Feng Cheng's heart moved slightly, and the gaze that looked at her became deep in vain.

"You... What do you mean?" he said tentatively.

Su Tingbai blinked, his tone was innocent, but there was no obvious teasing in his eyes, and he quipped: "Brother Cheng, didn't you say that you are my annuity thigh, then in return, I can always be your fake girlfriend, so that we don't lose anything, and we both help each other solve troubles, what do you think?"

Feng Cheng opened his mouth in surprise, he didn't know whether to say that he taught well or that Su Tingbai had a high understanding, he couldn't tell for a while that the smile in Su Tingbai's eyes was true when he said this.

He was slightly stunned, and was just about to speak, but he heard Ms. Shu's voice sound.

"Listen to Bai, Xiao Cheng, it's time to eat!"

Su Tingbai squeezed his eyes at him, turned around and entered the restaurant.

*

The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was lively and warm, no one felt uncomfortable because there were two more people in the family who officially met today, everyone was like a real big family, the atmosphere at the dinner table was harmonious and harmonious, and laughter continued.

The bowl in front of Su Tingbai was piled up, half from Ms. Shu, who "loves her daughter", and half from her future sister-in-law, Lin Roushu. The seats of Chu Yi and Feng Yunlang were also next to each other, and the two of them shared a crab together, Feng Yunlang was accidentally caught in the tongue by the crab claws, and he inhaled "hiss", making everyone laugh.

However, Feng Cheng was a little absent-minded, he skillfully helped Su Tingbai peel the shrimp while glancing at her from time to time, and his mind was always turning the previous scene.

What did Su Tingbai mean by that? Is it really just a suggestion or a hint......

Judging from his experience in the past few days of assault, Su Tingbai's behavior and words are properly flirting with him! It's a pity that Su Tingbai is not a human, and his brain circuits have always been relatively strange, Feng Cheng can't figure out what she's thinking, and he doesn't seem to be able to look at her with conventional routines.

Feng Cheng glanced at Su Tingbai again and again, and his heart was about to become a twist.

He pondered and pondered, and his toes unintentionally moved, and he actually touched Su Tingbai's feet sitting on his right side, and suddenly felt that this action was not very polite, so he immediately took it back.

But in the next second, Feng Cheng felt that the side of his shoe was lightly bumped.

The movement in his hand paused for a second, his eyes widened slightly in surprise, and he turned his head to look at Su Tingbai.

Su Tingbai retracted his feet without changing his color, looked away and pointed to the dishes on the table and praised: "Auntie, this sauce pork knuckle made by your chef is really delicious, fat but not greasy, and the meat is tender," he said and gave a thumbs up, "Especially the sauce poured on it, the finishing touch, the aftertaste is endless, absolutely amazing!"

Ms. Shu and Lin Roushu invariably glanced at Feng's father when they heard this, and Su Tingbai followed without knowing why, and saw that Feng's father, who had been expressionless, suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, and the smile flashed on his face, and soon returned to that serious appearance.

Seeing Su Tingbai's confused face, Lin Roushu explained with a smile: "Tingbai, you have a good taste today, this sauce is our father's unique secret recipe, and he only makes it once a year." Especially this sauce pork knuckle, it is said that our father used this dish to capture our mother's heart!"

There is really a story of this kind of gourmet beauty?! Su Tingbai stared at Bai Suddenly in surprise, and couldn't help but admire: "It turns out that there is such a story behind the dishes, uncle is really amazing!"

Ms. Shu's face flushed slightly, perhaps really happy, but suddenly she became interested and began to tell their old stories at the dinner table.

Feng Cheng saw that everyone else didn't pay attention to his side, and kept secretly giving Su Tingbai a look to get her attention, but she didn't seem to pay attention at all. So he turned his mind around, slowly leaned his foot in the direction of Su Tingbai, and then lightly touched the side of her shoe, not moving.

Su Tingbai naturally felt it, her hand holding the chopsticks tightened slightly, her cheeks were slightly red, but she didn't withdraw her feet.

There was laughter and laughter at the dining table, but the feet of the two people under the table were secretly and ambiguously leaning together.

Now this situation has to make Feng Cheng think more.

Pretending to be his girlfriend doesn't need to be to this point, so Su Tingbai's actions can only explain one point.

When he thought of that possibility, his heart trembled, and he almost didn't stabilize it and let the chopsticks in his hand fall to the ground.

At this time, Wonton, who was quietly poking his little head out of the pocket of Su Tingbai's coat, saw this scene under the dining table, and was stunned at first, and then stroked his forehead helplessly.

The dog food for the New Year is not allowed to live!

*

After eating, Su Tingbai was directly dragged by Ms. Shu to the master bedroom on the second floor to read the family photo album, and Feng Cheng was also called to the study by Feng's father, and there was no time to ask her what was going on before.

It wasn't until the Spring Festival Gala began that Feng Cheng slowly moved to Su Tingbai's side, next to her, and whispered in her ear: "Senior sister, when you had dinner before, ......" He paused, carefully observing the changes in her expression.

Su Tingbai stared at the screen with white eyes, and whispered through the cover of the apple slice, "Huh, what's wrong?"

"You—" Feng Cheng's voice was lowered, almost speaking in an angry voice, "Why did you take the initiative to touch my feet?"

When Su heard Bai's words, his back froze suddenly, and a series of big question marks popped up in his mind.

Wait, didn't Feng Chengxian take the initiative to touch her? Why did he say that he took the initiative???

She just thought that since Feng Cheng was so active, it seemed too hypocritical for her to be passive again, so she gave him a little response, but why did Feng Cheng think that she took the initiative first?

No, He Qian said that girls can't be too active!

Su Tingbai was confused for a moment, and the thoughts in his mind flew back and forth, and there was only this one sentence left, so he subconsciously denied it: "What feet? I didn't touch your feet?"

This time, he was stunned.

If it wasn't Su Tingbai's foot that he touched, who was it???

*

Small theater.

Many years later.

Feng Cheng looked at his son, who was about to be tall, and took a sip of tea, "You can't be impatient when chasing people, and you can't be too Buddhist, you must grasp the degree in between." ”

"Then how did you catch up with my mother?"

"Well..."Feng Cheng smiled mysteriously, "Feel her temperament, touch her hair, occasionally take the initiative to tease her, and then wait for her to respond, she responds and then proceeds to the next step......."

"Is that okay? Then you didn't miss a chase after my mother?"

Feng Cheng's mind flashed a Chinese New Year's Eve Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and the hand holding the tea cup stiffened, "Cough... Mistakes are inevitable. ”

"Forget it, I'll go to someone else and see how they do it. ”

"Hey!" Feng Cheng hurriedly got up, but saw that the person who was still here just now was gone, frowned and "tsk", sat back on the big leather chair, took out a thick booklet in the drawer and opened it, and it was not difficult to distinguish the smug feeling in his tone, "Stinky boy, don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you." ”

On the cover of the booklet, there is a line of big letters: Feng Cheng chased his wife's diary.