The opening sign to a mother-in-law of the richest man

Drive back to Greentown.

As night fell, the stars flickered, and a nearly round moon hung in the night sky, casting a hazy light on the world.

With the help of Zhang Da, the uncle of the security guard, Chen Feng returned home carrying four sacks of Chinese medicinal materials.

It stands to reason that at this point, Bella, who works at the Su Qing milk tea shop, should have returned home, but at the moment there is no light in the living room, and the sound of the needle falling can be quietly heard.

Hasn't Bella come back today?

When Chen Feng was about to go to Bella's room to have a look, Zhang Da refused to leave at the door: "Xiao Feng, your house is beautifully decorated. It should cost a lot of money, right?"

"I haven't counted it. My aunt bought this house, and it was completely renovated when I moved in." Chen Feng answered truthfully.

This seems to be an understatement, but in Zhang Da's ears, it seemed as if thousands of sharp knives were directly inserted into his heart.

"Ahem." Zhang Da held his aching chest and nodded pretending not to be envious. "It is better to decorate according to your own style."

Chen Feng showed a harmless smile: "Auntie asked my opinion before the renovation, and I gave some suggestions, so the overall style is still my own design."

Zhang Da nodded: "So it's like this."

He looked at the luxurious plush carpet, high-end furniture and electrical equipment in the living room, and the huge crystal chandelier above his head, his eyes gleaming with admiration.

"Xiao Feng, can I?" Zhang Da took out his phone and shook it at Chen Feng.

"Ok?"

"Can you let me come in and take some photos? I want to send Moments..." Zhang Da immediately changed his words, "I mean, I have a friend who just bought a house, and he asked me to give some advice on decoration. I think you are Yes, can you let me take a few photos and send it to him?"

Chen Feng pretended not to hear what Zhang Da said before, and nodded with a smile: "Uncle Zhang, come in."

"Eh, so good!"

After Zhang Da entered the door, he excitedly took pictures of every corner of the room, from the living room to the kitchen, from the bathroom to the balcony. He kept pressing the shutter button with his fingers, and took hundreds of pictures in just a few minutes.

"This house is so beautiful, so beautiful!"

Zhang Da sighed in admiration, and said with emotion: "If I had the privilege of sleeping in such a house for one night in my life, I would probably die without regret."

As soon as the voice fell, Zhang Da's face suddenly changed, and his originally smiling expression became painful.

His brows were frowned, his hands covered his stomach and he squatted down in pain, his facial features were twisted, and he almost fell to the ground and convulsed.

"Uncle Zhang, are you okay?" Chen Feng was confused by his sudden act.

Facing Chen Feng, Zhang Da curled up and said in pain: "I don't know what's wrong. I suddenly feel a pain in my stomach, ah, it won't work!"

"I'll show you."

Chen Feng squatted down quickly, grabbed one of Zhang Da's arm, and quickly and accurately grasped his pulse.

Soon, the corner of Chen Feng's mouth evoked a clear smile.

Damn, this one is not sick at all, and it is completely pretended to say that the stomach hurts!

Chen Fengxin said that if he hadn't understood medical skills, he would almost be fooled by this old bastard!

However, if you want to say that Da's acting skills are really good, you can act as soon as you talk. The acting skills are much better than many popular young meat actors.

However, since Zhang Da is going to act, Chen Feng doesn't mind to continue acting with him!

"Hmm..." Chen Feng frowned and let out a sigh from the bottom of his throat, "Uncle Zhang, your situation is very dangerous!"

Humph!

Zhang Da was shocked and said that he was just acting in a play. Could it be that the performance is really wrong?

He turned half of his face to look at Chen Feng, and asked anxiously: "Xiao Feng, do you still take the pulse to see a doctor? Then you can tell me, how is my body?"

Chen Feng frowned: "You are definitely not an ordinary stomach pain, but a non-hematological porphyria caused by an increase in visceral capsule tension caused by perforation or rupture of non-abdominal organs."

Chen Feng said a long list, but Zhang Da said he couldn't understand a word.

He only felt that when Chen Feng said this, he was only pretending to be, but now it seems that his stomach is really sick.

"Xiaofeng, I usually treat you well, uncle. I think you used to deliver food to the community without a license, but I let you in. Now that uncle is sick, don't say that there is something and you don't. Hurry up and simply tell me. , What is wrong with me?"

Chen Feng stood up and said with a smile: "Simply put it, Uncle Zhang, you are getting sick soon!"

Zhang Da suddenly blushed.

He acted so realistically, is it possible that Xiao Jiujiu, who wants to eat a meal, was still seen by Chen Feng!

"Uncle Zhang, it's cold on the ground. Get up quickly." Chen Feng smiled and rolled up his sleeves. "You sit and rest on the sofa. I'm going to cook now."

Zhang Da immediately got up from the ground excitedly, and asked in surprise: "Xiao Feng, how did you know that I was thinking of eating rice?"

Chen Feng was ashamed.

The four words "I want to eat rice" are almost written on the face with a marker!

"Hey." Zhang Da said with a smile, touching his stomach, "I helped you carry several sacks. This is physical work. It is inevitable for me to be hungry. Moreover, people in our entire community know that you cook well. Eat, I have always wanted to come to your house to eat!"

Zhang Dayue said more confidently and confidently: "Xiaofeng, you see, the time and the place are right and the people are right now. If you don't ask me to have a meal, wouldn't it be justified?"

Chen Feng was moved by Zhang Da's shameless remarks.

This old bastard obviously has been planning for a long time.

The four sacks of Chinese medicinal materials just now were all carried by Chen Feng alone, and Zhang Dafei wanted to follow.

The beautiful name is to extend a helping hand and give charcoal in the snow, but in reality it is to follow and shout a few words of cheer.

And because there were too many people taking the elevator at this point, Chen Feng carried four more sacks, and was mercilessly turned away by Zhang Da and other residents who were squeezed into the elevator first.

More than ten floors!

He came up by himself.

"Xiaofeng, the fruits here are all edible, right?" Zhang Da turned his back on the subject, already sitting down on the sofa.

Chen Feng smiled and nodded: "Yes, Uncle Zhang, would you like something to drink?"

"What do you have to drink at home?"

"Tea, drinks, milk, and wine are all there."

"Then come for all!" Zhang Da smiled unceremoniously, "I am like this. I don't dare to neglect myself when I go to other people's houses, for fear that they think I don't give them face."

When Zhang Da said this, Chen Feng simply said: "Everything is in the refrigerator, so you can do it yourself."

"Well, my uncle will never be polite to you!"

Zhang Da rolled up his sleeves and had a pattern of preparing to go to work: "Xiao Feng, now you can cook!"