In fact, Su Fu cannot be blamed for this.

When they investigated Jiang Lan, they paid more attention to his personality and work. Although they also understood his preferences, she knew that she had obvious characteristics such as his cleanliness obsession. She didn't pay much attention to subtle things like whether she ate spicy food.

Or it should be said that what she paid the most was his face.

"Then what do you want to eat? I'll treat you to the hospital later."

Jiang Lan shook her head and closed her eyelids slightly, "I don't have much appetite."

"oh……"

Thinking that he is sick, it is indeed not suitable for eating big fish and meat, so it is better to be lighter.

When he thought of "lightness", Su Fu couldn't help but have a plot of novels he had written. Usually, another character in the story would say, "I'll make some porridge for you to drink."

Su Fu felt that she should also express this.

After all, Jiang Lan's cold was infected by her. She also asked her to eat the nine-grid hotpot yesterday. No matter how she thought about it, she felt ashamed of him.

and--

The cold prosecutor who was sick didn't know if there would be any unexpected contrast, so Su Fu decisively recommended himself.

"Why do I make porridge for you to drink?"

Jiang Lan's eyelashes trembled slightly and slowly opened her eyes, "You can cook?"

"It's not cooking, it's cooking porridge." These are two projects.

“…”

Jiang Lan thought Su Fu's words were worth pondering.

But thinking that she was in good intentions, he closed his eyes and said "um" softly, not as plain as before, with a brisk tone and a smile.

*

After Jiang Yimian took Lin Qian home, he rushed to the police station without even entering the door. He didn't go home with Jiang Zhuo until after get off work in the afternoon.

As a result, I saw an unexpected "guest" at home.

"Young aunt, you're back!" Jiang Nuo sat in Feng Beiting's arms and raised a big smile at her, "Young uncle is as good as you play with Rubik's Cube!"

Jiang Yimian looked at Feng Beiting sitting cross-legged on the carpet, and his mouth twitched slightly.

When did you come?

Is he so casual to come to her house now, and he doesn't need to say hello to her in advance.

Feng Beiting looked up at her, with an innocent smile on his face that was the same style as Jiang Nuo, which was brilliant and charming, "Here you back."

Jiang Yimian: “…”

She seemed to see four big words on his face: Entering the house!

"Why don't you tell me?"

She stared at him fiercely, but this scene changed its taste when it fell into Yan Mei's eyes.

She walked over and poked Jiang Yimian's forehead lightly and severely, and scolded, "Why are you talking to Beiting!

This is my own home, come whenever I want to come.”

"Thank you, aunt."

"Xiaomian, it's Jiang Jiang's fool. She secretly called Beiting if she was busy." Lin Qian's smile was mixed with apology, "I didn't pay attention to my phone in my bag, and I found the call record when I came back."

Hearing this, Jiang Yimian squatted in front of Jiang Nuo with her knees and asked him, "Why did you suddenly remember to call your uncle?"

"Not suddenly." The little guy shook his head seriously and corrected her statement, "I have always missed my uncle."

"Oh, this little flattery." Jiang Zhuo held his forehead, looking like he couldn't stand him.

Seeing Jiang Nuo looking at Feng Beiting with the Rubik's Cube intent, Yan Mei waved to Jiang Yimian and the others over, and lowered her voice, "Xu Hui came soon after you left in the morning, but Jiang Jiang was afraid of her and kept hiding behind me and refused to communicate with her.

Later he went to the bathroom, and Beiting came soon after he came out. It was probably the time when he called Beiting."

"I'm pretty smart, I know who will pay attention to him." Jiang Mo couldn't help laughing.

"Let's have a meal first, let's talk about it after dinner."

When he heard that it was about to eat, Jiang Nuosa ran to the restaurant.

Feng Beiting followed him slowly with a smile, but was pulled by Jiang Yimian, "Come here!"

"What's wrong?"

"I just said yesterday that you had a cold, and you came to my house today. Isn't this a slap in your mouth?"

"Mianmian..." Feng Beiting frowned slightly.

