Less than five minutes after entering the door, Jiang Yimian completely broke the originally clean room at a hurricane speed.

Little white shoes were lying on one side, and the socks were rumbling around. On the way to the bedroom, her jeans and T-blood shirt were thrown casually. Her suitcase was open at the door of the bedroom, and the things inside were turned into a mess. Looking around, it looked like a large thief scene.

After taking a shower, Miss Jiang came out of the bathroom, looked at the mess all over the ground, blinked innocently, and then turned around and blew her hair without any worries.

I dried my hair and didn't put the hair dryer back to the original place. I changed my pajamas, lifted the quilt, and leaned back and fell directly on the bed.

Turning left, pressing the right corner under her body, turning right, pressing the left corner under her body, lifting her legs and pressing the bottom corner under her feet, she successfully rolled herself into a spring roll.

This is her habit when she sleeps. She feels insecure if she doesn't wrap herself like a silkworm pupa.

If there was a gap in the quilt, she was always worried that a hand would come in under the bed.

After wrapping herself up like a rice dumpling, Miss Jiang sighed and closed her eyes with satisfaction.

Comfortable……

She didn't pull the curtains, and the golden afterglow of the setting sun shone in from outside the window and fell on the edge of her hair, shining soft light.

This is also her little habit. When she sleeps during the day, she doesn't like curtains to block the sun. She likes the warm feeling of the sun shining on her body. Even if she closes her eyes, she can feel the brightness in front of her eyes, and the corners of her lips can't help but raise slightly. But at night, she is pretentious and must pull the curtains tightly. No matter how bright the moonlight is, the stars are not as bright as the night is too dark, like a man-eating evil spirit, she feels depressed.

Thinking in a daze, Jiang Yimian gradually fell asleep.

The room was very quiet, and only the sound of the second hand passing through the dial was "tick".

"Mianmian..." In the dimness, she heard someone calling her.

The sound seemed to echo in a distant place, tiny and lonely.

My family and friends called her "Xiaomian", while those who were unfamiliar were called her politely "Miss Jiang". No one ever called her "Mianmian", and she was so affectionate and gentle.

Who is it?

She forced herself to open her eyes and was surprised to find that it was getting dark.

Outside the window is a warm and quiet night, but the room is neither warm nor quiet.

Jiang Yimian looked at the man sitting by the bed, and his beautiful almond's eyes were filled with fear.

There was a cigarette between the man's fingers, which was the only light source in the room.

He twitched slowly, his posture was leisurely and casual, he laughed, his voice was low and clear, and even the loudspeaker could not make it unpleasant.

"Mianmian, long time no see."

That was the best but most terrifying greeting Jiang Yimian had heard of.

Help--

She wanted to shout for help, but suddenly she woke up from the bed, a layer of fine beads of sweat oozing out from her forehead, and her hands and feet were cold without a trace of temperature.

It was still light outside the window, and the sun had not yet gotten off work.

What I just saw was a dream...

Silence enveloped the room, as deafening as the exclaim, she felt it, feeling it surrounded her, thick and hard.

With a long sigh, Jiang Yimian fell back on the bed like she was exhausted, her eyelashes slowly lowered, blocking the deep fear in her eyes.

Since she was kidnapped three years ago, she has been dreaming about the scene of that day from time to time.

She didn't know who the man in the dream was, and she didn't know why she kidnapped her. She was kidnapped for one night. The next morning, she woke up and found herself lying peacefully in the hotel she booked the night before. She herself was not hurt, and her family was not threatened. The so-called kidnapping was absurd like a dream.

But Jiang Yimian knew that it was not.

She hasn't had nightmares for a long time, and I don't know what's wrong today.

Dingdong—

The doorbell suddenly rang, scaring her to shivering.

The crescent-like eyebrows frowned slightly, Jiang Yimian felt strange. He had just moved in. Who would come to find her?

The air conditioning in the room was a little low. She lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She turned off the air conditioner with the remote control and walked to the entrance.

