"Master."

"Xiaomian, what? Come out to drink with your master?" Liang Qiu's big tongue sounded from the other end of the phone, obviously he was already drunk.

Jiang Yimian raised her eyebrows helplessly, bent her index finger and scratched her smooth forehead.

Her master always had more than thirty days a month to get himself in trouble, and it was all awakened by her master's wife.

Before coming to Los Angeles, her master's wife had told her that if a man was drunk, the most you could not do was to stop him from drinking. So when she saw that his master was drunk, Jiang Yimian did not try to persuade him to put down the wine glass in his hand, but instead shouted with a smile, "Hello, Master's wife!"

"Wife, I'm wrong! Don't do it! Say something if you have something to do!"

Accompanied by Liang Qiu's invisible "howling", Jiang Yimian also heard a "bang". Judging from her experience, he should have knelt down.

"puff--"

Liang Qiu knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, while Jiang Yimian sneered unkindly here.

However, she accidentally heard a familiar voice coming from there.

"Damn girl!" Liang Qiu reacted, feeling a little bit gritted, "Come here quickly, we're waiting for you here."

"you?!"

"Drew and I." As he said, Liang Qiu's voice suddenly lowered, as if he was whispering to her. "Master has found out that this kid is single, has a car and a house in Los Angeles, and has no father or mother in his hometown. It's just right for you. You can clean up quickly."

“…”

Jiang Yimian wanted to say, Master, do you still remember what we were here for?

The four dead are not cold, and you still have the leisure to protect the media, your conscience!

"Hurry up, why don't I come over here and bring you here in person!" Liang Qiu's threatening words had no deterrent effect.

"Please don't carry me. I can leave myself. I've grown up long ago and can go to the bathroom by myself. I can take care of myself, so don't carry me."

No matter how you joke, Jiang Yimian was indeed a little worried about his drunkard master. He was not worried about his sexual intercourse after drinking, but about his confusion.

People who choose to buy drunk usually try to avoid something.

but--

Everyone is running away from something, but not everyone is drunk.

She used to not agree with Liang Qiu's practice of getting himself drunk, but later he told her that when she encountered difficulties when she was young, you could withstand a lot of troubles. When you were nearly forty years old, you would not be able to recover like before.

After that day, she understood.

He sighed lightly, and Jiang Yimian said indifferently, "Send me the address, I'll go to find you now."

Feng Beiting walked into the living room with the washed cherries, and happened to hear her say this.

He paused his way, and his hands holding the fruit plate suddenly tightened, his eyes becoming cold, as if the water was half frozen.

Jiang Yimian stood in front of the window with his back to him, from there, he could see the last ray of light in the daytime moving away reluctantly, and he could vaguely see the shimmering sea in the distance, and the darkness patrolled calmly above the hills.

"Master, please let Drew go first, so that I won't go over and he will misunderstand that I'm going to find him." Just think that she is narcissistic, the less contact the two of them, the better. "Also, you might as well drink two more cups of wine if you have that time in the future. Don't think about finding a boyfriend for me. I said that I am devoted to making money now and have no intention of falling in love."

When she said this, she subconsciously poked the dimples on her cheek with her index finger. That was her usual action when she lied, and Feng Beiting knew about it.

He also knows...

Her fat master introduced her boyfriend.

She refused because of another man.

It has nothing to do with making money.

It has nothing to do with him.

Slowly put the fruit plate full of cherries on the coffee table, Feng Beiting's movement was very light and did not make any sound.

The water surface in his eyes had been frozen at this moment, and there was a very special kind of godlessness in his eyes, a kind of godlessness full of murderous intent.

When Jiang Yimian turned around after the call, she saw Feng Beiting staring at a cherry, her white fingers pinching the cherry stem, which was quite like "smile with a flower".

"Eat cherries?" He looked at her with some sense of consciousness, and the chill in his eyes faded.

"...I won't eat it for now." Jiang Yimian swallowed, his eyes stuck on the crystal clear cherries. For the first time, Feng Beiting's hand was not taken away from all his attention.

Feng Beiting chuckled.

She is very good at wording.

What she said was to stop eating "first", not stop eating it. It seems that cherries are indeed very attractive to her.

"I have something to do and I'll go out and chat about it someday."

"Um."

"By bye." Jiang Yimian smiled and waved goodbye to him, and did not forget to take the novel away. Under the light, the dimples beside her cheeks were so dark that shadows appeared.

Before leaving the door, she suddenly stopped, "Where did you buy your cherries..."

"I planted this myself." Feng Beiting gave an unexpected answer.

"So, plant it yourself?"

"I have a small orchard in the suburbs. I planted some cherries in them. I usually eat them myself or give them to friends." He picked up one and turned it between his fingers. The bright red color made his fingertips shine white. "If you like to eat them, I'll send them more to you."

"No, no, that's too embarrassing..."

Jiang Yimian said something to refuse, but those shiny eyes were not the case.

"You're welcome, just say that." The right domineering will not make people feel disgusted. At least in Jiang Yimian's heart, Feng Beiting is a gentle person, "Go and do it quickly."

"Yeah, bye."

“Be careful on the road.”

Watching her return to the next door, Feng Beiting closed the door and took off the gentle mask on his face.

He took out his cell phone and dialed the phone from Zhushi Temple. The ringtone was connected after a while. The sound of Zhushi Temple was uneven, and the sound of Zhushi Temple rang in his cell phone, "Fourth Young Master."

"Doing things." Two short words escaped from the lips, but a hint of ruthlessness appeared.

"yes."

Feng Beiting looked at his cold face reflected on the glass and slowly raised a charming smile.

Mianmian, you see, as long as I want, I can become the kind of person you like.

I can do whatever you like.

But the premise is...
Chapter completed!