Miss Jiang successfully attracted Feng Beiting's attention with a thousand paper crane that could be broken by sneezing.

"What else will you pay?"

"A lot." Jiang Yimian told him with his fingers, "Stars, cameras, planes, hearts, roses..."

"Can you teach me how to fold roses?"

"OK."

It is rare that someone appreciates her hobby, and Miss Jiang said she is very happy.

Usually she tinkers with this in front of her family. Although they don’t say anything on the surface, they think she is childish in their hearts. Don’t think that if they don’t say it, she won’t know!

They are so smart!

He took another tissue for Feng Beiting. Jiang Yimian taught him very carefully, "Fold it in half, then fold it in half, and fold it into eight grids..."

Knock--

The car window on Feng Beiting's side was knocked on, and the expressionless baby face of the Prison Temple appeared outside the car window.

"Learn to learn another day, get off the bus first."

"...Oh." Jiang Yimian put the folded paper crane on the handrail box, got out of the car with her backpack and walked around the other side.

Zhushi was handing a key to Feng Beiting, his body movements were a little stiff. No matter how you look at it, you would look like a robot with no feelings.

A very cool motorcycle parked beside him, attracting the attention of people on the street.

He handed Jiang Yimian the helmet on the back seat, and Feng Beiting put one on himself, and sat on it with his long legs.

“Come up.”

Miss Jiang nodded, feeling vaguely that they were about to become the most beautiful kids on the whole street.

She hadn't been riding a motorcycle for a long time, and the last time she was in junior high school. Her fifth brother Jiang Mo was awarded a motorcycle she had long wanted because of her good exam results. He happily took her out for a ride, but she threw her away from the tree and knocked her head out of a bag.

Then--

Jiang Mo was thrown into the military calendar and practiced for half a year.

As for the motorcycle, it is still parked in the Jiang family compound and falls into dust.

Since then, Mr. Jiang has issued a rule at home that anyone who takes Jiang Yimian out in the future must sit on an "iron cover" to eliminate "iron cover".

Therefore, Jiang Yimian hasn't experienced the feeling of a gust of wind hitting his face for many years.

She stepped on the back seat flexibly and found that Feng Beiting did not leave immediately after starting the motorcycle, but looked back at her, with a sense of being reluctant to speak but stopping.

"What's wrong?" Because she was wearing a helmet, her voice sounded soft, making people unable to help but touch her head.

"...Do you want to hug me?"

Feng Beiting asked a little hesitantly. Obviously, he thought that saying such words to girls could easily cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

However, Jiang Yimian was not so pretentious. She said "Oh", stretched out her paws and hugged her waist openly. Her face with a smile under her helmet looked like a silly girl who had successfully taken advantage of her.

Why did she think this person looks innocent?

Is it an illusion?

After a long time, Jiang Yimian got the answer with his lesson from blood and tears: It was indeed an illusion.

And now, Miss Jiang was completely unaware of it.

Da Harley passes through the streets, and the June wind walks through the streets and alleys, which rarely brings coolness when hitting people.

Feng Beiting rode very slowly.

Um……

Quite slow.

It just made Harley ride out of the Emma electric bike.

Just as he was thinking, he saw a Russian aunt riding an electric bike next to him overtake them. When he passed by them, Jiang Yimian understood the expression on the other person's face as incredible.

Jiang Yimian: “…”

She was wrong, their speed was not as fast as electric cars.

With his hand retracted and poked his shoulder, she tentatively suggested, "Why do you hurry up a little?"

She felt that this speed was insulting the car.

"It's too fast to worry you'll be scared."

"...I'm not afraid of being fast." I'm afraid of being embarrassed.

"good."

Jiang Yimian didn't hear Feng Beiting's word "good" clearly, and was blown away by the wind before he finished speaking.

She thought she was worried that she was afraid, but she was just a polite word, but it turned out not.

The motorcycle was driving as if it was about to take off, but this time I felt like riding a Boeing 747.

He rode fast and turned very quickly. Jiang Yimian had the illusion that he wanted to fly out several times, so he had to hug his waist tightly, and did not see the man hiding under his helmet with a smile on his face.

*

Prison Temple stood there, watching Feng Beiting and Jiang Yimian disappear from his sight before retracting his gaze.

He took out his cell phone and dialed it out.

"Let it go." He threw out two words expressionlessly, his tone was not fluctuating, like the male version of Siri.

After hanging up the phone, he turned to look at the car next to him and raised his foot forward.

The road ahead was gradually clear. The two boys who had just teased Jiang Yimian were about to start the car and leave when the window was knocked out from outside.

"What's the matter? Are you looking for death?"

Prison Temple looked at him, her eyes no different from those who looked at the dead, "The Fourth Young Master wants to invite you to sit down."

"What the fourth young master! Are you wrong?"

Prison Temple didn't say anything more.

The person sitting in the driver's seat was still cursing for unknown reasons, but the friend around him seemed to react, looking at the Prison Temple in surprise, uneasy, tugging at the sleeves of his companion uneasy, his face turned pale, "He, he said the Fourth Young Master... Feng Family, the Fourth Young Master of the Feng Family..."

The Feng family exists like poppy on this land.

You must not be contaminated or provoked.

This family is rooted in Country M and is engaged in a business of selling arms. The family is huge and deeply rooted.

The only son in the family is the most favored by his father. After taking over the family's business, he successively abolished several forces, and was extremely powerful.

I heard that this "Feng Si Shao" was moody and a complete pervert, but he was also confusing and even more beautiful.

Here, if you ask an old man who is nearly 70 years old, which Democrats or Republicans can better promote economic development, she may not know, but she must know that the Feng family has the so-called economic lifeline mentioned by financial consultants.

Because no matter how you understand the edge and those who walk on the edge, you can't get too far.

Seeing that the man in the driver's seat gradually became the same as his companion, Zhushi faintly threw away the words "Driving with me", and then turned around to Feng Beiting's car.

When he released the handbrake, he saw the paper crane placed on the handrail box. His dark eyes blinked, silently dismantled it and used it to blow his nose.

As soon as the car window dropped, it was thrown into the trash can with a "swish" sound.

Later on—

He was "sent" to the orchard by Feng Beiting to plant cherries.

After this time, the young man from the Prison Temple learned his lesson. Even if he saw a hair in his young master's car, he would not dare to touch it randomly. He carefully protected him from being blown away by the wind.

By the way, now.

Prison Temple led the way in front, and the two unlucky children drove behind with fear.

They were afraid, but they were even more afraid to leave.

The two of them had no idea why they were targeted by the Feng family. Although they were not abide by the rules, they had never done anything out of order. To put it into consideration, they just spoke up to an oriental girl, but even the police would not pay attention to such things. Could it be that the young master of the Feng family was so idle that he had to take care of this?

Zhusi thought that his young master was not idle, but sick.

Snake sperm disease.

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【Small Theater】

Daqi: It’s the new year. Do you have anything to say to readers who like you?

Mianmian: You have a lot of vision.

Feng Si Shao: Who likes my Mianmian! Kill them all!

Daqi:...

It is estimated that no one likes this small theater after this episode (￢_￢)

Daqi: Is there nothing to say about Wenwen?

Mianmian: Vote for me! I want more people to know the name of this princess, the most invincible beautiful girl in the universe, o(*￣︶￣*)o

Feng Sishou: Who is Wenwen?! Want to poach me?

Daqi:...

Mianmian, you take him home, it's so embarrassing, it's really ╮(╯▽╰)╭
Chapter completed!