.

In fact, when she stepped into the bar for the second time just now, a suspicion suddenly appeared in her mind.

She thought that Feng Beiting knew that she was being taken advantage of by others, and went in to find someone to avenge her, but it turned out that she was overthinking.

Su Fu: Not thinking too much at all!

Skylark: You can think more!

Prison Temple: Hmm... seconded...

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in the bar.

The originally crowded booth and dance floor became silent, and there was no one to be found.

There were only wine bottles scattered on the floor, a broken fruit plate, and even two shoes that had been dropped by people running out of the bar.

Looking around, it was a mess.

Two people stood at the door of the box at the end of the corridor on the second floor. The door was closed, and several figures were reflected on the narrow glass.

Fei Kun sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, a slipper dangled gently on his big toe, and his gloomy eyes looked at the middle-aged man crawling on the ground like looking at an object.

"Brother Kun...why did you come here in person..."

Peng San's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and the corners of his mouth were still oozing blood. He spoke slowly, using his strength carefully, like an unemployed showgirl using her last pair of good stockings, "If you need anything, just ask someone to tell you , I will definitely handle it properly for you..."

The face was old, flabby, and full of the color of drunkenness.

It was the person who just took advantage of Jiang Yimian!

Hearing Peng San's words, Fei Kun suddenly smiled, "I told you?"

"Yes."

"Which one of mine can make you move!" He changed the topic, and the smile on his face faded completely, "Do you know how much trouble you have caused me!"

He put down the wine glass heavily, causing the wine to spill on an ivory cushion. There was a muffled "boom", which was not particularly loud, but it still made Peng San tremble with fright.

"Brother Kun?!" He raised his head in astonishment, his eyes full of confusion.

cause trouble?
What's the trouble?
I'm just here to drink some wine and pick up girls as usual, so how can this be considered troublesome.

"Brother Kun, Brother Kun, there must be some misunderstanding!" Peng San hurriedly defended, "I didn't get involved in the fight today, it's none of my business!"

"Don't fart! I don't care about fighting!"

He came because he heard that Fourth Young Master Feng was here.

That's almost like the emperor going on tour in micro-clothes.

Rather—

This lifeless thing also hit the muzzle of the gun.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he got, Fei Kun took off the slippers on his feet, and slammed the sole of the shoe on Peng San's face, "Damn it!"

"Brother Kun..." Peng San smiled contemptuously, crawled up to Brother Kun's feet like a dog, and brought his face up, "You hit, you hit, and calm down after the beating."

"If you don't do it, I'll do it myself."

When the words fell, he slapped his mouth one after another.

In order to save his life, he didn't dare to hold back his strength, he wished he could use his strength to feed, blood was seen on his lips after two slaps.

"Go away! Go away! Go away! Go away! Go away!" Fei Kun waved impatiently.

Peng San thought he had escaped, kowtowed hurriedly, "Thank you, Brother Kun! Thank you, Brother Kun!"

In no mood……

He also heard the other party say, "Find a place where no one is around and kill him!"

"Brother Kun!"

"Fourth Young Master has recently cultivated his moral character and avoided bloodshed." Yunque appeared at the door at some point, lazily standing against the wall.

A very thin silver bracelet was twirling at his fingertips, with a pair of small duckweed crutches dangling from the end.

Fei Kun suddenly stood up from the sofa.

He looked over Hibari and saw the subordinates who were brought down outside the door.

He didn't notice it at all!

After recognizing the crutches, the expression on Fei Kun's face became even more exciting, "Yun...Mr. Yun..."

Waving his hand, Skylark felt a chill in his heart.

"Fourth Young Master said, your place doesn't seem to be clean." Lifting his feet, he walked slowly in front of Peng San.

"...Yes, yes, yes, I must pay attention." Fei Kun changed his attitude of being a big boss in front of Peng San, lowered his head tremblingly, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead to the ground.

"Don't open the door for business until it's cleaned up."

"……Yes."

After saying that, Yunque sat down on the coffee table and picked up the fruit knife in the fruit plate.

He erected the blade to look left and right in front of his eyes, using it as a mirror, and finally sighed "tsk", "It's too sharp...not good..."

"Huh?" Fei Kun was puzzled.

"Get a rusty one."

Fat Kun:?
Rusted?
Looking into Yunque's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Fei Kun quickly lowered his head, telling his younger brother to quickly find a rusty knife.

As for why...

He didn't dare to say it, and he didn't dare to ask.

In this world, some people are really ruthless, while some people just think they are ruthless.

Before seeing the methods of Feng's family, Fei Kun always felt that he was the former, but later...

He became the latter.

It took a while for the younger brother to come back with a rusty knife. After all, there are not many people killing people with blunt knives these days.

"Mr. Yun, then you are busy first, and I will deal with the funeral when it is over."

"Brother Kun!" Upon hearing that he was leaving, Peng San became anxious, "Brother Kun, save me! I'll be your cow! Please help me!"

It's nothing more than Peng San being in a hurry to go to the doctor, but Fei Kun didn't expect that Yunque would also ask to keep him, "Don't go, play for a while."

Fei Kun: "..."

If he can't afford it, if he can't afford it, he will die, and if he is scared to death, he will die.

Taking the blunt knife and weighing it, Yunque kicked Peng three or two times with the tip of his spotless shoe, "Which hand touched Miss Jiang just now?"

"What, what Miss Jiang?!"

"If you don't say it, it's as if you have touched both hands." Lark's words were light and light, but the movements of his hands were not the same.

(End of this chapter)