What celebrity wives hate is my vest and not me

Chapter 120 How Does This Celebrity Look Like My Daughter-in-Law?
On October [-]st, Jiangcheng.

Qin Feng drove the Hongqi H9 sent by Wang Anruo to the exit of the expressway, took a detour to Jiangcheng Railway Station, parked the car in the parking lot near the train station, and then walked from the parking lot to the gate of the train station.

When he arrived at the gate of the station, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, and he got connected after a while.

"Hey, son, have you arrived at the station?"

"I just got off the train and got out of the platform. Otherwise, Mom, you don't have to come here. I just take a taxi and go back."

"How can that work? I'm your mother who drives a taxi. Can someone else pick up my son when he goes back to his hometown? Wait, I'll kill you after delivering the order!"

"Slow down."

"It's good that you have told me this since I was a child, my son has been sensible since he was a child!"

After hanging up the phone, Qin Feng walked across the road and stood on the side of the road, looking back at the big characters at Jiangcheng Railway Station, thinking that the stations in small counties are incomparable with those in big cities.

Both Guanhai and Quancheng stations have dedicated taxi lanes. What about Jiangcheng?There is a large road at the entrance, and within a radius of ten miles, there are either fields or factories, and there are no residential areas. Except for taxis and Didi special cars, there are basically no other cars passing by, and it looks like a desert.

The bus stop sign is even more lonely, and the timetable on it has only two trains throughout the day, at noon and night, corresponding to the two trains coming to Jiangcheng respectively——

This isolated small county seems to have not kept up with the development of the times. Even the trains to the outside world only run twice a day.

But Qin Feng stretched his waist, feeling uncomfortable. Ever since he returned to the boundary of Jiangcheng, the smile on his lips has never fallen.

No matter how good you are outside, you will still feel free when you return to this small county where you have lived for more than ten years!

After waiting for more than ten minutes, within Qin Feng's sight, a taxi turned around from the red street light intersection.

He was too familiar with that car, Qin's mother had been driving the same taxi since he was a child, and over time, Qin Feng could tell the difference between his own car and other taxi engines of the same company just by listening to the sound.

It is conservatively estimated that this car earned at least half of Qin Feng's daily necessities and tuition fees in his childhood and youth.

The taxi pulled up slowly by the side of the road. Mother Qin was wearing short sleeves, white ice sleeves on her hands, sunglasses on her face, and a job badge on her neck. Her dark complexion was not different from most female taxi drivers.

There are two extremes in this world, one is the female driver, the other is the female taxi driver... Maybe it is the floor and ceiling of female driving skills.

"My eldest son is back!"

Qin's mother opened the trunk to help Qin Feng put his luggage away, and then gave her son a big hug.

He enjoys this way of getting along with his parents very much. Qin's father is dull and not good at words, and Qin's mother supported Qin Feng's entire childhood. The talkative Qin's mother never hesitated to express her emotions. In China, parents who are actually willing to hug their children Not many.

After the hug, Qin Feng opened the car door and got in, but Qin's mother was looking around, as if looking for someone.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"Where's that girl?"

Seeing that there was no one around, Mother Qin couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "Is it Wang? It just came out of your closet on your birthday."

Qin Feng was a little embarrassed: "Mom, if you don't mention the wardrobe, I would know who it is."

"Didn't you come with me?" Mother Qin murmured, somewhat worried.

After returning from going to Guanhai to celebrate her son's birthday, she told everyone that her son found a beautiful girlfriend in a big city, and she was also the leader's daughter!

Every time she saw the envious eyes of those people, Qin's mother was very proud, with a kind of vain frankness.

It's just that after showing them photos of their son's girlfriend at their begging, they put on a look of disdain, which made her puzzled.

"Stop making conflicts." She was worried.

"What are you thinking about?" Qin Feng greeted Qin's mother back into the car with a smile: "She has to wait a few days... come back after the [-]rd, busy with work. You always like to think too much, don't be suspicious of everything."

"When you grow up, you will teach your mother a lesson." Qin's mother pursed her lips, then rolled her eyes, and hurriedly asked, "Have we talked about it yet?"

When watching the sea last time, Qin's mother noticed that the two of them were interested in each other, but they hadn't reached the point of breaking the window paper.

After such a long time, there must be a few more holes in the window paper, right?
Qin Feng nodded with a smile: "This time she came to Jiangcheng, I've had enough fun with her, and it's time to come and propose marriage when I go back."