When passing by the bedroom door, Jiang Yimian took a few steps back and jumped over with a run-up, which was quite as powerful as Liu Xiang's hurdles back then. The completion rate was 100% and the technical difficulty was...

zero.

When she walked to the entrance, she lay on the door and looked out through the door mirror.

A man stood outside the door.

To be precise, he is a very handsome man.

That face was so good that the bishop could kick a hole in the cathedral window.

The door to the room opposite is open, and it seems that he is the new resident who moved in today.

The apartment was full of cameras and the security was in place. Jiang Yimian glanced at the backpack she threw casually on the shoe cabinet. The zipper on the outermost pocket was not tightened, revealing a sharp scalpel. She withdrew her gaze and opened the door, but did not put down the anti-theft chain.

"Is there anything wrong?" She tilted her head and showed a white and pink face from the crack in the door.

The naturally curly hair is scattered casually, like a pineapple flower.

"Hello." Feng Beiting curled his lips and smiled, with a bright light in his eyes, as if the galaxy was embellished in the sky.

Seeing Feng Beiting's beautiful face up close, Jiang Yimian couldn't help but roar in his heart.

She had never seen such a beautiful pair of eyes even though she had grown up, and the most beautiful face she had ever seen in her life.

Feng Beiting's eyes are very light amber, and his eyelashes are not particularly long, but the color is very dark, making his eyes look bright.

Jiang Yimian thought, this is no longer a foul, it is a crime.

She, a girl, felt a little ashamed when she stood in front of him.

Jiang Yimian has always felt that the appearance of the five brothers in the family is already very amazing, especially her third brother Jiang Lan, who is elegant and elegant, like a banished immortal, with a figure like a pine and a green bone like a plum, and is so handsome.

But the person in front of him is a completely different type from her third brother...

If Jiang Lan is a fresh and elegant ink painting, then this person is an oil painting with rich colors.

Thick ink and heavy color.

The visual impact is extremely strong, so beautiful that it shocks the soul.

and--

It’s okay if your face is pretty, but your voice is so beautiful. Miss Jiang thinks that God probably used this sound to erect the clouds in summer.

Before she finished her feelings, "Phone Bien" spoke again, "I am a resident who has just moved in. I wonder if the workers moved things back and forth a few days ago. I'm so sorry."

"Ah... it's okay..." She also came here on the first day.

"This is a little bit of intention, I hope you don't dislike it." Feng Beiting didn't seem to know how bright his smile was. He kept curling his lips lightly and sent the small box in his hand forward.

Jiang Yimian's eyes moved downward, his eyes fixed on Feng Beiting's hand, and his smart and agile eyes shone brightly.

His hands are so beautiful!

Just like him...

Jiang Yimian has a slight hand-loving fetish, which is not serious. She is only for appreciation and does not want to hide it privately. At most, she just quietly glances at it. Coincidentally, Feng Beiting's hands just entered her eyes, with clear joints, white and slender, and her nails were just right. The milky white crescent moons were embedded in her skin.

It’s not that he was spoiled to the point of being lifeless, but that he was well maintained.

She looked at her and four words appeared in front of her eyes...

Pleasant to the eye.

Seeing her eyes slanted straight downward, Feng Beiting lowered his eyes, "It's a cherry, I wonder if you like it or not?"

cherry!

Jiang Yimian instantly came back to his senses.

Isn't this a coincidence? Her favorite food is cherries.

"That's so embarrassing." The implication is that I like to eat.

Feng Beiting understood and handed her the box side through the crack in the door, but did not ask her to put down the anti-theft chain, "It's all neighbors, you have to be welcome."

"Thank you."

"Then let's not bother you, see you another day."

"By bye." When the door was closed, Jiang Yimian accidentally saw a small bag hanging on the door of the next resident, which contained the same box as in her hand, and a small card was placed on it.

She guessed that the family probably wasn't there, so he left a note on the gift.
Chapter completed!