Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 88 I want to move into your sweet dream
"Where are you going at night?"

"...Go back to the next door."

"Didn't we agree that we'll live with me in the future?" He had a natural expression on his face.

"when?!"

Seeing the astonishment and suspicion on Jiang Yimian's face without any trace of camouflage, Feng Beiting laughed, as if looking at a vexatious child, "What's wrong with you tonight, did you lose your memory after sleeping?"

"I……"

Cognitive confusion, she was suddenly at a loss.

She tried her best to recall everything that happened today, and her memory stayed in drinking with Lian Qingfeng at the bar.

Later, she fell asleep because she was too sleepy, and it was now when she woke up.

The matter became more and more chaotic in her heart like a ball of hemp, and it became more and more tightly entangled, and now she couldn't stay awake and rational to untie it.

"Sorry, I don't want to worry about those issues now, can you let me go first?"

Feng Beiting looked down at her, his thin lips were already pursed into a straight line, but he was still trying to pull the corners of his mouth.

He didn't look good when he was angry, and he didn't want her to see his ugly side.

But it's so difficult, Mianmian.

The thought of you avoiding me makes me unhappy.

After a moment of silence, he finally raised a decent smile again, "I understand, you want to go back to sleep next door because you accepted the bed, right? Then I'll accompany you."

"...You misunderstood, I went back by myself."

"Mian Mian..." The smile on Feng Beiting's face had disappeared, his eyes were flat and serious, "Do you regret agreeing to be with me?"

"What exactly are you talking about?"

She found that the two of them were chatting across servers at all, and the channels were completely inconsistent.

She talked to him about Chengmen Louzi, and he gave her back the hip bone shaft.

What are you talking about!

"Did you drink too much?" Apart from this, she couldn't think of any other possibility.

"You were the one who drank, I didn't." Feng Beiting replied seriously.

"..."

She sighed, throwing up her hands in a gesture of surrender.

Well, she chose to give up.

She didn't know how to communicate with him at all.

Going around to put on her shoes, Jiang Yimian tried her best to speak to Feng Beiting in a natural and calm tone, "I might be drunk, so let me be quiet for a while, and we can talk after I sober up, okay?"

The flickering madness in his eyes just now made her flustered, and she didn't think there would be any point in arguing with him.

Since you can't argue for a result, then just follow him.

Feng Beiting looked at her fixedly, as if he wanted to judge the truth of what she said.

Jiang Yimian broke out in a cold sweat from being stared at by him.

fortunately--

He finally let go.

"I'll take you back."

"……Um."

Feng Beiting came over to hold her hand, but she dodged sideways.

He narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of menace in his eyes.

Jiang Yimian's heart skipped a beat, but she tried her best to maintain a calm face, and said to him calmly, "Hurry up, wait for a while and it will be dawn."

Feng Beiting stood still, looking at her with a gloomy look of anticipation in his eyes.

She knew that he was waiting for her to hold his hand in the past.

Jiang Yimian didn't want to waste time on this kind of thing, and in the middle of the night, she didn't think it was a wise move to anger a man who had plans for her.

Bei Teeth bit her lower lip, she walked over with her head down and grabbed his sleeve.

Feng Beiting's face slowly cleared up. Although he was still a little gloomy, at least he felt relieved.

The tenderness that was temporarily discarded returned to his demeanor, and he held her hand directly, his movements were gentle, but he could not refuse.

Taking the key to open the door of Jiang Yimian's house, Feng Beiting didn't stop there, but pulled her all the way into the bedroom.

Seeing this, Jiang Yimian obviously hesitated, "It's very, very late... You should go back and rest too..."

"I'll wait for you to sleep before leaving."

"no need……"

Before she could finish her refusal, she was suddenly hugged by him.

Tucking her tightly into the quilt, Feng Beiting sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her, trying to restrain his urge to climb into bed and get under the quilt as well.

There was no light in the bedroom, it was dark, only a dim light from the entrance scattered in front of the door, very faint.

It was enough to outline Feng Beiting's figure, but it was not enough for Jiang Yimian to see the expression on his face clearly.

She huddled under the quilt and looked at him, and felt that this scene was strangely familiar, as if...

A cigarette was missing from his hand.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Seeing that she hadn't closed her eyes for a long time, Feng Beiting couldn't help but speak.

