Feng Beiting smiled unchanged on his lips. He withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "Law-wise, they are my brothers."

But in terms of blood and emotion, we are strangers."

Yuan Qiong didn't know who Feng Dong was, but she was very familiar with Feng Xijue.

A famous gold medal lawyer in City A, and a victorious general.

He has never lost the case he took over.

Usually, people will add the word "elite" to the front when they mention them, but Feng Xijue is an exception.

He is the notorious unscrupulous lawyer.

As long as the money is given in place, he will accept any conscience-lost cases, so many people call him behind his back a lackey of rich people.

Other lawyers believe that the law is justice.

But for Feng Xijue, the function of law may be to start business for him.

Yuan Qiong has handled several cases in which Feng Xijue participated. From a professional perspective, she admired his business ability very much because he would make every penny spent by his client worth the money.

But from a moral perspective, it is difficult for her to agree with his three views.

Now that he learned that Feng Beiting and him were brothers, Yuan Qiong couldn't help but make a mistake.

The same is true for Jiang Zhuo.

He not only knew about Feng Xijue, but also about Feng Dongshi, and he had just met in the bureau today.

Old Man Liang’s son-in-law is Feng Beiting’s brother, and the smallest person in this world is not a little bit.

His eyes turned a few times between Feng Beiting and Jiang Zhuo. Jiang Yimian bit his lip and said carefully, "Uh...

Why don’t we sit down and chat?”

"Still chat?!" Jiang Mo grabbed Yin Wu's shoulder and pretended to be exaggerated, "I can't talk about anything later!

Hurry up and take a shower and go to bed.”

"Don't have you everywhere!" Yin Wu glared at him.

"Uncle, aunt, then I'll go back first."

"Ah..." Jiang Noor immediately lost his face, "Young uncle, you still have to leave?"

Didn’t you just agree to stay here?"

"I'll come to you another day."

"But you just said that our family is very good. You are so bored at your house. You don't even play with you." Jiang Nuo's original intention was to express that Feng Beiting's family does not have a child as cute as him, but it is not the case in Yan Mei and the others' ears.

When they recalled Feng Beiting just talked about his life experience, their maternal love suddenly became flooded.

It's the New Year, and it's too deserted for a person.

So Yan Mei, the leader of the Jiang family, spoke first, "Beiting, if you are not busy, just stay here. There are so many rooms in the house."

Upon hearing this, Feng Beiting looked at Jiang Yimian as if he was unsure of his mind, and declined, "...I'll stop disturbing."

His "wife is strictly controlled" look made several married men in the Jiang family empathize with it, and their favorability is also increased.

Seeing this, Yin Wu covered her lips and smiled, "Xiaomian, you let me go."

Jiang Yimian: “…”

Miss Jiang thought to herself, you think of this man too simply, my third aunt.

He went crazy and she couldn't control it at all.

But in front of her family, she still had to pretend, "Then don't go back, Xiao Jiangjiang couldn't bear to part with you..."

Before Feng Beiting was secretly happy, he heard the little ancestor add in a quiet sentence, "It just happened to let him sleep with you at night, so we just took a break."

Jiang Nuo: OK!

Feng Beiting: No!

"Let's go, I'll take you to the room." Jiang Yimian pulled him to the other side of the room.

"I'll go too!"

Jiang Nuo jumped eight feet high and wanted to keep up, but Lin Qian quickly grabbed her eyes and hands, "Don't go, pester your little aunt, and your uncle has to let you get along with each other alone and whisper."

"But……"

"First go back to your room with your dad to take a shower, get up tomorrow morning and then go to play with your aunt and the others."

"...Okay." Jiang Nuo curled his lips down.

"A real man, don't always say ok." Jiang Yu pressed his big palm on his head, "How did Dad teach you before?"

"Don't always say 'OK', after all, we are not frogs that only repeat monotonously in the pond." Jiang Nuo continued with a slight voice.

"Um."

Jiang Mo also rubbed his head twice, but his movements were a little rough.

"Little Jiang Jiang, Xiao Jiang Jiang, you are such a good skill to lead the wolf into the house..." He sighed quietly as Jiang Yimian and Feng Beiting left.

"Um?"

Jiang Nuo looked up at him with a ignorant look.

Yin Wu neither knew Feng Dong nor heard of Feng Xijue, so she didn't think Feng Beiting was like that. She just felt that this young man had a pitiful life experience. The point was that he was so beautiful that she stood in the opposite direction of her two sons.

For her, appearance is "justice".

"Don't talk nonsense!

I think this child Beiting is good, he is good at advancing and retreating, neither humble nor arrogant, and is much better than you two."

"Mom... am I your biological child..."

"I have this kind of question occasionally."

“…”

Today is also a day when my mother is madly criticized.

Yuan Qiong didn't pay attention to what they said, her eyes fell to the guest room from afar, and her expression looked a little complicated...

*

Jiang Yimian took Feng Beiting to the room on the first floor.

"Just sleep here tonight, the bedding is new." She opened the wardrobe and carried a white quilt from it.

Feng Beiting came up from behind her, like a clingy puppy.

The politeness she had in front of her family was fading away, and the smile on his face began to become swaying, "I want to sleep in your bedroom."

"You dream!"

"Mianmian, where is your room?" he asked her unwillingly.

“Fourth floor.”

She smiled at him provocatively, "If you want to find me, you have to pass through my fourth and fifth brothers' bedrooms first."

The implication is that she lives in the "tower".

He patted Feng Beiting on the shoulder with a smile, and a clever light flashed in Jiang Yimian's eyes, "Little friend, life is not a game, it's not that easy to steal Taco!"

After saying that, she walked out loudly, "I'll go to my elder brother to borrow a set of clothes for you."

In fact, Feng Beiting's figure is similar to Jiang Zhuo, so wearing his clothes should be the most suitable one.

But after thinking about the scene just now in the living room, Miss Jiang decisively gave up this plan.

Feng Beiting followed her and walked out, "Mianmian, take me to your bedroom for a visit."

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing, just look at it." He looked honest.

Jiang Yimian looked at him suspiciously, "I warn you, don't think you can stay in my room and not leave. My parents' room is next to me."

"Am I so disregarded the overall situation?"

"hehe."

She felt that he had no big picture in his eyes.

The two came out of the guest room together and went up to the fourth floor and entered Jiang Yimian's bedroom.

As if to show his gentlemanly demeanor, Feng Beiting deliberately opened the bedroom door.

He slowly walked to the center of her room, picked up a corner of the curtain with his beautiful fingers, and glanced out casually.

Withdrew his gaze, his eyes fell on a pillow on Jiang Yimian's bed.

A bright red cherry with two emerald green leaves at the top, and its mouth is curved and cute.

"You sleep with it in your arms at night?"
To be continued...