Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 81 Delusion to act like a baby in your arms
"I want to confirm the details of Liang Xi's disappearance with you." He calmed down and threw out the bait.

"You said."

"I found out that she disappeared once before she disappeared when she was 18 years old, didn't she?"

"Correct!"

"Do you know where she went during that time?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yimian shook his head in despair.

She had heard from her master that Sister Liang Xi was in very good condition when she returned home, like a pampered young lady, without any sign of being abused.

But I don't know why, as long as she mentions her whereabouts in those ten years, she keeps silent.

later--

Probably because she couldn't bear to see Master and Mistress worry about this, she finally confessed that she promised others not to tell, and they only needed to know that she hadn't suffered.

Her master thought it was the same thing, so she didn't ask any more questions later.

"I found out that she had been adopted by a family."

"real?!"

Feng Beiting raised his hand to signal her not to get too excited, "It's in a small town next to Chicago, but it has been rebuilt there now, and it may take some time to find the person following this clue."

"Is there any information about the person who adopted her?"

"It's a couple, older than her parents who are of the same age as her, and the others are..."

"Thank you!"

Maybe sister Liang Xi secretly ran away from home because she missed her adoptive parents.

Or, her adoptive parents came to pick her up.

In short, no matter which one it is, this is at least one direction.

"Where is the exact location of that small town?" Even if it is rebuilt, the people who lived there before are still there. Although it takes time and effort to find it, it is better than searching like headless chickens like before. up.

Feng Beiting paused for a moment before writing down an address for her.

"I've arranged for someone to go there."

"Then I have to tell Master, maybe he has friends who can help." Her Master has traveled around and met many people over the years.

"Alright."

"Feng Beiting, thank you." She looked at him with focused and serious eyes, "In the future, if you need help, just ask, except..."

She paused, her eyes flickering slightly.

Feng Beiting chuckled, "Do I look like such a despicable person?"

Su Fu: You are not like, you are.

Prison Temple: Yes.

The melon-eaters saw it clearly but didn't tell the truth, Jiang Yimian, who was kept in the dark, shook his head repeatedly.

She didn't think he was mean, she just couldn't see through him.

"I'll take it as if you gave me a promise, and I will ask you to keep it if necessary." At the end, he added without meanness, "It won't be about feelings."

"……Um."

The phrase "I'm sorry" was already on the verge of her lips, but she caught a glimpse of Prison Temple and Su Fu from the corner of her eye, and she swallowed it back abruptly.

She even doubted for a moment, whether these two people might be the ones he picked up as a shield...

Watching Jiang Yimian walk out of his house, the warmth in Feng Beiting's eyes gradually faded.

Thin, with a layer of frost.

When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a prepared breakfast on the dining table from the corner of his eye, and his footsteps stopped slightly.

A sandwich with rich ingredients, an egg, and a cup of hot milk.

Just now there was hot steam, a thin trace of smoke.

And now, the milk is no longer steaming, and the edges of the sandwich are cooling and hardening.

Feng Beiting walked over with a cold face, his brows were full of hostility.

Clang!

All the cups on the table were swept away.

The printed porcelain plates and glasses fell to the ground and shattered. The sharp sound of the tiles slicing across the floor made Su Fu flinch, and secretly took a small step behind the prison temple.

Pure white milk flowed silently, spreading to Feng Beiting's feet.

With drooping eyes, he glanced casually, his handsome eyebrows slightly frowned.

this color...

too light.

He still prefers cherry juice, which has the same color as blood and is gorgeous enough.

Su Fu hid behind Qiansi tremblingly, his hand holding the phone almost did not cramp.

The phone screen was still on, displaying a read message.

[Let him come to see me. 】

After trying to swallow a few times, Su Fu whispered, "Fourth Young Master...Eldest Young Master wants to see you..."

The words fell, and there was no response for a long time.

She turned pale with fright.

It took a long time before Su Fu seemed to hear Feng Beiting's voice.

"Ah."

He half-closed his eyes, and responded lazily, like a cat.

*
When Feng Beiting was going out, Jiang Yimian happened to be going downstairs to do some shopping.

