Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 7 Mianmian Exclusive
Feng Beiting chatted with Jiang Yimian all the time, during which he changed the water in the vase, and opened the robot vacuum to clean up the water stains Jiang Yimian left on the ground. Except for that overly-seeming face, he is really a homely person. type of man.

"I saw you staring at the Rubik's Cube just now, do you like playing with this too?"

"That's right." Jiang Yimian didn't hide anything.

Feng Beiting picked up the most complicated one and handed it to her. The eyes embedded in his face were as bright as dewdrops.

"Why do you have so many grades here? Did you spend your own money to make it?" She knew that some fans would customize it by themselves, but she didn't, and she couldn't bear the money.

"This is a sample that our company has just released, and it hasn't been put into the market yet."

"your company……"

Only then did Jiang Yimian remember that the boy who brought him the keys just now called him the boss, so it turned out that he really was the boss.

"Toy company." Feng Beiting further explained.

"This is so dazzling..." Playing with the 33rd-order Rubik's Cube in his hand, Jiang Yimian didn't even bother to eat, his eyes were shining brightly, and his eyes were throbbing with excitement and excitement, "Hurry up and put this large batch of cubes together!" Produce it and put it on the market to sell, I will definitely buy one and go back to play.”

"If you like it, I'll give this to you."

"……what?!"

She ate and took so much, she felt a little embarrassed no matter how shameless she was.

"Play after eating, the food will be cold later." Feng Beiting walked over and took out the Rubik's Cube in her hand and put it beside her, Jiang Yimian was slightly stunned by the familiarity in her tone.

Why is his tone so similar to his brothers?

There is pampering in the order, and intimacy in the concern...

When there was nothing to say, the arrival of the unlocking master broke the strange silence.

Jiang Yimian took the opportunity to say, "I'll go and have a look first."

"Put on your shoes." Feng Beiting reminded in a gentle voice.

"……it is good."

The pear vortex sank slightly, but a hint of doubt flashed in Xing's eyes very quickly.

Or just that feeling.

Feng Beiting's words gave her the illusion that they were very familiar with each other, not just familiarity, but closeness.

Feng Beiting looked at her back through an open door, with an intoxicated and focused expression on his face, as if Eastern European immigrants saw the Statue of Liberty for the first time.

Turning around, he walked to the table and stood still.

Her white fingertips lightly brushed the silver spoon, and the tip seemed to still have the residual warmth of her palm.

At that moment, the expression on his face is called "happiness", as if touching something can make him feel happy.

"That..." Jiang Yimian's voice came from behind.

Turning around, the deeply repressed madness in Feng Beiting's eyes had disappeared, and his eyes sparkled lightly, "Huh?"

"The door is already open, let me come and talk to you."

He nodded, "Are you still eating?"

"...I'm full." Although it's shameful to waste, eating too much at such a late hour is not easy to digest.

Between cravings and health, she chooses health.

Because once the health is gone, there will be nowhere to relieve the greed.

"Thank you, this is the best curry rice I've ever had!"

"The eighth time."

"Huh?" What eighth time?

"Thank you for the eighth time." The teasing in his eyes was very obvious.

"..."

With such a good memory, why did you leave the key behind?

As soon as the two of them get acquainted with each other, Jiang Yimian will fire the cannon when it reaches the mouth.

Putting the words down in time, she smiled and shook the phone in her hand towards Feng Beiting, "I'll transfer the money for the clothes to you."

His suit was a brand name, and she didn't have that much cash on hand.

Feng Beiting smiled helplessly, put his index finger on the top of her phone and pushed it back, "You will make me look stingy, just treat it as a friend, maybe someday I will need your help, when the time comes I also hope that you will refuse separately because of this dress."

Jiang Yimian stared at his hand and forgot to answer for a moment.

"I'm just talking casually. I don't really have anything to trouble you."

"Ah! No!" She quickly explained, "I was distracted just now, and I didn't hear what you said clearly."

After a pause, Jiang Yimian bit her lower lip, pointed at his hand, "Your hand is very beautiful, I was fascinated by it for a while."

She doesn't have such pretty hands...

So angry.

Following her gaze and looking at his hands, Feng Beiting seemed to be looking at them carefully for the first time, and asked her with some uncertainty, "Is this considered beautiful?"

Miss Jiang nodded vigorously, her eyes were full of stars.

Seeing this, Feng Beiting smiled charmingly, "I can show you anytime."

Although--

There is always something not so pretty with these pretty hands.

"It's late, go back and rest early."

"Well, good night." Jiang Yimian waved his hands, his overly wide sleeves were like a banner waving in the wind.

"Good night."

Feng Beiting closed the door first, until there was a muffled sound of closing the door outside, and the softness on his face faded away in an instant.

Those beautiful eyes became dull, but made his amber eyes deeper.

When a bad guy has 360 paths, he knows all of them.

But only in front of her, he wanted to be a good person...

After washing Jiang Yimian's used porcelain plates and spoons, Feng Beiting sterilized them and put them in the highest cabinet. The bottom of the cabinet is the same as the Rubik's Cube, with the word "M" printed on it.

No one knew what that meant, only he knew.

Mianmian exclusive.

Touching the necklace around his neck, Feng Beiting thought, including himself.

For him, apart from being expensive, exclusivity means exclusive possession.

Walking out of the kitchen, when he passed by the dining table, he picked up the Rubik's cube on it and put it back to its original place.

he thinks……

She will come again.

Everything in this room is according to her preferences, including himself.

With a casual glance, he saw Jiang Yimian's changed clothes on the sofa.

The smile became brighter in an instant.

It was a bewitching smile, charming and dangerous, different from the one shown in front of Jiang Yimian or anyone else.

It seemed that this was his original appearance, Feng Beiting like a poppy.

His fingertips touched Jiang Yimian's white T-shirt, and he brushed it lightly just like before, as if she was under his finger at this moment, and he looked at it with nostalgia, embracing the moonlight like a night.

"Mianmian..."

He groaned softly, and slowly closed his eyes, blocking the increasingly obsessed look in his eyes.

Relaxed and sank into the sofa, Feng Beiting had no intention of sending the clothes back to Jiang Yimian.

In a way, they are a bit alike.

He thought it foolish not to take advantage of an opportunity like this offered to him.

So, he decided to withhold her clothes and wait for the "prey" to come.

Xianhui folded her clothes neatly, when Feng Beiting suddenly heard a muffled "boom", something fell on the carpet.

It is a sharp scalpel.

Even under such soft lighting, there is still a chilling light.

He held it in his hand and played with it, with a coquettish smile on his lips.

It seems that I have let go of my guard against him...

"Mianmian, this is very dangerous." He murmured, his voice disappearing into his beautiful lips.

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　　【small theater】

　　Daqi: Please describe Feng Si Shao's behavior in four words.

　　The Four Young Masters: Love is as Deep as the Sea

　　Mianmian: perverted

　　Reader: Please use four words to describe Mianmian's answer just now.

　　Daqi: hit the nail on the head
　　Four Young Masters: Know Me Deeply

　　Daqi, readers: ...

　　What a shameless pervert ╮(╯▽╰)╭

　　
　
(End of this chapter)