What celebrity wives hate is my vest and not me

Chapter 111 Dad, Your Daughter Is In My Hands

This kiss lasted for a long time, until the two of them gasped for breath before they could barely separate.

Wang Anruo blushed, because Qin Feng's hands had begun to restless.

God knows when he made such a small move!

Didn't find it at all!
This man's hand looks like it has a GPS... It's so accurate!

Wang Anruo only felt that her chest was hot, but when Qin Feng wanted to go further, she turned around and started doing it.

"Not yet!" She shook her head.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Qin Feng's eyes, but he also respected Wang Anruo.

This is the first time for him to enjoy the process of being in love. Since they are already boyfriend and girlfriend, what should come will always come, just take it step by step.

But in fact, Wang Anruo didn't mean that.

She doesn't hate Qin Feng.

Naturally, Qin Feng would not be rejected.

With her character, she can do whatever comes to her mind, and say whatever comes to her mind.It's the 21st century, two adults are psychologically prepared to be happy with each other, and both are willing to be responsible for the future, why not?

What's more, both parents are also very satisfied.

only……

It's just that girls are romantic.

So Wang Anruo blushed, turned away from looking at Qin Feng, and whispered: "My birthday is coming soon, the first birthday since I met you."

"I know, number 27."

Qin Feng nodded, he remembered it in his heart.

It was for this matter that he specially asked Chen Yu Tongrong for an interview, otherwise, with Qin Feng's temperament, he would not have casually acted as Qin Wuxiang.

But God failed, interviewing and asking Director Chen to suppress the scandal, Qin Wu was more active than before the opening ceremony.

Wang Anruo felt annoyed when he saw a trace of righteous stupidity in his clear eyes.

I think you have an elm head, so I have to explain it more clearly?

How shy!
"On the 27th, you go to my house to celebrate my birthday!" Wang Anruo thought for a while, since he was older than Qin Feng, he had to show the majesty of a big sister, and immediately turned his head to be stern and stern, pretending to be strong.

It's just that her cheeks were still flushed, which made her arrogance a bit arrogant: "Aren't you good at cooking? I want to eat your breakfast on the 28th... the kind that is on the lips when you open your eyes! "

Qin Feng thought for a while, and suddenly realized.

What a high EQ answer.

"I want to sleep with you. This is Ah Q. I want to wake up with you. This is Xu Zhimo." Qin Feng smiled and looked at the shy Wang Anruo, "What do you think, Wang Zhimo?"

"What a glib tongue!"

"What do you want for breakfast? I'll bring the ingredients directly to your house on the 27th."

Of course, this is the Qingshan community where Wang Anruo lives alone. Given Qin Feng's 1 guts, he would not dare to do bad things in Uncle Wang's house.

hiss……

Next door is Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang, this room is their daughter, and I am the pig struggling to push the cabbage...

Why do you think it's still a little exciting?

"Preserved egg porridge and fried dough sticks." Wang Anruo was curious: "Can you fry fried dough sticks?"

"Of course." Qin Feng nodded. Isn't it easy to fry deep-fried dough sticks with level 6 cooking skills?

It is no problem for him to be the head chef of Capital Eighth Building with his own skills.

Wang Anruo, who had already sat up, suddenly let out a long breath, as if he wanted to let out the boredom in his heart.

"Recently, I have encountered a lot of troubles." Wang Anruo said quietly: "A few days ago, I also met someone I hate."

Qin Feng sneezed, looked at Wang Anruo's concerned eyes, and shook his head guiltily: "Go on."

"Aren't you in Quancheng a few days ago? In that hotel, thanks to the artistes under the banner, I met the rumored young writer Qin Wuxiang before the press conference."

Wang Anruo cast his eyes on the books on the bookshelf, Qin Feng's bookshelf has a full set of Qin Wuxiang's works.

Qin Feng's heart raised his throat: "You are not bad?"

"It's a scumbag!"

Ah this.

Qin Feng looked at Wang Anruo's gnashing of teeth that didn't seem fake at all, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"How can you tell that you are a scumbag?" Qin Feng was obviously a little guilty.

Wang Anruo frowned, apparently not wanting to recall too much about Qin Wuxiang.

But no matter how hard she tried to recall, she could only recall a few details.

such as……

"When you shake hands with a woman you meet for the first time, it's as if every woman in the world is his girlfriend... How can anyone shake hands like that when they meet for the first time?"

Wang Anruo was so angry that his chest heaved, while Qin Feng lowered his head and looked at the hands of the two.

She took his hand and interlocked her fingers.

Are you lacking in convincing?

That day, I really subconsciously... who made me get used to holding your hand?
But of course Qin Feng would not say it clearly, he just nodded his head with a serious face: "Then you really are a scumbag in this way."

"There are still many details..."

Wang An turned his body crookedly, leaned his head on Qin Feng's shoulder, and scolded Qin Wuxiang's various behaviors while sticking to Qin Feng. Since the name Qin Wuxiang first appeared in the public eye many years ago, there have been constant scandals. , until the opening ceremony a few days ago.

Qin Feng rubbed his face against Wang Anruo's cheek, feeling the warmth and coldness of her cheek, and stroking her head while agreeing.

"He's a scumbag!"

"Yes, I have long felt that he is not a good thing."

"Talent but no virtue."

"Tomorrow I'll throw away all his books."

"That won't work, those books have notes written by you... I like to read those notes, after all, you wrote them."

"Then I won't buy his books in the future."

"I heard that he won't write a book anymore."

"It's better to disappear." Qin Feng looked at Wang Anruo's side face and said sincerely: "In this way, you will never see him again."

The phone rang suddenly, it was Wang Anruo's cell phone.

She took out her mobile phone and looked at the notification of the call. Just as she was about to answer it, a prank suddenly sprouted in her heart.

With a smirk, she handed the phone to Qin Feng, motioning for him to pick it up.

Qin Feng took a look, hey, the note is Father Emperor.

After answering the phone, Uncle Wang's familiar voice rang out.

Uncle Wang: "Daughter!"

Qin Feng: "Hey, Dad!"

Uncle Wang: "?"

The phone froze for two or three seconds, during which there were occasional gasps of doubt, as if he was thinking about how to call his daughter, and it was Xiao Qin who answered.

It’s so good that Uncle Wang’s 50-year-old CPU was dry-burned.

Qin Feng was suppressing a smile, and turned to look at Wang Anruo. Wang Anruo also lowered his head and suppressed a smile, but just now Qin Feng's father made her feel a little embarrassed, so she raised her little pink fist and punched Qin Feng on the shoulder.

After hammering, she didn't take her hand away, so she spread out her palm and rubbed it for him again.

"Hello, little Qin!"

Wang Rengui finally came to his senses: "Where are you two?"

Qin Feng replied with a smile: "It's at my house."

Wang Rengui was taken aback for a moment: "You two don't know...you boy!"

Qin Feng quickly explained: "Uncle Wang, where are you going... I will go home for lunch at noon, and An Ruo is a little tired and comes to rest!"

Wang Anruo then took the phone from Qin Feng's hand, "Dad, I'm a bit annoyed, and I'm too lazy to go out to eat, so come over to catch Qin Feng's lunch."

Seeing this, Qin Feng tactfully got up and pointed to the kitchen, motioning for himself to cook, and let Uncle Wang and his daughter chat alone.

(End of this chapter)