What celebrity wives hate is my vest and not me

Chapter 60 Qin Feng, I'm Hungry
"Qin Feng, I haven't been to your house for a year, it's changed a lot!"

While several people were waiting for the hot pot to boil, Da Liu looked curiously at the furniture in the living room.

Qin Feng is a very contradictory person. On the one hand, he is very conservative about certain youthful memories, and keeps many commemorative small objects;

On the one hand, the artistic cells in my heart are very radical. Whatever ideas pop up in my mind, I will modify the layout and decoration of the home according to the inspiration.

This happens about four times a year, when the seasons change.

"The shape of this small table is really beautiful. Where did you buy it, online or in a mall? Do you have a link?"

Qin Feng, who was cooking in the kitchen, replied after hearing the words: "I designed it myself and then asked someone to make it. If you like it, I will also design one for you."

"Then it's settled!"

Da Liu is very happy, he and his partner will get engaged at the end of the year.

The family has already made up the down payment for the wedding room, and the decoration and monthly payment are the young couple's own business. It is more than 4000 a month. The pressure is great but there is nothing to do...

The only way is to decorate his own house in the way he likes, so that he can get some worthwhile affection after the pressure.

On weekdays, the colleagues in the evening program group have a very good relationship. When Xiao Wang saw that there was still a little bit of melancholy in Da Liu's yearning eyes, he knew that he was thinking about getting married.

In today's society, we are exhausted to save down payment to buy a house, repay a 30-year loan, marry a wife and have children, so many boys understand the hardships of life overnight.

From then on, the most free time of the day is to go home after get off work and sit quietly in the car for a few minutes.

Da Liu chose to compromise, but Xiao Wang felt panic and uneasy about it. If possible, he did not want to get married and have children, but the pressure from his parents and a little desire and fantasy for love controlled his determination.

Xiao Wang sighed, patted Liu on the shoulder, and said softly: "Everyone is like this, don't put too much pressure on it."

Da Liu cheered up, and said with a smile: "No, you have to hurry up... But if you really want to say that Qin Feng is better than us, just because he can do housework diligently and has a self-motivated personality, he will definitely find him. Good girl."

Don't think about the future life and pressure, Liu's eyes are still fixed on Qin Feng's furniture and can't extricate himself.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the furniture was really beautiful.

"I can't tell Qin Feng that you can also design furniture. What major did you study in university?"

"Signal communication, programming, mechanical design..."

Qin Feng spread his hands, holding the soy sauce bottle in one hand and holding the spatula in the other. It took a lot of math to learn the culinary skills are very exquisite, the technique is superb, pour the soy sauce bottle on the spatula and sprinkle it out Start stir frying.

"Actually, I'm a man of science and technology."

Many novelists have a background in science, engineering or medicine. For example, Keigo Higashino graduated from the Electrical Department of Osaka Prefecture University, Chekhov studied medicine, Russell is a famous mathematician, and Giordano has a Ph.D. in physics.

And every new youth is familiar with the saying that studying medicine cannot save the Chinese.

Qin Feng used his own experience to prove that there is no necessary relationship between the major he studies in university and the job he will do in the future... He has just been promoted from a copywriting editor to a variety show planner.

Da Liu is a literary student, and he and his girlfriend are schoolmates, but they got together only after graduation.

He lowered his eyebrows thoughtfully: "Is it true that science students are also good at cooking? Qin Feng's cooking can be remembered for a year after eating it once."

Xiao Wang quickly shook his head: "Don't take me with you if you're bragging."

Zhao Ming also laughed and said, "My wife also cooks at my house."

Listening to the chatter in the living room, Qin Feng frowned even tighter. If this continues, the hot pot water will boil, and his own meal is almost done. Is it possible to let Wang Anruo hide in the closet overnight?
Uncle, you father, hurry up and think of a way!
Do you have the heart to let your daughter hide in a closet all night?
I don't know about you, anyway, I definitely can't bear it.

Qin Feng blinked at Wang Rengui, and pouted his lips, signaling him to persuade him to go back quickly.

It's a big deal to eat tomorrow!

Come tomorrow, I will empty out the seafood market and make a big meal for you.

Wang Rengui frowned, he was very embarrassed, he brought the person here by himself, all the colleagues were kind, and all the things were bought, and it seemed that dinner was about to start, could he really drive him away?
But when he thought of An Ruo being discovered, the news that his daughter was a big star spread in the work unit, and the fact that Qin Feng was in love with his daughter...

The most important thing is that a dignified big star is actually hiding in the closet of the TV station's small staff bedroom. If the news spreads out about the career that his daughter loves, won't it be ruined?

After thinking about it, Wang Rengui got up, walked around the living room, and pretended to be sorry: "Before you heard that Xiao Qin's house was more than 40 square meters. Big, with a big balcony..."

Finally, Wang Rengui pondered for a moment and made a decision: "There are so many people who can't sit down, if it's really impossible, let's go out to eat?"

Da Liu and Xiao Wang were taken aback when they heard the words, they looked at each other and didn't know how to answer.

Zhao Ming has been with Director Wang for the longest time, and he was a little confused this moment...

What did the director think? Didn't he be fine before he came here? Is it because Qin Feng's house is too narrow to accommodate so many people?

When Qin Feng heard the words, he gave Uncle Wang a thumbs-up, Big Liu unplugged the hot pot, and Xiao Wang started to pack his things.

"I'll change clothes."

Qin Feng stepped into the bedroom, locked the door, then walked to the wardrobe and opened a gap in the wardrobe.

Wang Anruo sat in the closet, legs curled up, two small hands hugging his knees, his chin resting on it, his face was red.

"Uncle Wang has already persuaded people to go back. We decided to go out to eat and leave in a while. You just need to hear the sound of closing the door."

Wang Anruo didn't answer, but his face was still blushing. Qin Feng was still a little confused about what was going on, but when he noticed his underwear hanging in the closet, he was slightly startled, and then his cheeks became a little hot.

"Sorry, really sorry!"

He hastily put away all the underwear, and didn't bother to fold it, simply folded it and stuffed it into the pile of clothes on the other side.

But before Wang Anruo could speak, a not-so-loud grunt came.

There were only two people in the room, and it was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

The wardrobe is only so big, and the wooden structure even echoes, so the grunting sound is a bit obvious.

Qin Feng's face was full of embarrassment at this time.

Because the stomach growling was not made by himself, Wang Anruo covered his stomach, his face was hot red.

But Wang Anruo is Wang Anruo after all, she has the temperament to say something, although she is shy, she still slowly pokes her head close to Qin Feng's ear.

Probably because they were afraid of being heard by people outside, so the two of them communicated very quietly. After all, the door is not very soundproof, and you can hear the sound inside when you stand outside.

A woman leans close to a man's face, either to kiss or whisper.

Wang Anruo was really hungry, so he chose the latter.

The voice was soft and soft, brushing over Qin Feng's heart, tickling it.

"Qin Feng, I'm hungry."

(End of this chapter)