"Oh, OK."

Anyway, she broadcasts live just to make money. Why did she light up the lamp and make oil for the live broadcast?

Seeing her agreeing happily, the prison temple's expression cleared a little, and then gently hugged her into her arms, "Did you scare you just now?"

"Yeah." She was either afraid of him, or he suddenly did that, which surprised her, "Don't throw my phone again in the future. If you have something to do, you can say it with your mouth."

“…I’ll buy you new one.”

"You can't throw old ones at will when buying new ones, it's too much of a loser."

"Then I won't do this again next time..."

At this point, the voice of the Prison Temple suddenly stopped.

He thought, maybe there is no "future". If he can see the acquired sun by tonight, it will be different to say whether he can see the acquired sun.

The moment he heard the sound of the fourth young master on the phone, his Tianling Gai was almost scared.

"What were you just writing?" Ji Yaoan pried open his hand and picked up the piece of paper on the coffee table to read it.

The characters in Zhushi are surprisingly beautiful, with very correct Song style, horizontal and vertical, similar to printed style.

It was clearly a piece of white paper without horizontal lines, but he wrote neatly, as if it was measured with a ruler.

But that's not the most important thing. What's important is that the two words "authorized letter" in the top of the top made Ji Yaoan stunned.

how?

Just because she spoke to other men in a coquettish voice, he was so angry that he wanted to commit suicide?

"you……

Are you sick?” Like the ones performed on TV, have incurable symptoms?

Prison Temple shook its head.

I thought that if it weren't for this "unrestrained disaster", he would start at least seventy years old according to his physique, and would not be able to stop him at eighty years old, and would bet on ninety every gamble.

After rubbing Ji Yaoan's hand, Zhusi said to her earnestly, "If you have any problems in the future, go find Miss Jiang."

"Miss Jiang?"

"It's Jiang Lan's sister, Jiang Yimian."

"You know her, too?"

After asking Ji Yaoan, he realized that Su Fu and Jiang Yimian knew each other, and Prison Temple was Su Fu's friend, so it seemed that he didn't seem surprised that Jiang Yimian knew him.

Strangely, he called the other party.

Feel……

Very respectful.

Waving the suicide note in his hand, Ji Yaoan blinked in confusion, "So, why do you want to write a suicide note?"

“…practice hands.”

He felt that if he wanted Miss Jiang's words in this situation, he might have room for improvement.

The prison temple was so scared that he didn't sleep all night, but in fact Feng Beiting was not ready to do anything to him.

Just like the last time Su Fu and Yunque helped Jiang Yimian hypnotize him, as long as they listened to Jiang Yimian's words and did things, he would not pursue it.

However, what Zhushi said made him feel at ease.

Mianmian not only remembered some things from the past, but also began to investigate.

Feng Beiting didn't want her to think of those pasts, not because she was afraid that she would stay away from him when she knew she was a murderer, but just simply didn't want those mottled and dirty pasts to taint the pure land in her heart.

Retracting into the quilt, he leaned on his arm, and looked at Jiang Yimian in his sleep with soft eyes.

She slept very heavily, breathing for a long and shallow breath, and her eyebrows and eyes were stretched.

Holding his wrist with both hands, a very attached posture.

Feng Beiting bullied himself and approached her, his beautiful lips gently printed on the corners of her lips, and a gentle and lingering kiss, as cautious as he treated everything about her, for fear of hurting her at all.

"Sleeping..."

What should I do with you?

This time, it was like a dilemma. Every step I took almost sank the whole shoe into such a heavy and deep mud.

This night was loaded with all the weight of the past.

Feng Beiting sighed softly, his eyes were faint, and he got up and got out of bed.

Help Jiang Yimian cover the quilt carefully, put on his coat and opened the door and walked out.

The cold wind hit and the cold hit the face.

Feng Beiting looked up at the night sky. The moon was round and bright, but without Jiang Yimian beside him, he always felt that it was no different from the glowing pancake.

At the end of the road, faint lights lit up the trees.

In the vast courtyard, clustered eaves, gables and lighted windows are vaguely visible, out of reach, like the residence of a witch in the forest.

There was a man standing under the street light not far away, leaning against the street light pole, his head slightly lowered, and a flash of light was flashing from a finger to his lips.

Threads of smoke were blown away by the night wind before it even took shape, making it difficult to find traces.

That face is more happy than sad, less restrained than reckless. It is not a tough guy like Jiang Yu, but it is not a face that can be kneaded by anyone casually.

Feng Beiting raised his eyebrows.

It's actually Jiang Mo!

The other party also noticed him, looked up at this side, and looked at him with all his eyes. He threw the cigarette in his hand in a panic, stepped on it and crushed it desperately, and threatened, "I warn you, if you dare to say it out, you will die!"

His mouth was clear, unlike his previous big tongue, and he was obviously sobering up.

Feng Beiting was silent and did not comment.

Jiang Mo looked unnaturally and asked him in a bad tone, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

"Didn't the fifth brother sleep?"

"cut!"

Jiang Mo seemed too lazy to pay attention to him.

He took out the lighter and cigarette from his pocket, lit another one for himself, slapped his hand, and handed it to Feng Beiting, "Come one?"

Feng Beiting gently rubbed his index finger and middle finger on his hands, shaking his head against his will.

Actually, he wanted to smoke.

It was difficult to calm down when he was pretending to be in his mind, so he wanted to light a cigarette.

However, Mianmian did not allow him to smoke, so he did not dare to carry it with him when he came to Jiang's house. He only occasionally smoked secretly in the bar while she was away. He had to turn on the range hood to expel the cigarette in time so that she would not suddenly come to the door and smell it.

Jiang Mo looked him up and down, noticed the small movements on his hands, and smiled with a "malicious intention", "Stop pretending, your hands will be bald in a while."

As he said that, he lit a cigarette and handed it to him.

Feng Beiting took it.

Jiang Mo changed his face instantly, "Haha! I'll catch it!

Now we have each other’s handle. If you dare to tell your family about me smoking, I will tell Xiaomian about your smoking."

Feng Beiting: "..."

childish!

Seeing that Feng Beiting ignored him, Jiang Mo seemed to feel a little naive and made a few boring words.

In the middle of the night, the two of them stood under the street lights silently and sniffled the clouds and mist. At that time, the scene was as weird as it was.

Halfway through a cigarette, Jiang Mo suddenly said, "Hey, Feng Beiting, what do you like to be Xiaomian?"

"In the past, I like everything except that she didn't like me."

“…What about now?”

"Now, except for her not being able to like me, I still like everything."

“…”

And "I like it if I do my best"!

Why didn't he say "I like it so much that I toss and turns"!

"Feng Beiting, I only have such a sister, I care more about her than I care about myself." I was young before and didn't understand what to be good to a person. All he could do was share with her what he liked to eat and play with.

Grandpa agreed to buy a motorcycle for him, and his first thought was to take Xiaomian out for a ride.

As a result, something unexpected happened, she slammed her head, but he didn't say anything on his face, but felt distressed for a long time in secret.

For a long time later, every time they spoke face to each other, he subconsciously looked at her forehead, afraid that the scar would fall, and that she would still hurt.

"Although there are many brothers in our family, only Xiaomian and I are the same age as me, and only I will take her to make trouble. So from childhood to adulthood, she will tell me the first thing she has done." At this point, Jiang Mo raised her lips slightly and smiled unconsciously, "The only exception is you."
To be continued...