Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 95 Jiang Yimian's Sleep

In the past, she put all her energy and thoughts on Lin Sinan, but now she was finally ready to step out of that man's shadow and embrace him, and he would not allow her to retreat.

They face each other day and night, and Mianmian will definitely love him firmly.

He has confidence in himself.

"Mianmian, but I don't regret it." I don't regret doing this, and I don't regret loving her.

"...Feng Beiting, I don't regret it either."

She won't regret what she promised him.

But the problem is Feng Beiting, I never promised to be with you, let alone throw myself into your arms with a smile.

It's just that Jiang Yimian didn't dare to say this.

She was deliberately misleading him.

She thought, he imprisoned her, she cheated him, they are the same, don't talk about each other.

Hearing that she said she had no regrets, Feng Beiting finally showed a smile, the kind of contented one.

"Then..." He tried to make concessions, "You rest at home today and go to work in two days, okay?"

"tomorrow?"

"You didn't rest well last night, and you have heavy dark circles under your eyes. Let's use today to rest well." The implication is that we will talk about tomorrow's affairs tomorrow.

Feng Beiting's way of speaking gradually changed from interrogative sentences to imperative sentences, which was a signal for Jiang Yimian to understand that she should just let it go.

So she drank all the milk and nodded obediently.

After the meal, Jiang Yimian reached out to Guan Feng Beiting to ask for the key, "I'll go to the next door to get my clothes."

Wearing this set of pajamas always unconsciously reminds her of the fact that she doesn't need to go out of this room.

She wants to change into a coat!

Feng Beiting didn't give it, not because he was afraid that she would run away, "There are not so many in the closet, don't you like it?"

"...No." She didn't think about it for a while.

"Mianmian, in fact, there are only two of us at home, you don't have to wear it at all."

"..."

Listen, this is a human language!

Gradually figured out how to get along with Feng Beiting, Jiang Yimian found that apart from the topic of "she's leaving", he behaved like a normal person in other respects.

So when she heard him say such an angry thing, she thought to herself how could she get used to his problem, she must hate him!You must fight!
With the gun in his mouth, the mouth gun king is online.

Going straight into the cloakroom, Miss Jiang said angrily, "You still buy it if you don't wear it? How much money will burn your pocket?"

Feng Beiting looked at the back of his heartless head and smiled happily.

His family Mianmian has gradually adapted to get along with him, it's great...

He likes her talking to him so unscrupulously, rather than catering to him cautiously, he hopes she provokes him unscrupulously.

That is real sleep.

Cunning, arrogant, and a little villainous, like a little devil with an angel halo.

He loves her so much.

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When Jiang Yimian went to change clothes in the cloakroom, Feng Beiting followed.

He wanted to give her some guiding advice.

When he picked up a backless miniskirt and gestured at Jiang Yimian for the third time, Miss Jiang became angry, "Hang it up for me!"

Young Master Feng touched the tip of his nose, then silently hung up.

Jiang Yimian found the classification of these clothes a bit strange.

Not according to color, not according to season, not according to type.

Tops, pants, skirts, some are mixed.

Miss Jiang was holding one arm, leaning on the other elbow, gently rubbing her index finger and thumb against her chin, and slowly paced in front of the closet when Conan suddenly got up.

She saw something.

The clothes are classified by degree of exposure.

For example, the three that Feng Beiting took just now came from the same grid.

"Why do you hang up like this?"

"Those are for others to wear when going out, and these are for me to wear at home." When he said this, Feng Beiting had a smug face.

Jiang Yimian: "..."

She had a "sure enough" feeling.

Looking across the grid of Feng Beiting's fingers, Miss Jiang put her hands on her hips angrily.

In all fairness, the clothes that Feng Beiting bought for her to go out were beautiful and normal, and it was not exaggerated to cover her head to toe without showing anything.

But everything needs to be contrasted. Compared with the "avant-garde" clothes next to it, this one is too conservative.

All the clothes that Feng Beiting loves add up to less fabric than a T-shirt here.

Let’s just talk about the one he just picked up, it’s a few straps...

Yes, she read it right.

In a way, he was as good as the San Gabriel cop.

man...

They're all big hoofs.

In the end, Jiang Yimian chose a pair of black suspender wide-leg pants and a simple white T-shirt. The fabric is more comfortable, suitable for wearing outside or at home.

When she walked out of the bedroom, she glimpsed the row of Rubik's cubes on the TV cabinet out of the corner of her eye, and her steps slowed down unconsciously.

Her gaze was fixed on the letter M on the center block.

In an instant, many things came to mind.

Feng Beiting's company, the necklace around his neck, the tattoo on his heart...

"Feng Beiting, does this letter have any special meaning to you?" She asked him a similar question before, and his answer back then was very intriguing.

At that time, she thought that M meant middle.

She now thinks that M refers to the word "sleep".

Jiang Yimian's sleep.

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　　ps: Mianmian wants to seal Simei's heart layer by layer~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)