"...you look at me here, I can't sleep."

Jiang Yimian lowered her eyes slightly, blocking the complex emotions in her eyes.

She wanted to coax him to leave quickly.

Tonight's Feng Beiting gave her a very different feeling, as if the fog between them had been diluted, and the whole person became more real.

She thought it would take a lot of talking to persuade him to leave, but before she could say anything, he offered to leave.

He gently rubbed the top of her head with his hand, and said softly, "Okay, then I'll go back first, you have a good rest, and come over for breakfast tomorrow morning."

"Yeah." She nodded hastily.

"Good night."

Feng Beiting leaned over, and kissed her affectionately and restrainedly between her eyebrows.

Jiang Yimian closed her eyes tightly and shrank her neck, but her body froze and she didn't dare to dodge according to her mind.

When this scene fell into Feng Beiting's eyes, it was her shyness. He smiled harmoniously, and suddenly kissed her again, pressing his thin lips against hers, and said in a tender voice, "Let me sleep alone for a while, but ...I want to move into your sweet dream..."

Jiang Yimian nodded stiffly.

She will definitely dream of him, but the dream may not be sweet.

click-

The sound of the door lock falling, Jiang Yimian threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed almost at the same time, nimbly like a cat.

After rushing out of the bedroom in a few steps, she grabbed the door mirror and looked out. After making sure that Feng Beiting had returned home, she hurriedly changed her clothes, grabbed her wallet, and was ready to go out.

Her intuition told her to escape!
No matter what the reason for Feng Beiting's strangeness was, it would definitely pose a threat to her, and she couldn't sit still.

Gently unscrewing the doorknob, Jiang Yimian's movements were very light, and the voice control light did not turn on.

Instead of waiting for the elevator on this floor, she went down the stairs two floors to the 14th floor.

The process of waiting for the elevator to come is long and anxious.

She kept staring closely at the door of the stairwell, for fear of seeing Feng Beiting's figure there in the next second.

Fortunately, he didn't show up until the elevator came.

Stepping into the elevator, Jiang Yimian pressed "1".

Her car keys and mobile phone were all in her bag, and the bags should all be at Feng Beiting's house, so she couldn't drive her own car.

The elevator door closed slowly, descending level by level, watching the numbers on the display screen jumping up and down, Jiang Yimian's heart finally eased down in his throat.

The tense nerves gradually relaxed, and the brain began to think about various doubts.

She remembered that Brother Lian sent her home, but how could she be with Feng Beiting?
Thinking of his state just now, she frowned.

Is Feng Beiting on drugs?

Or is he pretending to be crazy on purpose?
Ding--

The elevator stopped on the first floor.

At the same time, Jiang Yimian's heart finally fell back to reality.

"Huh—" She let out a long breath, as if all her fear and doubts had dissipated.

The elevator door opened slowly, but her figure suddenly stopped, and the relaxed expression on her face froze instantly!
There was a figure in her frightened eyes.

Feng Beiting leaned against the wall opposite the elevator with his head slightly lowered. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. The light shone from above his head, adding a bit of hazy beauty.

This scene is very similar to when they first met not long ago.

As then, he had one hand in his trousers pocket.

The difference is that this time his other hand is not holding a mobile phone, but a cigarette.

Wisps of smoke climbed up his fingers and gradually dispersed in the air, forming a thin curtain between the two of them.

He raised his head slowly, like in slow motion in a movie.

Gently blowing out a fan of smoke, he smiled through the smoke.

That smile is astonishingly beautiful.

"Mianmian, you really didn't disappoint me..." His voice was soft, as if he was looking forward to meeting her here.

But Jiang Yimian knew it wasn't.

The foot she stepped out was still on the spot, and she didn't know whether to take it back or continue walking out.

Feng Beiting lowered his eyes, tapped his index finger lightly, and shook off a wisp of dark soot.

His eyes were as dark as ashes.

He took another drag on the cigarette, and the flames slowly crept towards his fingers, reflecting the beautiful outlines of the knuckles.

Breathing out a soft gray smoke ring, he casually threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and the toe of his shoe lightly rolled over it, as if he was stepping on the laws and rules of this country, with that casual and ostentatious arrogance.

Lifting his feet, he walked towards Jiang Yimian through the smoke.

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