"yes, I still haven't figured it out. ”

"You're a businessman. My hotel is not based on Fan's Restaurant, but there are a few words directly under Fan's in the brand, but I am still the only one who has the right to belong. I have to advertise. ”

"Advertise?"

"That's right. Do you remember what happened in Anding County five months ago?"

Five months ago?

It was the day when Shen Rong disappeared and Yun Zhi didn't know where to go. Shen Yigang wanted to say, but suddenly felt that it seemed a little mismatched, and then shook his head.

"Five months ago, I was still busy with the last project, and I didn't know what was going on in Anding County. Do you remember what happened at the beginning?"

"Of course I do. Five months ago, there was an earthquake in Anding. ”

It's a new weekend, and the sun is shining, so it's a great time to go out.

Heng Zhi's injuries were so good that she began to take the initiative to bring out the greasy chicken soup and pour it into her.

Before, it was a little oil star that was not allowed to be stained, but now it is soaked in chicken soup and duck soup every day, and there are pigeon eggs to eat, pigeon eggs are much more fishy than eggs, Heng Zhi smells that smell and wants to cover her nose and hide away.

But no matter where she hid, even if it was the attic that she hadn't been up to for N years, as soon as the door opened, Chengfeng would still stand at the door with the bowl of pigeon egg soup and wait for her with a smile.

The scene of "waiting for the rabbit" is staged at home every day.

"Heng Zhi, what do you want to eat for breakfast?"

On Saturday, Cheng Feng, who did not go to work, knocked on the door of Heng Zhi's room at seven o'clock on time. On weekdays, Heng Zhi will get up to make an early for Chengfeng to let Chengfeng rush to work, and when Chengfeng does not go to work on weekends, Chengfeng will be very punctual to repay Heng Zhi early.

It's just that at this point in time, the normal pinch is still weekday time.

After eating breakfast, Heng Zhi will definitely be taken out for a walk by Chengfeng, saying: "Breathe more fresh air."

"As long as there is no pigeon egg soup, you can eat anything. Heng Zhi grabbed the pillow and covered her face, her voice muffled.

"Well, I'll consider this suggestion, why don't you have some green vegetable porridge, lighter. I can also give you a fried egg, soft-hearted. Cheng Feng's playful voice came from outside the door.

Soft-hearted fried eggs!

As soon as she heard these words, Heng Zhi immediately decided to raise her hand and surrender, there are three unique ways to cook - American burger, Chinese stewed pork knuckle, and fried eggs!

Normal people fry soft-boiled eggs, and if there is no level, either the fried ones are out of juice, or they are not ripe at all, and Chengfeng can master the heat very well every time.

What's more, the eggs he fried seemed to have more yolks than normal eggs, which made people eat high at once every time!

Just fried eggs at the Chengfeng brand, which is not good if you don't get up early.

"Then I'll go downstairs and wait for you. You get dressed and go wash up, and after eating, let's go out for a walk and buy some food for lunch. ”

Cheng Feng outside the door heard the movement in the room and knew that Heng Zhi, a lazy worm, had already begun to get up and clean himself up, so he gave a word of advice at the door and left immediately.

"Jingle Bell"

As soon as he walked to the staircase, Cheng Feng only felt a vibration in his pocket, and then the phone rang.

An unfamiliar number with no caller ID address displayed.

Chengfeng's mobile phone is specially made, and if there is an incoming call, it can show the other party's IP address, and if necessary, Chengfeng will take the IP address to check it to know the identity of the other party. But this number is not, and this situation has been encountered twice.

Once it was a call from the consulate, it became a matter of the passage of the immigration application.

The other time was Wen Jing's call, that guy's secrecy work is comparable to that of the consulate. It's a shame not to do the FBI.

"Hello?"

"It's been a long time, so you live here now, and it looks pretty good from the outside. Did you design the style yourself?"

Cheng Feng's footsteps froze, and his voice suddenly became cold: "Wen Jing, where are you!"

The voice couldn't be suppressed, Heng Zhi in the room vaguely heard a sound, and couldn't help but move to the door, and put her ear on it - she seemed to hear Cheng Feng arguing with someone?

It's really the sun coming out of the west, and she hasn't seen Cheng Feng blushing with anyone. It's rare to have a big drama staged at the door today, how can you not listen eavesdroppingly!

"How did you find us?" Cheng Feng's voice could feel a thick anger through the door.

Heng Zhi was stunned when she heard this.

She never seemed to have seen a rage.

Cheng Feng has always been like a glass of boiled water, and he can't tell whether he is happy or angry, but occasionally he can feel a faint change in mood from his tone.

However, the question through the door made Heng Zhi immediately destroy her concept of Chengfeng, and the one who could burst out with such an angry and forbearant voice must be a person with extremely rich feelings.

Which side of that is the trend?

Chengfeng, how many of you are incomprehensible to people?

The voice at the door gradually became quieter, I don't know if Cheng Feng deliberately suppressed it, or what. In short, Heng Zhi heard the sentence "wait at the door" and then lost her voice. But looking from the window, I didn't see Chengfeng going out.

Heng Zhi pondered for a while, sped up the speed of cleaning up, and planned to go out and have a look soon.

On the bedside table was the leftover honey water from last night, Heng Zhi drank it in one go, put on her underwear, and ran out with a thick nightgown casually put on it.

Waiting at the door.

This sentence should mean the doorstep, right?

Chengfeng quarrels with people at the door of his house?

Heng Zhi ran down excitedly, and was about to go to see a lively scene, but he didn't expect to bump into a person head-on-

"Why are you running so fast, still wearing a nightgown, be careful of slipping. A gentle male voice sounded overhead.

"Old, become a wind?" Heng Zhi was dumbfounded. Cheng Feng was neatly dressed at the moment, staring at himself with a flat face, and holding the little Dutch pig she gave in his hand, Cheng Feng had a kind face. The little Dutch pig enjoyed his face.

Whatsama situation!

Didn't you say "wait at the door" two minutes ago, and it's already over before you see the quarrel happening?

"You—You're not ......"

Heng Zhi almost stuttered.

"How am I?" Cheng Feng's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Heng Zhi playfully.

"No, no, no. Heng Zhi shook her head violently: "It's nothing, I know you're going to feed our piglets, I'm just very pleased." You're a pig dad. ”

"That's not necessary, it's like some people, after they take it back, they will leave it behind, where is the consciousness of being a pig mother. Now I feed Ann Piggy three meals a day, and I wash the bath, you see, I am no longer close to you. ”

Chengfeng smiled.

Heng Zhi had three black lines on top of her head, and she seemed to have really forgotten about this Dutch pig.