Feng Beiting didn't even look at Feng Xun, so he passed him and walked towards Jiang Yimian. The coldness of his body was warming as he hugged her into his arms.

Jiang Yimian clearly felt that his hands trembled when he held her.

She tiptoed and sent herself into his arms, spreading her arms around his thin waist.

The circles made of arms just wrapped around him, just right, so fitting.

She smelled a clear breath on his clothes. It was the wind and snow of winter, which was cool, but she didn't feel cold, but her heart was a little warm.

Being hugged by him was like sitting by the stove with a quilt on the whistling night of the cold wind, holding a cup of warm milk tea in her hand, and the lingering heat filled her eyebrows and eyes, and a satisfied light flashed in her eyes.

Yingbai's little hand patted his waist, and Jiang Yimian turned around to comfort Feng Beiting, "Okay, okay, it's okay, you see, I'm fine."

"Yes, yes, yes, Xiaomianmian is staying here well, so we are having a good time talking to each other."

In response to him, Feng Beiting kicked over the dining table with a "bang". The hot and bright red soup base flowed all over the ground, and the cups, plates, bowls and cups were broken all over the ground, scaring Jiang Yimian to tremble for a moment.

Who knows-

She was not the only one who shivered.

Feng Xun was actually startled, and jumped behind Feng Jie with a "whirlwind", looking at Feng Beiting vigilantly, like a mouse seeing a cat.

When he was in the scene, Jiang Yimian wanted to blow the whistle.

She never expected this development.

Feng Jeong blocked Feng Xun and Feng Beiting, and inexplicably like a husband who was sandwiched between his mother-in-law and his daughter-in-law, his eyes were full of difficulties, "The Fourth Young Master... The Ninth Master has no malicious intentions..."

Feng Beiting patted Jiang Yimian's back comfortably, and his eyes shot at Feng Xun were as sharp as two knives.

“Get out of here!”

"Four Young Masters..."

Before Feng Jeong could finish his voice, Feng Beiting punched him in the stomach.

He covered his stomach in pain and curled up into a shrimp-shaped shape.

Seeing this, Feng Xun was still struggling to death, "Son, I really didn't do anything. I don't believe you ask Xiaomianmian.

Right, daughter-in-law, let’s chat.”

After saying that, the eyes of several people fell on Jiang Yimian.

Miss Jiang blinked her round almond eyes and looked at Feng Xun innocently. She looked simple and harmless, but what she said was not the case.

She grabbed Feng Beiting's sleeve and said timidly, "Uncle he didn't say anything special..."

"Right, right, look, look."

“He just let me eat human flesh and threatened to drown me in wine.

He also said that I would leave you, otherwise I would hurt my family."

Feng Xun:!!

That's not the case! I'll let you explain!

Feng Jeong was around and almost knelt down for Jiang Yimian when he heard this.

This operation was really unexpected. He thought she would help Master Jiu cover it up, but it turned out that he was taking the blame.

After seeing this, I feel that it is more suitable for his fourth young master.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm joking with Xiaomianmian. How could I scare her?" Feng Xun's performance was really sorry for his intimidating temperament with that horrifying face.

Jiang Yimian hid behind Feng Beiting and stuck out his tongue at him naughtyly.

Feng Xun was so angry that his lungs were almost blown up.

"Waiting for me here." He left this sentence gently and Feng Beiting turned to Feng Xun's eyes with a terrifying cold look.

He grabbed Feng Xun's collar and pulled him to the black-dried wine cabinet, "Come here!"

Looking at their backs with a good face, Jiang Yimian picked up a round orange from the ground and slowly peeled it open it to eat.

Feng Jeong glanced at her curiously, and a feeling of admiration for her arises.

Seeing his gaze, Jiang Yimian handed him half of the peeled orange, "Hey, it's quite sweet."

"……Thanks."

Feng Yu took it, broke off a petal and sent it into his mouth from the edge of the mask.

