An Feng now has his own martial arts team, and it is not like when he was doing martial arts at the beginning, he took on any work and played everything in person.

Hearing this, Ding Duo's eyes couldn't help but glance back and forth on An Feng's body.

An Feng has always worn only a comfortable sports vest at home with a pair of wide shorts underneath.

The beautiful and neatly arranged muscles dangled in front of Ding Duo intentionally or unintentionally.

An Feng's figure is particularly good, the broad shoulders stretch along the two rib lines in a gorgeous and smooth inverted triangle, and the tanned shoulders and arms have a few looming old scars, which is filled with a bit of rugged masculinity, which is quite attractive.

Ding Duo looked at the light white marks on An Feng's arm and asked, "Then why didn't you change careers?" ”

"I've changed careers, what do I do to make money?"

"Do you know kung fu? You can't starve to death if you are a security guard. ”

An Feng threw another roll of his eyes: "Do you think that I am still like before, one person eats enough and the whole family is not hungry?" I have a large team of people waiting for me to pay my salary, and if I change careers, they will be collectively unemployed. ”

"It's a big deal that you can give one of them more pensions, you have saved money for so many years, and you can still get tens of thousands of dollars per person, right?"

An Feng lowered his eyelids and didn't pick up the stubble, Ding Duo kept looking at An Feng, and after realizing it, he hurriedly explained: "I'm just in a hurry to talk here, I didn't want to ask how much money you have." ”

The two said before they lived together, and they didn't ask each other about the economy.

At the beginning, one person took half of the money for renting, and then the living expenses were paid by whoever caught up.

When An Feng is at home, he will go to the vegetable market to buy it and cook it.

An Feng joined the group, Ding Duo could only eat takeout during the day, and sometimes, An Feng would bring a boxed lunch from the crew to Ding Duo when he had time at noon.

In Ding Duo's view, An Feng is a person who is very good at living, he can drink the leftover porridge in the morning and drink it directly as water when it is heated at noon, or he can save the water to wash his face and hands and use it to flush the toilet.

In addition to these, An Feng was most satisfied with Ding Duo because he didn't seem to have much interest in her body.

"The private lives of the people in the crew seem to be quite chaotic, what about you?"

"I don't talk nonsense with people in the circle, you haven't known for so long?"

Ding Duo didn't dare to look at An Feng's slanted eyes when it was revealed to be inquiring in private, but this was a good thing anyway, because she was not interested in bed activities.

"And what if someone hooks up with you?"

"Just let them get out!"

Ding Duo suddenly felt that An Feng was still quite domineering.

"How is the person who flirted with you?"

"You don't think my job is glamorous, do you?" An Feng asked suddenly, without waiting for Ding Duo to answer, he continued: "When I first entered the group, I was a low-level martial artist, and what I paid was hard work and physical strength. In addition to the group performance, we are the lowest in the whole group. ”

"The only thing I'm glad about is that I've always been very concerned about safety, and without strict protective measures, I'd rather not join the group than take on the show. Otherwise, I would have gone to the hospital with my brothers and sisters to care for the elderly. ”

This is the first time since the two have been dating that An Feng has said so many things about work.

Ding Duo listened to the complicated mood, but he was not good at comforting people, so he could only change the topic bluntly.

After that day, for a long time, Ding Duo did not deliberately inquire about An Feng's work.