"ah?"

"I have a cold, not a terminal illness, and I can cure it."

“…”

This is the reason, but it is not the case.

He looked over the restaurant and looked at it. Jiang Yimian held his "little iron fist" and pounded him in the chest, "Brother, don't forget that your current identity is the boss of your boss's company. Are you too idle?"

"I'm the idle boss."

“…”

A typical example of not being ashamed of but being proud of.

"Xiaomian! Stop whispering, come and have a meal!" Yan Mei interrupted their conversation with a "sneer" in the restaurant.

Feng Beiting held her hand, smiled gently and pamperedly, "Okay, okay, okay, I will try my best to keep myself busy in the future."

"It's almost the same..." Miss Jiang was satisfied, and she stood on tiptoe and kissed him quickly on the cheek, then happily held hands with him to have dinner.

Jiang Mo looked at the intimate figures of the two of them and his teeth were about to be broken.

That's his sister!

his!

Because of this subtle hostility towards Feng Beiting, Jiang Mo suddenly took out two large albums and showed off Feng Beiting, with the smile on his face so proud that he almost deserved a beating. "This whole book is a photo of Xiaomian when he was a child, and you must have never seen it."

Jiang Yimian listened and said to himself, Fifth Brother, you are too naive.

As a pervert, how could he not be obsessed?

I don’t know if it was to satisfy Jiang Mo’s vanity, or if he really missed Jiang Yimian when he was a child, Feng Beiting looked obsessed with the light in his eyes as gentle as water.

"This is when she first went to kindergarten." Some children would cry when they first went to kindergarten, but Xiaomian couldn't. They jumped around with their small schoolbags on their backs, and became a "class bully" in one day.

The girl in the photo is wearing a sky blue strap skirt and a small yellow hat, and she raises her bright smile at the camera. The scissors on her cheeks are white and tender, just like egg whites.

"This is her birthday when she was five years old...

And this one! Dress up yourself as a lucky doll during the New Year!”

Jiang Mo read it one by one to Feng Beiting, and did not forget to share with him the childhood time of the brother and sister. That was something that he could never interfere as an "outsider".

He thought Feng Beiting would be envious or jealous, but he did so perfectly throughout the whole process. He asked questions at the right time and supported him very much, which made Jiang Mo feel like he punched the cotton and was very powerless.

Jiang Zhuo, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

Feng Beiting seemed to be serious, but the claws on his knees moved from time to time. If he read it correctly, he should have just passed by a few photos.

That silly boy Amo hasn't discovered it yet!

Originally, Feng Beiting stole a few pictures and then stopped them when he saw it. But he was so handsome that he could not escape this iron rule even if he was as smart as Feng Beiting.

Or it should be said that as long as it is related to Jiang Yimian, he will never be able to maintain his normal IQ and do things.

Because of his insatiable greed, he stole the photos and even Yan Mei and the others forgot to chat and stared at him and Jiang Mo.

When the latter was about to show off his next book, he closed the book and wanted to take it to the side. As a result, a large photo album was put in his hand and weighed it, with a dark and slight doubt.

No...

Why did this album become so lighter?

After turning a page casually, Jiang Mo looked at the white page in front of him and couldn't help but widen his eyes, "Where is my baby's photo?"

Jiang Zhuo was holding his smile and coughing.

Looking at Feng Beiting, who was sitting motionless on the sofa with an innocent look on his face, Jiang Mo finally noticed something was wrong. He pulled him off the sofa and saw many colorful photos falling off him. The scene was once spectacular and awkward.

Seeing this, Jiang Yimian and Jiang Zhuo were completely unable to bear it, and the brother and sister were about to laugh.

Jiang Mo had a dark face.

However, Feng Beiting, who was obviously the culprit, leaned over and picked up the photos one by one with a calm expression, brushing his fingertips with almost non-existent dust, looking cautious.

Theft failed, and then Mr. Feng Si remembered the normal method, "I want these photos of Mianmian."

Jiang Mo almost turned angry when he heard this.

Listen, this is human words!
To be continued...