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

Chapter 199
Feng Zhiting looked at her pretty and fair face, and was not in the mood to eat for a while.

This is indeed a very embarrassing thing.

"I will improve in the future."

Worried that he cared, she quickly said, "You don't have to."

At the end of the sentence, she felt that Feng Zhiting would never be able to do it well, so she added: "If you like it, keep going, if you don't like it, there's no need to keep doing it."

He looked at her concerned look, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised slightly.

"I want to make you happy."

The deep voice was full of warmth, but Fu Xiuyao looked at him solemnly, "But I want you to live happily, and you should live the life you like, drinking tea, reading books and playing chess. Do less work.”

His pupils reflected her serious appearance, and the coldness in the pupils of Zang Bing disappeared completely.

In the quiet room, only his voice sounded: "Before you appeared in my life, I thought that such a quiet and peaceful life was good, but now I feel that only you are living is the life I like."

Based on Fu Xiuyao's experience in reading hundreds of books, she analyzed that these words must be an expression of love.

But based on her understanding of Feng Zhiting, these words must not be expressing love, there must be a deeper meaning that needs to be guessed.

Seeing her serious face, Feng Zhiting thought to himself, could it be that what he said was too straightforward and frivolous?

There is such a sentence in a garbage book-you must express love intentionally or unintentionally in daily life in order to let girls who are relatively insensitive to feelings understand your inner thoughts.

It seems that the content of this book is not credible.

There is such a sentence in another junk book - dress casually at home, change out of suits in time after work, it is best to wear family clothes, it is easy to give your lover a sense of intimacy.

He specially changed into the white clothes he didn't usually wear today to create a sense of intimacy for the first time, I don't know if it worked.

Her brain was thinking rapidly about the profound meaning behind Feng Zhiting's words.

"Why do you know how to cook?" Fu Xiuyao couldn't figure out this question. If he had learned it specially, why is it so unpalatable?

"I learned it outside in order to survive when I was more than ten years old. At that time, there was no extra money to buy oil and salt, and no one taught me." Feng Zhiting said calmly.

Her heart trembled, and the arc of the corner of her mouth suddenly fell to a straight line.

His face was too calm, so calm that people felt that his words were too scary.

"why?"

Isn't Feng Zhiting a member of the Feng family? Why is he living outside?

He smiled at her, he rarely smiled, but at this moment he gave her a comforting smile.

His smile was very shallow, but it was too conspicuous on that usually stern face.

He got up and walked towards her, she looked up at him, and met a pair of eyes that seemed gentle.

Under her gaze, he reached out and touched her head.

She felt the warmth on her head, as if there was a magical soothing force in her heart.

Fu Xiuyao blinked, puzzled.

What does it mean?
Based on her years of experience analysis, this situation is an act of intimacy, commonly known as head-touching to express love.

On this occasion, she deduced that he wanted her to be reassured not to think too much about it.

Feng Zhiting looked down at her bright eyes, and was overjoyed to see that she didn't resist.

There are instructions in junk books, and appropriately adding some intimacy when getting along can enhance the relationship, provided that the other party does not resist.

"The affairs of the Feng family were very complicated." He looked at those seductive black eyes, and said in a low voice, "If you were Mrs. Feng, you would know everything."

Fu Xiuyao: ...

Then she doesn't want to know.

　Feng Zhiting: The book says that this action is full of sweetness, but why did you look at me so strangely at first?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)