Suddenly, he froze in place.

The range hood in the house also stopped working at this time. Feng Beiting happened to hear the sound and walked out in confusion. He accidentally saw the closed door opposite and Jiang Yimian standing in the petrochemical front door at his house.

He guessed that she followed in his footsteps.

The two are similar, but the causes are different.

He was too hasty when he went out and forgot to get the key, while Jiang Yimian habitually took the door with him.

So she can't get in now.

Feng Beiting looked her up and down, his eyes calm and would not make people feel uncomfortable.

The wet clothes on her body have not been changed yet. Every step she takes is a watermark, her hair is still dripping. The little meatballs on her head, which were originally "spiritual" have now wilted, and the frost-beating eggplant droops. They look as embarrassed as they are, a bit like a homeless puppy.

After thinking about it, he denied this metaphor in his heart.

She is more like a rabbit.

It seems simple and harmless, but in fact it will bite people if you are anxious.

"Do you have a spare key to put on your friend's side? You can call them to send it here." Feng Beiting proposed a plan one.

Miss Jiang shook her head desperately.

"Then go to a nearby hotel for one night first, and then find a solution tomorrow?" Plan 2.

"...I didn't bring my cell phone or wallet." Jiang Yimian gritted his teeth and knocked his head with his hands.

Pig brain!

"I'll give it to you first."

Feng Beiting left to get the money, but suddenly stopped, "I have brand new clothes here. Do you want to change them first? This will easily cause colds."

He said, pointing to her wet clothes.

He looked down at his sight and Jiang Yimian felt that he must have been possessed by the decay tonight.

"Come in first." Feng Beiting turned sideways and let her step into his house.

“…is disturbed.”

Jiang Yimian's voice was lifeless and depressed.

Still standing outside the door, she took off her shoes.

Feng Beiting stopped him, "It's okay, just wear it."

"Farewell..." Her shoes were covered with water, worried that it would stain his floor.

“I don’t have any extra slippers at home.”

“…”

Jiang Yimian wanted to say, brother, don’t you come to your house?

Finally, Miss Jiang took off her shoes and walked into Feng Beiting's house step by step.

How to describe it...

It's not quite the same as she imagined.

She thought that a man as beautiful and eye-catching as him would definitely have something unique, such as the black and white decoration style, which is cold and mysterious.

Actually not.

The warm yellow lights clearly outline the outline of everything in the house, and the floor is covered with old-fashioned Persian carpets with soft tones, which looks particularly warm.

It feels very home-friendly, and it doesn't fit his gorgeous appearance.

It’s like a person with such a face should be uneasy, but in fact, he is a fierce man with a chastity arch...

Very comfortable, she likes it very much.

A grand piano was placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with a cover close to it, and a very delicate vase was placed in the corner of the piano, pressed on the rose-red velvet pad, and a white rose blooming in it was inserted.

Smelling the fragrance of roses that seemingly seemingly in the air, Jiang Yimian was a little shining.

Unexpectedly, he also likes White Rose...

The rose blooms directly opposite to the bookshelves on the wall, with many ornaments placed in the grid, one of which attracted Jiang Yimian's gaze. It was a small statue, a complete and smooth arc, with a shallow concave in the middle and raised at both ends, and it was impossible to tell what it was.

Feng Beiting walked over and saw that she had been staring at the gadget in a daze and said, "Asta Dell's "The Spirit of Dawn."

"……oh."

She didn't understand what he was saying at all. She looked at the sculpture like an egg.

However, this is obviously impossible to say.

Feng Beiting handed her a light gray home clothes and a pure white towel, "Go and change it."

"Thanks."

It is certainly inappropriate to wear unfamiliar men's clothes, but compared to colds, fevers, runny noses, Jiang Yimian chose to be "inappropriate".

After changing her clothes and coming out, she saw a smile in Feng Beiting's eyes.

Well, it's really a bit funny.

A gray T-shirt was worn on her like a nightgown, and she put on a pants that were comparable to a bag of noodles under her. She looked at it in the mirror and felt that it was so eye-catching.

"Sell me this piece of clothing, and I'll transfer the money to you when I go back." I always feel strange when I return the clothes I have worn.

Moreover, she felt that he might not want it again.

Feng Beiting smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were filled with misty eyes, "Please wear it."

After the words came to his mind, he handed her the money.

"...Thank you." Jiang Yimian was a little embarrassed. She found that she had done nothing else this night, so she thanked him.

The rich aroma of food in the kitchen floated out, causing her stomach to rebel again, clamoring to be satisfied.

It smells so good.

Hearing her belly screaming, Feng Beiting suppressed his smile and proposed the third plan, "Otherwise, you can pad your belly first, and I will help you contact the lock-opening master at this time?"

In fact, this is the most perfect solution.

However, Feng Beiting did not mention it before.

Jiang Yimian guessed that it was not that he had not expected it, but because the two of them were not so familiar with each other, he rashly invited her over to be afraid of causing her disgust, so he didn't say it. She noticed it just after changing her clothes and came out. He didn't close the door and just opened it, as if he wanted to give her some sense of security.

Tsk...

The more I think about it, the more I feel he is very gentle.

"Will it disturb you to rest?" After all, it was already early in the morning.

"No." He shook his head, walked to the table and helped her pull the chair open, "Eat first, I'll call."

"Thanks."

The curry rice is freshly made with a strong aroma and strongly stimulates Jiang Yimian's taste buds.

When he passed by Feng Beiting, Jiang Yimian noticed that he was still wearing a shirt that had just been splashed with water. It was obvious that he was busy cooking for her as soon as he came back and didn't have time to change it. The gratitude and apology in his heart became stronger. "You should also change the wet clothes as well, beware of a cold."

"Um."

Feng Beiting nodded and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

While sitting down to have a meal, Jiang Yimian's eyes were attracted by the row of Rubik's Cubes placed on the TV cabinet.

From the simplest third level to the more complicated ten levels, from small to large, they are arranged in sequence, like military training, colorful and particularly beautiful.

However, the one who was queuing at the end of the line was extremely large. She felt that it was at least twenty levels. But as a veteran Rubik's Cube enthusiast, she remembers that the official launch of the highest level was only seventeen. How could he have so many of them?

and--

There is a letter "M" on the center block of each face of each Rubik's Cube. I don't know which company's logo or design it is.

"I have contacted the lock-opening master and will arrive in about half an hour." Feng Beiting came out of the bedroom with his mobile phone. He had changed into a long-sleeved T-shirt with a V-shaped collar, revealing the perfectly shaped collarbone and the twinkling chain between his neck.

"Thanks……"

Before the second word "Thank you" was said, Feng Beiting's tone was gently interrupted, "You have said thank you seven times to me today."

"Is there any?" How did he remember so clearly?

"Yes." Feng Beiting nodded seriously, "Actually you don't need to be so polite. You also helped me before."

"Uh-huh."

She smiled and agreed, and sent a tablespoon of rice into her mouth.
Chapter completed!