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

"Go to your uncle!" Zhang Da could not help but blush when he heard this, and snorted coldly,'"Don't look at my age, but my ability in that aspect is very strong. Where is the kidney and yang? "

Chen Feng chuckled: "Uncle Zhang, I remember you said that you only love Xiao Dan in your life, and you have never eaten meat, and you still protect her as a jade!"

"Cough cough, this..." Zhang Da coughed and raised his eyebrows, "Everyone is a man, who knows everything. It's normal to open meat occasionally, right?"

Chen Feng said solemnly: "If you open the meat, you can open the meat, but don't pull me up, I'm just a pure little boy like white paper!"

"Don't pretend to me!"

Zhang Da obviously doesn't eat this set.

He drank a sip of wine, a bit drunk and dim: "If I had such good conditions as you back then, let alone a western food, I would definitely travel all over the world, wherever I went to sleep, so that it would not be in vain. !"

"Uncle Zhang, you drank too much."

"It is true that I drank a lot, and people started talking nonsense."

Zhang Da lowered his head, rubbed the side of the bowl with his chopsticks, and said dullly: "I am a person who graduated from elementary school, has no culture, and can't speak good words. To me, Xiao Dan is like this heaven. The moon is elusive. She has been hanging in the sky all her life, so beautiful."

Hearing what Zhang Da said, Chen Feng couldn't help but remember a passage that Zhang Ailing had said.

This old man must have never read this before, so he can just take it out and pretend it!

"Uncle Zhang, I think that this man will have at least two such women in his life. After marrying a red rose, over time, the red one becomes a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one is still in the moonlight at the window; married The white rose is a rice particle sticking to the clothes, but the red one is a cinnabar mole on the heart."

Zhang Da waved his hand again and again: "Smelly boy, I've talked a lot, I don't understand."

Chen Feng explained with a smile: "Simply put this paragraph, the best is what you can't get!"

"What you can't get is the best..."

"What you can't get is the best..."

Zhang Da squinted his eyes and repeated Chen Feng's words in a murmur. Then he slapped the table abruptly and stood up: "Xiao Feng, I think you are right. What you can't get is the best. !"

"So you decided to give up pursuing Xiaodan?"

Chen Feng smiled and suggested: "Uncle Zhang, in fact, you are not too old at your age. It's good to go to the park and dance the square dance every day for a twilight romance."

Zhang Da's eyes were round and his hands clenched into fists. He looked at Chen Feng and said firmly, "Xiao Feng, I think what you said is too right, I will do what you say now!"

"Go to the square to find your wife now?"

Chen Fengxin said that the uncle is still your uncle, should this work efficiency be so high?

"Do not!"

Zhang Da shook his head at this moment and said vigorously: "I have decided, I will not chase Xiaodan anymore, I am going to chase Xiaodan's daughter!"

Chen Feng: "..."

"Xiaodan's daughter is in high school. I decided to go to her daughter's school to apply as a security guard, and get a month from the water. Besides, don't all the little girls now like uncles? I think I definitely have the hope to catch up with her daughter!

After speaking, Zhang Da rushed out the door excitedly, no matter what Chen Feng called, he didn't look back.

Chen Feng couldn't help but curl his lips.

Your uncle, awesome!

If he couldn't catch up with Xiao Dan, he would chase Xiao Dan's daughter. If he couldn't say a word to his wife, he would call his mother-in-law. It is estimated that only Zhang Da could do this.

Chen Feng got up and was about to close the door.

"Xiaofeng!" Fan Yingying exclaimed joyfully, who had just returned from get off work.

"Sister Yingying." Chen Feng greeted enthusiastically and found that Fan Yingying, who was wearing a slim suit, had a special charm.

"Are you free now? I haven't seen you for a while. I miss you. Come to my house and sit down." Fan Yingying invited.

"Good!" Chen Feng agreed without hesitation.

Fan Yingying opened the door.

There was an air-conditioning in the huge house.

Although it is not winter, there is still a bit of coldness in the house.

"Is Mr. Fan away today?" Chen Feng looked curiously.

In the past, if Mr. Fan was at home, he would have brought out a collection of poems to discuss with Chen Feng when he saw Chen Feng.

Fan Yingying put down her bag, took off her suit jacket, and replied with a smile: "My dad has gone to the countryside these few days. It will take a while to come back."

She rubbed her red hands, and said, "My brother goes to school and is not at home. This house is deserted."

Fan Yingying picked up the kettle on the table: "Xiao Feng, are you cold? If you feel cold, I will turn on the air conditioner."

"It's not cold, I just finished my meal and drank some wine, my whole body is warm."

Chen Feng stepped forward and grabbed Fan Yingying's hand.

Her hands are small, soft and boneless, and Chen Feng can grab both of her hands with just one hand.

He took the kettle and put it aside, then grabbed Fan Yingying's hand to his mouth and began to exhale gently.

Fan Yingying's hands were very cold, and her five fingers were just like the ones just fished out of the ice cellar.

"Xiao Feng..."

Fan Yingying obviously didn't expect Chen Feng to make such a move suddenly, and she withdrew her hand subconsciously.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Sister Yingying, don't move, I'll warm your hands."

"Okay..." Fan Yingying no longer refused, letting Chen Feng hold her hand and breathe out her.

A pretty little face is getting redder.

Slowly, she did feel that her cold hands, which had already lost consciousness, slowly warmed up under the warming of Chen Feng.

"Sister Yingying. Do you feel warmer now?"

"Yeah." Fan Yingying nodded shyly.

Chen Feng tucked her two hands into her coat at the same time, grabbed her and said, "Sister Yingying, follow me."

Fan Yingying obediently followed Chen Feng to the sofa and sit down: "Xiao Feng, what are you doing?"

Chen Feng stared at Fan Yingying's face for two seconds, then smiled: "Sister Yingying, you belong to the physique of Yi Han, and your hands and feet must be cold. Come on, take off your shoes and I will warm you up. Warm your feet."

When Fan Yingying heard this, her face was flushed like a red Fuji apple.

"Xiao Feng, no need." She retracted her feet subconsciously, and put her feet together tightly.

Chen Feng showed a harmless smile: "Sister Yingying, I am your brother, so you don't have to be embarrassed with me. Be obedient, let me warm your feet!"

Fan Yingying nodded softly when she saw that Chen Feng was really not enthusiastic to refuse.

She was about to bend down to go to slippers, Chen Feng had already squatted on her feet first, touching her white and slender ankles with both hands!