The beads of sweat slowly flowed down her temples, making the prison temple scared her for her.

well……

It's right.

When she writes novels, she writes novels, but what is wrong with her? She has to write the Fourth Young Master and Miss Jiang in it. Now she is discovered by Miss Jiang.

If I hadn't read Su Fu's novel, Zhusi probably Jiang Yimian wouldn't have targeted the fourth young master so quickly.

Zhushi does not think there is any problem with his gloating mentality.

The kind of life and death in anime will never happen to them. There is a saying that is good, "The heart is called a team, and the people are called a gang."

Obviously, they are the latter.

Moreover, Prison Temple firmly believes in the iron rules of animation, and his teammates worship the sky, and his magic power is boundless. He has been waiting for the death of Suncut and Su Fu over the years.

He felt that his wish was about to be achieved halfway.

Su Fu also realized that his "time is approaching".

She just didn't expect that Jiang Yimian would be so bored that she went to read her novels. She even found one of them and caught her in an instant.

What to do now? Is it still too late for her to kill her head?

Feng Beiting leaned on the sofa, his long legs overlapped leisurely, and he looked at the dense words on the screen casually.

Suddenly, he asked Su Fu, "How many words have you uploaded?"

"Fifty-three thousand two hundred and twenty-one!"

"Then the one hundred thousand here is..." He glanced at the screen.

"...storing the manuscript." Su Fu's heart skipped a beat and suddenly had a bad premonition.

As if to confirm her conjecture, Feng Beiting smiled and gently pressed the "Delete" button with his beautiful index finger.

The cursor flashing on the screen instantly swallowed countless bytes, and the numbers displayed on the typist at the bottom left of the software decreased visible to the naked eye, and Su Fu's heartbeat was almost stopped.

don't want!

Her manuscripts! Her lifeline!

Looking at Su Fu's "soul disconnected" expression, Feng Beiting leaned forward slightly, his eyes showing concern, "Is it sad that his heart and blood were ruined?"

Su Fu bit his trembling lips that were scared and shook his head like a rattle.

Seeing this, Feng Beiting smiled softer, "But I am."

"I was wrong with the Fourth Master!"

"Where was wrong?"

“…The story between you and Miss Jiang should not be posted on the Internet.”

Feng Beiting closed his eyes slightly and shook his head slowly.

Su Fu's eyelids twitched and continued to guess, "You shouldn't write a novel."

A young master continued to shake his head.

Su Fu was completely unsure and asked with a white face, "No, shouldn't you be alive?"

"Well..." Feng Beiting played with the cigarette and responded lazily, as if he was really asking Su Fu for his life.

He scared the human soul and then said, "Change Jiang Fengmian into a woman, and you can continue writing."

"Yes...hey?!" Su Fu raised his eyes in shock.

Not only did she not punish her, can she still write?!

"We need to change the settings."

"You said, you said." Su Fu took out his small notebook and started to remember.

"Let them fall in love at first sight, kiss and flirt with each other."

"……yes."

"Remember to add a supporting role in it, and the name is 'Lin Jiannan'."

“…Which jian?”

Feng Beiting narrowed his eyes slightly, scaring Su Fu so much that he quickly expressed his opinion, "I understand!"

It's the "slut" she understands.

"Writing that he was in love with Jiang Fengmian, but Jiang Fengmian only had Feng Yiting in his heart. Finally, he was angry to death when he saw them showing their love."

Prison Temple: "…"

Su Fu: "..."

Fourth Young Master, we are not short of money. Let’s get an expert account to see a doctor. This disease is getting worse and worse.

I'm so perverted that I'm going to find pleasure in the novel...

After recording all Feng Beiting's requests, Su Fu couldn't help but mutter in his heart, why would she write another copy for their fourth young master? The original story is already completely clear.

After she finished writing, Feng Beiting even took it over and checked it, and then returned it to her.

Seeing that he had finished talking about the "serious things", Su Fucai whispered, "Fourth Young Master, Lin Sinan has already made arrangements. He is busy with the company's affairs and is unable to come to Los Angeles for the time being."

"Um."

"So you still need to keep staring at him?"

"No need, transfer people to City A and stare at the Jiang family." He had to make sure that no one would disturb him and Mianmian's relationship next.

"yes."

The fingers were turning the cigarette quickly, and Feng Beiting's eyes flashed with emotion called joy.

As soon as he thought that he could immediately live a "two-man world" with his Mianmian, he could hardly suppress his heart flying to her now.

but--

Even though he was as powerful as Feng Beiting, he did not expect that even if he had careful planning, he would not be as good as the impermanent changes in the world.

The reason is that Feng Xun, the former head of the Feng family, returned to China.

When he learned the news, Feng Beiting was washing cherries in the kitchen and preparing to deliver them to Jiang Yimian.

His subordinates lost their strength for a moment, and a few plump and round cherries "bleeded" in his hands.

The beautiful amber eyes gradually became dark, and the originally fantasy-filled happy expression completely disappeared from his face.

Su Fu and Zhusi were watching from the side, and both lowered their heads silently.

Feng Beiting didn't say anything, continued to wash the cherries, control the water, wipe it dry, then put it into the box one by one, and put another bag outside.

He took a pen and wrote a note and put it in.

Putting down his pen, he said quietly, "Go back to Chicago."

"yes."

Before leaving, Feng Beiting hung the bag containing cherries on the door of Jiang Yimian's house. In addition, a box of cherries was also placed on the foot mat.

When Jiang Yimian came back from the police station, he was stunned when he looked at the pile of cherries in front of his house.

Before she could see the sticky notes, she already knew who sent them.

After taking the key to open the door, Miss Jiang rolled up her sleeves and transported the cherries into her home in two batches.

He couldn't help but mutter, "Tell me, what should I do if someone takes it away..."

Putting the bag on the coffee table, she took out the notes inside in confusion.

It is brown thin linen paper texture with blue pen handwriting.

【How many days are you going on a business trip, I’ll give you cherries.】

Jiang Yimian looked at the lines and smiled unkindly.

Everyone said that the words were like the other person, but she thought this was not very accurate, because Feng Beiting's words did not look like "personal"?

This word...

I'm really sorry for his beautiful hands.

She was surprised. Why did he insist on writing Chinese characters? They were crooked and not good-looking. She didn't understand them by writing English directly.

She wanted to throw the note into the trash can, her arm raised slightly, but the note did not take it off. She didn't know what she thought of, and slowly put it down.

The round almond eyes flashed twice, but she finally didn't throw it away and clamped it into the notebook.

"Bang" fell on the sofa, and Miss Jiang picked up a washed cherry and threw it into her mouth. Thinking that Feng Beiting was finally a little busy as an elite.

She remembered that even the boss and Brother An Chen were very busy, with endless meetings and endless documents. In comparison, he was too leisurely, like an unemployed vagrant.

After throwing the cherry stem into the trash can, Jiang Yimian sent him a thank-you text message.

[Kneel and thank the bag of cherries I gave me specially.
To be continued...