As soon as she unscrewed the doorknob, she heard Su Fu's voice coming from the corridor. She immediately let go and let the door lock fall again.

In extraordinary times, unless necessary, it is better to avoid contact as much as possible.

Thinking of waiting for Feng Beiting and the others to leave before going out, Jiang Yimian took a look out of the door mirror.

It didn't matter at all, but he unexpectedly discovered that Feng Beiting's clothes today were very different from usual.

In my impression, he often wears clothes in warm colors, such as beige.

Although there are dark colors, most of them are formal clothes when going out.

But today-

He was wearing a plain black casual suit.

It feels very strange.

Loose, mysterious, dangerous.

When the last word came out of his mind, Jiang Yimian was startled.

Why did she think he was dangerous?

In front of his eyes, the scene of him coming out of the police station a few days ago appeared inexplicably.

Covered in blood, he stood in the wind looking at her and smiling.

Some weird thoughts popped up in her heart, which took away Jiang Yimian's interest in going out shopping, she slumped on the sofa dangling her two little feet, suddenly feeling bored.

If it wasn't for what happened last night, she would still be licking her face to ask Feng Beiting to borrow two novels.

just now……

Thinking of novels, she suddenly thought of Su Fu.

By the way, what kind of novel did that girl write?
When I was chatting with Feng Beiting before, I heard him mention it once. He said that Su Fu made too much money writing rubbish for children who didn't know the world.

The disgust between the words is not concealed.

Jiang Yimian was a little curious.

She didn't know what Su Fu's pen name was, so she typed the word "Su Fu" with the idea of ​​guessing, and a lot of links popped up without any surprise.

Some are the author's name, and some are the heroine's name.

She chose the top link in the author's name and clicked in, and saw a title that looked like a small train.

"Delusion to be a baby in your arms"

Don't say it, the name is quite poignant to her.

The introduction is quite concise, only one sentence.

【Everyone said that his liking for Jiang Fengmian was wishful thinking, only Feng Yiting knew that he was infatuated with him first, and then delusional. 】

Jiang Yimian raised her eyebrows.

Two "hes"?Is this a Tanmei novel?
Glancing at the book review area with sharp eyes, she saw a dazzling title written on a comment on the top: Vivacious Sunshine Strike vs Dark Demon Attack.

Thinking of Feng Beiting's "mosquito coil" theory, Jiang Yimian felt that it was more likely that this article was written by Su Fu.

Clicking on Chapter 1, a strange sense of familiarity hits my face.

The male protagonist is Jiang Fengmian, an optimist forensic doctor, with two dimples when he smiles, he likes skeletons, and he is used to carrying a scalpel with him...

Jiang Yimian felt that this was a replica of herself.

If you really want to delve into the difference between her and Jiang Fengmian, probably other than gender, she likes to eat cherries, and he likes to eat bananas.

The more he looked back, the more Jiang Yimian was sure that the author Su Fu was Feng Beiting's friend Su Fu.

From the beginning of Jiang Fengmian's study abroad, to becoming neighbors with Feng Yiting, it almost completely replicated the process of her acquaintance with Feng Beiting.

Surprised, she didn't think too much about it.

After all, Su Fu had asked her for materials back then, and it was quite common to create art based on people around him.

What's more, Feng Beiting also said before that Su Fu approached him as a friend just to write novels.

Art comes from life.

Thinking about it this way, Jiang Yimian felt much more relaxed when reading the article.

But after a few chapters, that weird feeling reappears.

For example, the burst water pipe in Jiang Fengmian's house was not an accident, but Feng Yiting's handiwork.

Like traffic jams and power outages...

It is undeniable that Su Fu's small design has added a lot of color to the article. As a reader, Jiang Yimian thinks it looks quite interesting.

But when she thought that it was a character based on herself, a chill rose from the bottom of her heart.

It's not the coldness of being hit by the cold wind on the skin, but the coldness of stepping on the floor tiles with bare feet, and the slight chill spreads upwards through the soles of the feet until the whole body is surrounded by cold air.

(End of this chapter)