The scumbag's little ancestor hasn't fallen off the horse

Chapter 186 Can He Cook?

"Why did you knock on the door?" Feng Zhiting went to the living room and took out tea leaves and a new cup to make tea. He didn't think he would be someone who likes to visit neighbors at first.

Fu Xiuyao thought about the purpose of his trip, and explained: "I heard that the person who lives here is Wen Shaoquan, and I want to ask him for an autograph."

Feng Zhiting, who was putting the tea into the teapot, paused, suddenly remembered that Wen Shaoquan was hailed as the top ten husbands of girls on the Internet. He was masculine and handsome, and his 1.9-meter height made countless girls call him husband.

There are similar expressions in those garbage books. Such men and little milk dog boys are known as the two most beloved spouses of contemporary girls.

However, Wen Shaoquan had never been here at all, and the only people who could know the news were insiders.

He asked Wen Shaoquan to buy a house here, and he lived in it.

Feng Zhiting's face became gloomy, he continued to pour tea into the teapot, and said earnestly: "At the beginning, if you wanted to practice calligraphy, you didn't need to get Wen Shaoquan's signature, he was big and thick, his handwriting was not good-looking, and his signature was ugly , the signatures circulating on the Internet are all signed by others.”

Fu Xiuyao: ...She suddenly wondered if he said that on purpose.

"It's not that I want to sign, it's that my manager likes Wen Shaoquan, and I want to give it to her as a gift." Fu Xiuyao sighed slightly, and answered helplessly.

Feng Zhiting's complexion gradually improved, he picked up the kettle and poured boiling hot water into the teapot and said, "Okay, I'll let Wen Shaoquan take it as a present."

Fu Xiuyao: ...

"Sigh." She felt a little helpless, why was Feng Zhiting so childish?

It's still Feng Zhitinghao in the Feng family, a veteran cadre who works and rests, and is very cold, studying books every day.

"What is your relationship with Wen Shaoquan? Is he a relative of Wen Jianming?" Fu Xiuyao thought of Wen Jianming. He is a member of the Feng family. Logically speaking, the Feng family should be related to Wen Jianming.

Both of them were surnamed Wen, and they knew Feng Zhiting, so they were probably related by blood.

It's just that Wen Jianming's face is more like a mixed race, while Wen Shaoquan's facial features are profound, but he doesn't look like a mixed race.

Feng Zhiting stood up after making tea, and said to her: "They are relatives."

The phrase "they are relatives" strikes her as odd, not "we are relatives" or "they are brothers".

And Wen Jianming is the young master of the Feng family, but she has never heard of Wen Shaoquan in the Feng family.

"You want to know?" Feng Zhiting saw her inquiring face, walked towards her, and said in a low voice: "If you are the mistress of the Feng family, you will know."

Fu Xiuyao glanced at him, so she doesn't have much curiosity now.

"You are here alone?" She looked around at the living room's decoration, which was completely different from his aesthetics. It was not a simple and elegant dress, but a variety of luxurious and complicated decorations.

There was no one else in the room, he was the only one here.

"Yes."

"Can you take care of yourself?" She frowned slightly, looking at his calm and steady face, she always felt that this was not in line with Feng Zhiting's noble personality.

One must know that in the Feng family, Feng Zhiting does not need to do housework.

"Of course." His face was calm, and he didn't think it was something to worry about.

Fu Xiuyao felt incredible about this, "You know how to cook? Do you buy vegetables yourself?"

"I can cook, but the dishes can be delivered directly."

Her eyes widened slightly when she heard that he could cook, which was such a breaking news for her.

"You like it?" She didn't think it was because of this, if he liked to cook, he would cook in Feng's house himself.

"I don't like to talk about it, but I still have to know some things." Feng Zhiting took her hand and led her to sit on the sofa, "Want to taste it?"

(End of this chapter)