Hearing the sound of the elevator, he subconsciously raised his eyes and glanced slightly, with a slightly surprised tone, "Just come back?!"

"...Well." Jiang Yimian nodded in a daze, looking at him with a little puzzled look, "Why are you standing outside?"

Feng Beiting lowered his head, gently held his forehead with his hands like a bamboo, and the smile on his lips was helpless, "I just went out too quickly and forgot to bring the key."

"oh……"

After taking the key and opening the door, Jiang Yimian's movements were a little hesitant.

He had just made dinner for her before, so she was reluctant to let him go into the house and wait?

Her eyes rolled, and Miss Jiang turned around with a smile, "Do you want to go in and wait?"

"Thank you." Feng Beiting shook his head, "I have someone send the key here, it should be coming soon."

"Good night." She didn't really want to invite him home. It was late at night, and she was not so unprepared for the lonely man and the widow.

The two of them interacted a little frequently today, so she wanted to test each other's attitude.

Fortunately, she was thinking too much.

The subtle smile appeared on his face, but he didn't look like he had a good impression of her or had intentions.

Feng Beiting didn't seem to know her complicated thoughts, and smiled softly, "Good night."

Nodded slightly, Jiang Yimian's figure disappeared at the door.

The door was closed gently but firmly.

Feng Beiting was still smiling, with some calculations in his smile. He lowered his eyes slightly to look at the ground slanted in front of him, and pointed his arms lightly at the fingertips, one after another, as if he was counting the time.

After a few minutes-

Jiang Yimian suddenly opened the door with water.

He raised his eyes and applied layers of honey back to his face. The surprise and doubt in his expression were just right, and his tone was concerned but not intimate, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yimian pulled out her hair that was still dripping with water, and her eyebrows were depressed, "The water pipe suddenly exploded."

When she answered, she felt a little bit gritted.

After struggling for so long, she just wanted to take a comfortable shower, eat some food, and then lie on the bed and sleep to death.

Unexpectedly, the water pipe suddenly broke and splashed her all over.

She wanted to call the person from the management office to come and check it out, but the call was always busy, so she was ready to go down and find someone.

Even when standing outside the door, Feng Beiting could hear the sound of "swamping" water in the room.

"Do you have a toolbox at home?" he asked.

"have."

"I'll help you see, you..."

Before he could finish his words, a young man in a suit and tie walked out of the elevator. He was tall and thin, with a simple and refreshing buzz cut and a baby face. He couldn't tell how old he was.

He walked straight to Feng Beiting and handed him the key in his hand, "Boss."

"Go and call the person from the management office to come up, the water pipe exploded." Feng Beiting took the key and put it on Jiang Yimian's shoe cabinet, and walked into the bathroom while saying that.

"OK."

Zhushi nodded expressionlessly, turned around like a robot and walked into the elevator.

Jiang Yimian was slightly stunned, "Uh... Actually, I'll just go down and find someone by myself..."

She followed Feng Beiting into the bathroom, like a small tail.

"Are you so worried about me being alone in your house?" Feng Beiting rolled the sleeve tube to his elbow, and the crystal buckle on the cuffs was shining, "Are you afraid that I will hold you alone?"

Looking at the crystal buckle on his shirt, Jiang Yimian's eyes flashed with a clever and lively light. She smiled, "I shouldn't have anything here that you can admire."

"That's not necessarily..." He sighed as he looked at the figure reflected in the bathroom glass.

"Huh?" His voice was too low, and Jiang Yimian couldn't hear it clearly.

"nothing."

He lowered his eyes and stopped talking about the topic just now.

After blocking the water outlet with a towel, Feng Beiting silently took the toolbox handed by Jiang Yimian, and took out a roll of tape in his beautiful hand, which attracted Jiang Yimian's sight.

really……

People with good-looking hands are pleasing to the eye when doing anything.

When the people from the management office came, Feng Beiting was wrapping the leaking place with fiberglass tape, circle after circle, and was very regular.

"Sorry, Miss Jiang, it caused you such a big trouble." The person who came was a blond man in his thirties, smiling and having a good attitude. "We have notified the repairman. He is on the way here, so please wait for a while."

"……good."

"I won't be able to squirt out for the time being. Just wait for the repairman to let him deal with it later." Feng Beiting slowly stood up, with a lot of water stains on his white shirt.

"Thanks."

Jiang Yimian took a few tissues and handed them to him to wipe his hands.

"You're welcome." He took it with his left hand and slowly wiped off the water from his hands. Every movement was as beautiful as a painting.

When he left, Feng Beiting saw a small paper boat, two little frogs and three piglets trotters on the shoe cabinet.

He looked at the fingers with distinct joints gently slid along the edge of the crease until he heard footsteps and Jiang Yimian talking to the administrator from the bathroom door, and he suddenly withdrew his hand.

Perhaps Jiang Yimian's attitude was so good that the administrator excitedly held her hand and thanked her for being grateful.

Feng Beiting turned his eyes sideways and his eyes fell on the hands of the two holding each other. His eyes were out of reach, and it was even more elusive than the water color.

The beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and a storm of ink was found in his eyes. He was still smiling and still looking so beautiful, but there was a chill at the end of his eyes.

"Feng Beiting." Jiang Yimian ran towards him in his slippers.

He turned around, and there was a flash of cold light at the end of his eyes, but when he faced her, he looked gentle, gentle and harmless.

"Um?"

"Thank you very much today, I must thank you another day."

As her voice sounded, her stomach suddenly screamed.

The room was quiet, except for the rhythmic dripping sound in the bathroom, so everyone could hear it clearly when her belly was ringing.

With his cheeks bulged, Miss Jiang looked dark.

"Have you eaten yet?" Feng Beiting's voice was very light, as gentle as the night outside the window.

"……Um."

"I'll help you heat up the curry rice?"

"No, no..." Jiang Yimian waved his hands repeatedly, and his stomach rang out of place when he refused.

Feng Beiting lowered his head and covered his slightly raised lips, but his voice was filled with a smile, "I'll send it to you later."

He immediately returned to his home, but did not close the door, and even told her, "Don't close the door."

"oh……"

Jiang Yimian nodded subconsciously and obediently.

After a moment of silence, she realized that he might not be at ease in the room with a big man.

Sure enough, he is a very gentle person...

Back at the room, Miss Jiang took two steps and then returned to the shoe cabinet, looking at the rows of paper gadgets on it.

Strange, why is there a little frog missing?

When the repairman came to the door, Miss Jiang was squatting on the ground looking for her little frog.

After being interrupted, she forgot about it.

After the water pipe was repaired, the administrator and the maintenance worker left together. Jiang Yimian politely sent them to the door and accidentally heard the sound of cooking in the opposite door.

In Miss Jiang's perception, Feng Beiting's "heat" should be to put the leftovers in the microwave and "dink".

But looking at this attitude, it seems that she had misunderstood.

After hesitating for a while, Jiang Yimian walked to the opposite side and knocked on the door, but the sound of the kitchen range hood was loud, overshadowing the knock on the door.

After taking a step forward, she suddenly heard a "bang" sound behind her.

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ps: off-topic questionnaire

Name: Feng Beiting

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Attribute: Absent

Hobbies: Jiang Yimian

The most perverted thing I've ever done so far: As a qualified pervert, everything I've done is perverted

Daqi:...
Chapter completed!