Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Chen Feng nodded: "Well, this is my previous bedroom. I slept in this bed for many years ..."

Talking, Chen Feng suddenly couldn't continue, his face became red and hot.

He ... he was sleeping in this standing bed, then ... then Teacher Wang would sleep here in the future.

For no reason, Chen Feng was inexplicably a little ecstatic and secretly sweet. He didn't dare to see Teacher Wang and quickly wiped the dust off the table. He said: "The table in this chapter is very old. I, I used to go to school. , Just do your homework here, "

Chen Feng thought, how did Teacher Wang never think that she was red at the moment, and she did not dare to look at Chen Feng with her head down.

Hearing Chen Feng's words, he quickly said: "This table looks really solid. After that, I can't get it back if I correct it for the students."

"Well, I can clean it for you." Chen Feng was happier in the future. In the future, this house will be filled with the traces of Teacher Wang's life, the bed he slept on, the desk on which he lay, the sofa on which he sat ... Wait, Mr. Chen will use it one by one.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng was even happier.

"This is an old house that my parents used to share. Later, we moved and we left here. This neighborhood is full of old neighborhoods. The people are very nice and the law and order are good. Do n’t be afraid to live here. Familiar with everyone in the future, you will know. "

Teacher Wang listened carefully to what Chen Feng said, and nodded: "Well, thank you Brother Chen, you really ... have helped me a lot, you don't know, this is the best house I have lived in since I came to the capital. My dormitory is better. "

"Just take this as your home, anytime you want to live ..."

Teacher Wang feels warm. She likes it so much. She is small and warm. This is the place where she can really live.

The house was small, and the two were cleaning quickly. Chen Feng asked Mr. Wang to make the bed, and he mopped the floor.

Teacher Wang made the bed, came out and saw Chen Feng holding a mop, his sleeves curled up on the floor of the small living room.

She looked at her eyes, a little moist.

After a while, Chen Feng dragged the ground. Teacher Wang hurried forward and handed his own handkerchief: "Brother Chen, wipe it, your forehead is sweaty,"

Although it is already autumn, the temperature is not low on this day.

Chen Feng looked at him for a moment, and a clean parchment was placed on Mr. Wang's white palm. He swallowed his throat. "I ... I don't need it, I'll just wash my face."

Teacher Wang said, "Well, wipe it. If the sweat doesn't go away, wash it in cold water. Not good."

"Ah ... OK ... listen to you." When Chen Feng took the papa, his fingers crossed Mr. Wang's palm, his heart fluttered a little faster.

He squeezed the parcel and wiped it quickly, but after sweating, he saw a black handprint on the parcel, and he was embarrassed: "It's dirty, I ... I'll go back and buy one for you new?"

Teacher Wang laughed: "No, just wash."

Chen Feng felt embarrassed, "This ... this is all cleaned up, that ... you clean up first, I'll go and find Teacher Sun and tell her."

"Then should I go with you?"

Chen Feng quickly shook his head: "No need, you take a break."

Out of the door, Chen Feng loosened his breath, raised his hand, put it under his nose, and smelled it, as if there was still the fragrance on the handkerchief, Chen Feng blushed, embarrassed with two laughs.