Fan Yingying came out of the meeting room at lunch time.
"Xiao Feng." She tied her long hair around her head casually, and smiled, "Let's go, sister will take you to dinner."
Seeing Chen Feng stunned in place, Fan Yingying raised her hand and shook it before his eyes, and asked curiously: "What's the matter?"
Chen Feng answered truthfully: "Sister Yingying, you look so beautiful."
"Look at your sweet mouth."
Seeing Fan Yingying's sweet smile, Chen Feng couldn't help chanting a poem.
"There are beautiful women in the north, and they are independent from the world.
Take a look at Qingrencheng, and then look for Qingren country!"
After receiving such compliment, Fan Yingying smiled her eyes into a beautiful crescent shape: "This poem is written by Mrs. Li, how can I deserve such a reputation?"
Chen Feng smiled and said, "Sister Yingying, I can't help but blurt out this poem when I see you."
Think about it.
Chen Feng read another poem.
"Embroidered Lotus smiled, slanting Feibao duck with fragrant cheeks, and the wave of eyes was moved by people to guess."
After reading Shangque, Fan Yingying opened her lips slightly and looked at Chen Feng in surprise.
A pair of moving apricot eyes sparkled, and the two cheeks were slightly flushed, just in response to the scene in the words.
The editorial department happened to be lunch time, and after hearing the poems read by Chen Feng in the corridor, they were suddenly crowded together in gossip, with a meaningful smile.
Chen Feng continued to read:
"On the one hand, there is a deep charm, half a note of spite and hatred, and Yueyihuayingying is back."
Finish reading.
Chen Feng looked at Fan Yingying.
This poem was read by Li Qingzhao in the Song Dynasty, "Huanxisha: Boudoir Love". Fan Yingying and others have never heard of it.
Looking at her smart eyes, Chen Feng said with a smile: "Sister Yingying, the previous poem was indeed written for Mrs. Li, but I gave you the poem just now."
"Wow, so romantic!"
"Who wrote this poem?"
"I can't find it online, maybe he wrote it himself?"
"Little milk dog is good at teasing, but it is a pity that he is after the editor!"
Whispers around the audience.
Fan Yingying was stared at by Chen Feng for dozens of seconds before she recovered.
She glanced at the crowd of onlookers, and listened to the discussion in their mouths, her cheeks were instantly flushed with mature red Fuji.
No matter anyone can hear it, this is a love poem that describes the love between men and women.
It's still a love poem that Chen Feng wrote on the spot, just for her alone.
"Sister Yingying, don't you like this poem I gave you?" Chen Feng asked pretending to be wronged.
Fan Yingying immediately shook her head: "No, I like it, I like it!"
She recalled the words in the words carefully: "It's just that you wrote the words so beautifully, I don't think I deserve such beautiful words and sentences."
"Since I gave you this poem, it means that sister Yingying is worthy of you, and you are 10,000 times more beautiful than the sentence in this word!"
With that, Chen Feng looked at the crowd onlookers and asked loudly, "You said, right?"
"exactly!"
"Editor in chief, you are our magazine, no, you are the number one beauty in Chengdu!"
"It's so romantic, is this the feeling of being loved that involves my knowledge blind spot?"
Hearing the enviable voices coming from around, Fan Yingying's face was like a 17 or 18-year-old girl, and she was embarrassed.
"Ahem."
She coughed and looked at everyone: "Aren't you going to eat? If you are so leisurely, you will be punished to stay and work overtime in the afternoon!"
"Still the kind without salary!"
Although her mouth was angry, her tone was gentle, and when she said it, it seemed to be annoying.
Everyone in the editorial department covered their mouths and chuckled, looking through, walking out of the magazine in groups of two and going out for lunch.
Chen Feng looked at Fan Yingying's blushing and lovely appearance and couldn't help but laughed: "Sister Yingying, you just said that you like the poem I wrote to you. I wrote this poem. Then, simplify it, right? It means you like..."
Pause deliberately.
Fan Yingying did not expect that she would be picked up by a boy seven or eight years younger than herself.
The words last time have made her heart chord, and today's Chen Feng's words make her heart shining even more.
She blushed and pretended not to understand: "Hi, what do you like?"
Chen Feng could stop, and changed the subject and asked: "Do you like Chinese food or Western food?"
He touched his stomach: "Sister Yingying, didn't you just say you want to invite me to dinner? I'm almost starving to death."
Fan Yingying breathed a sigh of relief when Chen Feng stopped continuing the topic.
She smiled and said: "What do you want to eat, I will treat you, just order it!"
Ten minutes later, the two sat in a drunk gathering, talking and laughing to eat.
Fan Yingying smiled and introduced: "Xiao Feng, this braised chicken feet is done well, you can try it."
After speaking, she realized that the pronunciation of "Feng" and "Feng" were somewhat similar, and she couldn't help but blush again.
She secretly glanced at Chen Feng's face, and found that Chen Feng was eating chicken feet, and she didn't hear anything unusual, so she felt relieved.
"Sister Yingying, these chicken feet are really delicious, next time I bring Yueyue and the others to eat here."
Fan Yingying frowned curiously: "Yueyue them?"
Chen Feng nodded: "It's the older sister of the girl you saw last time. She has seven older sisters."
"Oh, that's the case." Fan Yingying nodded, "In this case, I will order two more copies, and you will pack them back for them later."
"Thank you Sister Yingying."
"What are you polite to me? You like it."
Fan Yingying thought for a while and asked: "The last time you said your fiancée called, it should be the Yueyue in your mouth?"
Chen Feng answered truthfully: "She is one of them."
"One of them?" Fan Yingying widened her eyes in surprise.
Chen Feng smiled and said, "The mother-in-law has seven daughters, but she has not said which daughter to marry me. The last time you saw Yaoyao was one of them."
Fan Yingying nodded: "It turns out that it is. Actually, I am not against the ancient polygamy, Xiao Feng, what do you think?"
Chen Feng always felt that there was something in her words.
But with regard to polygamy, if even a woman has no objection, then how can a man have an objection!
The more the better, the more the better.
I'm not afraid that Tiechu will be ground into a needle, but that no one will be grinding Tiechu!
However, on the surface, Chen Feng replied with a respectable gentleman: "Sister Yingying, I am opposed to it. In my life, I just want to seriously treat a girl with a white head, hold her hand, and grow old with her."
Fan Yingying smiled and said: "I don't see it, you are quite dedicated, and I don't know which girl has such good luck in the future who can be loved by you."
Chen Feng ate food: "You can serve many, but you can only love one."
"Ah?" Fan Yingying was stunned, and she just praised Chen Feng for being single-minded. Why did she become a scumbag now?
Chen Feng said this on purpose.
He was afraid that Fan Yingying would really fall in love with herself so much, so he had to work hard to establish the image of a scumbag in front of her to prevent her from being sincere.
"Sister Yingying, what I said is wrong?"