Jiang Yimian looked disappointed.

He also thought that he would take off his mask when eating, so she could take the opportunity to see his appearance.

"Brother, what are your name?" Jiang Yimian chatted with him during the break between Feng Beiting.

"Feng Yan."

"Brother Feng Jie, why is Mr. Feng so afraid of Feng Beiting?" She thought that he couldn't control Feng Beiting, but she never expected that it would be like this style.

A little pitiful, but more funny.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jie didn't know if he was nervous or what was going on, but he squeezed the orange petals out of the water.

After smashing his lips twice, he seemed to be considering how to answer Jiang Yimian's question, "I'll tell you that, except for the other three young masters, there is nothing in the Feng family who is not afraid of the fourth young master."

"What are you afraid of?"

He glanced behind him vigilantly, and confirmed that Feng Beiting did not appear Feng Wandering before lowering his voice and said, "It's pervert."

Just like you.

You couple are simply a pair made of heaven and earth.

However, Feng Jie did not say the following sentence.

Jiang Yimian was still trying to ask again, but saw Feng Beiting walking out from behind the wine cabinet, and his knee-length gray coat slapped his knees as he walked.

He walked a few steps to Jiang Yimian, and the wind blew under his feet.

"Walk."

Jiang Yimian was pulled out of the basement by him and had to trot to keep up with him.

"Feng Beiting..."

He pulled her into the car all the way, and threw her onto the car door with a "bang".

The moment the lips were kissed, Jiang Yimian raised his hand that was about to push Feng Beiting to open it and couldn't help but put it down, and turned to hug his neck.

She guessed that he was probably afraid...

What she is more afraid of now is whether he is sick again?

Feng Beiting was extremely silent along the way. He just hugged her and refused to let go. Jiang Yimian didn't know where he was going to take her, so he didn't ask.

Suddenly she remembered something, and she quickly took out the phone.

She had to delete the pre-send text message quickly, otherwise the world would be in chaos later.

Seeing her take out her cell phone, Feng Beiting snatched it with calm eyes.

"Hey!" Jiang Yimian's eyes moved with his hands, "Give me the phone back, I have something urgent to do!"

He suddenly pressed the car window and threw her phone out along the car window with a "swoosh". A car was speeding past, crushing the fuselage.

Jiang Yimian: “…”

She couldn't even say whether she should breathe a sigh of relief or feel sorry for her before changing her phone.

Looking at Feng Beiting's gloomy eyebrows, Miss Jiang sighed quietly in her heart, thinking that he was most likely sick again.

"Well...what have you talked to your dad..."

Feng Beiting pinched her waist and tried a little hard, but did not answer.

"Why haven't I seen the Skylark?" At the speed of his appearance, he probably didn't know that he had been "invited" to the Muse bar just now.

She also realized just now that the video of Feng Beiting's injury should have been recorded last time, not now.

Thinking of the whip on his back, Jiang Yimian couldn't help but ask him, "Why did he hit you that time?"

quiet--

Feng Beiting still didn't say anything.

After about a dozen minutes' drive, Jiang Yimian was taken to a leap-floor apartment.

Before she could take a closer look at the decoration and decoration of the room, Feng Beiting picked it up from behind, walked into the bedroom a few steps and threw it onto the bed.

The mattress was very soft, and she felt as if she had fallen into a pit covered with marshmallows. The marshmallows rebounded and she was sent back to the "ground plane".

Jiang Yimian got up from the bed with both hands and feet, and saw Feng Beiting looking down at her, her amber eyes exuding her unfamiliar excitement and madness.

With eyes facing each other, a vulgar line appeared in Jiang Yimian's mind: Little fairy, I won't let you sleep tonight.

She swallowed, feeling her throat tightened, "I think... we both need to calm down now..."

Feng Beiting ignored her and stood in front of the bed and took off his coat.
To be continued...