Feng Beiting chatted with Jiang Yimian all the time. During this period, he changed the water for the vase and opened a sweeping robot to clean up the water stains left by Jiang Yimian. Apart from the face that was so good to see too much, he was really a home-style man.

"Just just now, you've been staring at the Rubik's Cube. Do you like playing this too?"

"Yes." Jiang Yimian didn't hide it.

Feng Beiting picked up the most complicated one and handed it to her. The eyes embedded in her face were as bright as dewdrops.

"Why are you so many levels here? Do you make it by yourself?" She knew that some enthusiasts would customize it themselves, but she didn't, so she couldn't bear to pay.

"This is a sample just released by our company and has not been put into the market yet."

"Your company..."

Jiang Yimian then remembered that the boy who just sent him the keys called him the boss, and it turned out that he was really the boss.

"Toy Company." Feng Beiting further explained.

"This is very cool..." Jiang Yimian didn't even bother to eat the 33rd level cube in his hand. His eyes were bright and excited, and his eyes were pounding. "You can quickly produce this mass and put it into the market to sell it. I will definitely buy one to play."

"If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"……ah?!"

She was a little embarrassed to eat and take it like this.

"You'll play after eating, and the meal will cool down later." Feng Beiting walked over and pulled out the Rubik's Cube from her hand and placed it next to her. The familiarity in his tone made Jiang Yimian slightly stunned.

Why does his tone look so similar to his own brothers?

The order is filled with pampering, and the concern is filled with intimacy...

When there was nothing to say, the arrival of the lock-opening master broke the strange silence.

Jiang Yimian took the opportunity to say, "I'll go over and take a look first."

"Wear shoes." Feng Beiting reminded with a warm voice.

"……good."

Divortex sank slightly, but a hint of doubt flashed in Xing's eyes very quickly.

Still the same feeling just now.

Feng Beiting's words gave her the illusion that they were very familiar with each other, not just familiarity, but closeness.

Feng Beiting looked at her back through an open door, with a look of intoxication and concentration on his face, as if Eastern European immigrants had seen the Statue of Liberty for the first time.

He turned around and stood at the table.

The white fingertips gently brushed the silver spoon, and the top seemed to carry the remaining warmth of her palm.

At that moment, the expression on his face was called "Happiness", as if the touching thing could make him feel happy.

"That..." Jiang Yimian's voice came from behind.

Turning around, the deep depressing madness in Feng Beiting's eyes had disappeared, his eyes were rippling and shining brightly, "Hmm?"

"The door has been opened, I'll come over and talk to you."

He nodded, "Do you still eat the food?"

"...I'm full." Although it's shameful to waste, eating too much is so late and it's not easy to digest.

Between satisfying craving and healthy, she chooses health.

Because once your health is gone, there is nowhere to solve your greed.

"Thank you, this is the best curry rice I've ever eaten!"

“The eighth time.”

"Hmm?" What's the eighth time?

"Thank you to me for the eighth time." The teasing in his eyes was very obvious.

“…”

Why did you leave the key behind with this good memory?

As soon as the two were more familiar with each other, Jiang Yimian's mouth cannon was fired.

She stopped the words in time, and she smiled and shook the phone in her hand, "I'll transfer the money to you."

His clothes are brand-name goods, and she doesn't have that much cash at hand.

Feng Beiting smiled a little helplessly, and pressed his index finger against the top of her phone and pushed it back, "You will make me look stingy like this. Just treat it as making friends. Maybe one day I will have something to need your help. I hope you will be indifferent to this piece of clothing and refuse it."

Jiang Yimian stared at his hand and forgot to answer for a moment.

"I'll just say it, it's not that there's really something to bother you."

"Ah! No!" she quickly explained, "I just got distracted and didn't hear what you said."

After a pause, Jiang Yimian bit his lower lip and pointed at his hand, "Your hands are very beautiful, I was fascinated by it."

She doesn't have that good-looking hand...

Very angry.

Looking at her hands along her gaze, Feng Beiting seemed to be looking carefully for the first time, and asked her with uncertainty, "Is this beautiful?"

Miss Jiang nodded vigorously, her eyes full of stars.

Seeing this, Feng Beiting smiled charmingly, "You can show it to you at any time."

Although--

Things these beautiful hands always do not do that beautifully.

"It's very late, go back early to rest."

"Well, good night." Jiang Yimian waved his hand, and the overly wide sleeves looked like a flag swaying in the wind.

"Good night."

Feng Beiting took the lead in closing the door until a muffled sound of closing the door was faintly heard outside, and the softness on his face instantly faded away.

The beautiful eyes became dull, but the amber eyeballs made his amber eyeballs look deeper.

When a bad guy has 360 ways, he is familiar with each one.

But only in front of her, he wanted to be a good person...

Wash the porcelain plates and rice spoons used by Jiang Yimian, Feng Beiting disinfected them and placed them in the highest cabinet. The bottom of the cabinet was the same as the Rubik's Cube, with the words "M" printed on it.

No one knows what this means, only he knows it.

Exclusive to sleep.

Touching the necklace on his neck, Feng Beiting thought, including himself.

For him, in addition to representing expensiveness, the only meaning of exclusive attributes is exclusive possession.

When he walked out of the kitchen and passed by the dining table, he picked up the Rubik's Cube and put it back to the original place.

He wants to...

She will come again.

Everything in this house was based on her preferences, including himself.

After an inadvertent glance, he saw the changed clothes that Jiang Yimian placed on the sofa.

The smile becomes bright in an instant.

It was a smile that was charming and dangerous, which was different from what was shown in front of Jiang Yimian or anyone else.

It seemed as if this was what he was originally, Feng Beiting, who was like a poppy.

His fingertips touched the white T-shirt that Jiang Yimian changed, and he gently brushed by him as if he was pointing at this moment. He looked at him with nostalgia, like night embracing the moonlight.

"Sleeping..."

He murmured softly, slowly closed his eyes, blocking the increasingly obsessed look in his eyes.

Relaxedly, Feng Beiting had no intention of sending his clothes back to Jiang Yimian.

To some extent, they are a bit similar.

He thinks it is stupid to not take advantage of such opportunities to come to the door.

So, he decided to detain her clothes and wait for the "prey" to come to the door.

She folded her clothes neatly, and Feng Beiting suddenly heard a dull "bang" sound, and something fell on the carpet.

It's a sharp scalpel.

Even under such soft lights, there is still a cold light.

He held it in his hand and played with it, a charming smile appeared on his lips.

It seems that I have let go of some warning to him...

"Mianmian, this is very dangerous." He murmured, his voice disappearing into his beautiful lips.
To be continued...