"So fast?" Mother Qin was a little surprised, but she was relieved when she started the taxi.

"It's not fast anymore." She sighed, and smiled with some relief: "You are already 26, isn't Ms. Wang still a year older than you? When I was 26, you went to kindergarten."

She glanced at the son of the co-pilot, and shook her head: "You have not been married for 26 years... I was still worried about your father last year. You have no date at 24, and you can't talk about it for a year? You can't talk about marriage for another year." Year? Pregnancy means conceiving in October, and you will be almost [-] when you become a father."

Appeared, parent-specific counting method.

Qin Feng just smiled and didn't answer. According to their theory, if you are over twenty, you will be three years old. If you talk about it, you will probably scare you by saying that you are old and have no one to support you.

"At that time, you were working outside, and you were afraid that you would be under pressure, so you didn't tell you... Fortunately, you have been sensible since you were a child."

Qin Ma whispered softly, no matter what, Qin Feng is her pride, and in terms of Qin Feng's current life progress, it is enough to make her stand up and feel that everything is worth it.

Qin Feng sat in the car, looked at the scenery outside the window, and leaned his head against the window glass.

He once thought that his life would be spent slowly in a small county town that is slow.

Until the arrival of the system, Qin Wuxiang came into being, allowing him to live a luxurious life that he will never forget in his life.

At that time, he felt that maybe he would live as Qin Wuxiang for the rest of his life...it was pretty good.

After that, I met Wang Anruo again.

As the dull and warm days passed by slowly, Qin Feng came to his senses, perhaps the second half of his life with Wang Anruo's participation is what he really pursued.

In the evening, the family of three had a sumptuous dinner.

There were chickens and ducks, pork heads mixed with cucumbers, Qin's father drank two glasses of white wine, and Qin's mother bought the boneless chicken feet and crayfish that she had been craving for a long time.

Such a meal would cost less than a barbecue meal in a big city, but it was a feast to celebrate my son’s return home from vacation.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the Qin family did not watch the news broadcast for the first time. Qin Feng transferred to Mango Channel and was concentrating on waiting for the commercial to end.

"When will my son want to watch a celebrity sing?" Qin's mother lay down on the sofa after eating, and the fatigue of the day disappeared without a trace, and she was comfortable.

Qin's father is still eating, men drink and eat for a long time, almost every meal in Qin's house, Qin's mother will go back to the bedroom after eating first, Qin's father eats slowly by himself, and washes the dishes when he is full.

What he does is physical work, and it is enjoyment to be able to eat slowly.

"How old is my son, do you think it was when I watched Ultraman on discs when I was a child?" Qin's father smiled and nodded Qin's mother with his finger, trying to have a common topic with his son: "Look at your mother, she is just out of date." .”

"Then do you know what your son is looking at?" Qin Ma gave him a blank look, trying to expose his pretentiousness.

The commercial ended, and the finals of the music variety show began.

Father Qin scratched his head, watching the shining stage on TV and the host chanting rules he didn't understand, he was a little speechless.

He doesn't usually watch variety shows. He always rotates the TV stations one by one when he is eating, switching to spy war movies or anti-criminal TV dramas that were popular at the beginning of the year, and then stops to watch an episode.

Usually, what I watch is endless, but this does not hinder anything, because these TV dramas have already been missed countless times, and the plots are so familiar that they are just appetizers.

Just when he didn't know what was going on, the familiar face on the stage made him grab the straw: "Isn't this Mo Ying? The day doesn't understand the darkness of the night!"

Seeing that his wife can still hum a few lines of the lyrics, Qin's mother just thinks that he is a blind cat and a dead mouse.

I went to see my son again, and saw my son staring at the TV screen intently, with a vague smile on his lips.

"Huh?" Qin's mother was surprised when she watched the TV camera switch to another contestant: "Why do you look so much like Miss Wang?"

Father Qin also put down his chopsticks at this time, and frowned while watching TV. His eyesight was a bit poor, but he never got glasses.

It's not that he doesn't want to part with it, but that he can't take off his glasses once he wears them, and it's inconvenient for him to wear them for work.

"It's a bit like... what's her name?"

Qin Feng looked at Typhoon Wang Anruo, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes on the stage, which was not inferior to the queen Mo Ying, and smiled proudly: "Her name is Fang Nianwei, she is a very powerful singer."

(End of this chapter)