Zhen Cheng sat on the sofa and looked at Feng Ling's living room, feeling that the decoration was quite old-fashioned, the kind that the old man liked, and it was not very suitable for young people like Feng Ling.

Feng Ling ran to the kitchen and poured him a glass of water, then sat on the couch to look at him with interest.

Zhen Cheng felt that she was looking at herself, and nervously picked up the water in the cup and drank it.

In fact, I can't let go of it so much, the American girl is much bolder than her, and she has always been not afraid of being watched, but I don't know why she is so restrained this time.

Maybe it's because of my father's behavior, maybe it's because I saw her under the collar before, and I suddenly made my heart no longer calm.

"You look like a friend of mine." She sighed.

She was comparing her new discovery of him: Liang De in his dream changed into a modern outfit and really had a different flavor.

"Really? There are a lot of people who say that I look like a professor. I never watch Korean dramas, so I don't know what Professor Du is like. Zhen Cheng remembers that many women would say this when they looked at themselves stupidly.

"Who is Professor Du? I searched. Feng Ling said and picked up his phone to check.

When she found it, she blurted out, "Which like?" ”

She raised her head to look at him, then looked at her phone, and commented after repeated comparisons: "He is a fancy ear, a word eyebrow, your ears are hidden just right, and your eyebrows have the taste of Central Plains." Lips ......"

He coughed suddenly, and she was looking at her lips, which made her not know where to hide, and she choked on the water.

"Little brother, drink slowly." She quickly stood up and gently patted him on the back with her hand.

Brother? He glanced up at her, pushed her hand away, and said in a hoarse voice, "No, cough! Cough! I'm fine. ”

When his voice was straightened out, he said unconvinced: "How old are you, call me little brother?" ”

"Of course I'm a lot better than you." She said confidently.

Are you a few hundred years old or 30 years old? His immature appearance is no more than 20 years old, right?

Next, Zhen Cheng couldn't remember what to say for a while.

"Tell us about yourself, what do you do?" The Wind Spirit asked first to break the silence.

"Well, I don't have anything to introduce. I went to the United States in junior high school and stayed until I graduated from college. In addition to studying there, I was studying, and then I interned on Wall Street for two years, and not long after I returned to China, I was also doing an internship in a company. It was the most stammering self-introduction of his life.

Although he stammered, he managed to describe himself as a nerd: reading books in addition to reading.

In fact, he is the most obedient at reading. Going out to play, especially picking up girls, is my forte. It's just that since I can't show a suave aura today, I can only pretend to be a scholar.

Calm, calm. He picked up the cup again and drank it, only to find that it was empty.

"What are you looking for me to do?" Wind Spirit asked. This is the second time he's here, what the hell is he doing here? Are you familiar with him?

However, he was very lucky, except for Ling Feng, Mr. Lin and Peng Hao, who had fled with a dead face, no man in his family could be invited to sit on the sofa in the living room by himself.

"Do you like to go on a yacht? I want to take you on a yacht. The words he had planned to speak became this sudden one.

Maybe if you take her to your own turf, you will feel much more comfortable, and then you won't be talking like you are now.

"Okay." She agreed.

After agreeing, I also felt incredible, did I know him? Familiar with him? Just promised to hang out with him, isn't it dangerous?

Do you really think of him as Liang De?

"Then let's go." He quickly stood up, as if he had accidentally picked up a treasure. ( Emperor Shao marries to: hidden wife, kissing!) Mobile Reading .com )