Shengshi Yipin, Feng Qiqiang's villa.

The housekeeper Lao Zhang looked at Feng Qiqiang's murderous eyes, and chose to dodge with a direct touch, and by the way, he took a bite of rice in the bowl to cover up the messiness in his heart.

"Old Feng, madam, she ......"

"Wang Lin, he ......"

The housekeeper Lao Zhang thought about it for a long time, and he didn't know how to speak.

And Feng Qiqiang originally had some mixed feelings in his heart here, and he was so distracted by Lao Zhang, and he felt that a green field was about to appear above his head.

"If you have something to say, just fart."

"How can someone of this age not even say a complete sentence?"

Listening to Feng Qiqiang's trembling voice and looking at the eyes that were about to kill, the housekeeper Lao Zhang choked back with mouthfuls of rice when he brought the words to his mouth.

And Lao Zhang didn't speak, Feng Qiqiang had no one to vent to, and his heart seemed to be blocked with a ball of cotton.

Fortunately, Feng Qiqiang is also a big man, and after some self-regulation and some rational judgment of reality, he can be regarded as calming down.

Looking at the housekeeper Lao Zhang's look of wanting to speak and stopping, Feng Qiqiang coughed lightly and said.

"Lao Zhang, is the food you cooked today salty?"

Hearing Feng Qiqiang's question, the housekeeper Lao Zhang was about to open his mouth to refute, he had cooked in Feng's house for so many years, and he had never salted it once.

But after seeing Feng Qiqiang's eyes, he lowered his head silently, then took another bite of rice and nodded.

"Lao Zhang, what do I ask you?"

"Why don't you speak?"

"I ......"

The housekeeper Lao Zhang, after saying a word, closed his mouth again.

This made Feng Qiqiang angry, so he simply stopped talking and began to pick up the food vigorously.

After this meal, it can be said that Feng Qiqiang has eaten the most and has the least image since he has eaten for so many years.

Time passed little by little, and the table had been cleaned up by the housekeeper Lao Zhang.

Usually, at this time, it should be the housekeeper Lao Zhang and Feng Qiqiang sitting on the sofa competing to watch TV, but when Feng Qiqiang sat down, he didn't see the housekeeper Lao Zhang coming over for a long time.

This made Feng Qiqiang a little unaccustomed, after all, although this Lao Zhang was the housekeeper of their family, they had been together for more than 30 years, and there was no boundary between master and servant between them, more like old friends for many years.

Time passed little by little, Feng Qiqiang turned on the TV, his eyes seemed to be on the screen, but there was no picture on the screen in his mind, but all kinds of pictures in his daughter-in-law's room upstairs.

As time passed, Feng Qiqiang finally couldn't sit still, his eyes kept looking at the location of the stairs, but no one came down.

Feng Qiqiang suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, got up and was about to go upstairs, but just walked to the stairs, but heard the sound of Wang Lin and his daughter-in-law talking, and the whole person also returned to the sofa at a very fast speed.

Wang Lin and Feng Qiqiang's daughter-in-law came to the sofa with a smile and a smile all the way.

"Xiao Wang, you sit with your brother Feng first, and my sister-in-law won't accompany you if she has something to do."

"Sister-in-law, you can just be busy if you have something, don't worry about me."

"Hmmm! Just treat this place as if it were your own home, don't be polite! ”

"Old Feng, what are you doing sitting stupidly?"

"Why don't you hurry up and wash a fruit for Xiao Wang and make a pot of tea."

"I ...... I wash the fruit for him? Tea? ”

Feng Qiqiang stared at his daughter-in-law in disbelief and asked.

"It's not tea."

After Feng Qiqiang heard this, he said: "It's almost ......"

But before he could finish speaking, his daughter-in-law took a sentence that almost made him angry on the spot.

"It's good tea."

"Don't hold on, hurry."

"If I come back and find that you didn't take good care of Xiao Wang, see how I clean you up."

After Feng Qiqiang's daughter-in-law finished speaking, she gave Wang Lin a smiling expression, then turned around and strode away.

After the housekeeper Lao Zhang saw it, he also hurriedly stepped forward to open the door for her.

"This ...... This ......"

In the living room, Feng Qiqiang stood there a little messily, looking at the back of his daughter-in-law leaving, he would think of what she had just said, which made him feel like he was dreaming, everything seemed so unreal.

But when he saw Wang Lin on the side, he directly pulled him to reality and let him know that everything that happened just now was true.

"Wang Lin, you ......"

"I'll make you tea."

Feng Qiqiang's words came to his mouth and swallowed again.

And Wang Lin didn't know Feng Qiqiang's inner activities at the moment, in Wang Lin's opinion, he was just following a patient.

No, it can't be considered a patient.

After all, she was not sick, Wang Lin went upstairs with her, but the other party invited him to go.

And they only talked about some things upstairs about the beauty pill.

Feng Qiqiang is worthy of being an old fox, and he has already adjusted his mentality when he makes tea and boils water.

I saw him seriously fiddling with the tea set in his hand, and every step seemed orderly.

Soon Feng Qiqiang poured two cups of tea, picked up one himself, and motioned for Wang Lin to pick up another cup.

He put the tea to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, then took a gentle sip before drinking a cup of tea.

And Wang Lin is not as particular as him here, he picked up the teacup that was still a little hot, put it to his mouth, and drank it directly.

"This teacup is too small, is there a bigger one, how long will it take to drink like this to quench your thirst?"

As soon as Wang Lin said this, he almost made Feng Qiqiang throw away the teacup in his hand, but he soon calmed down, and then poured himself a cup first, and then poured another cup for Wang Lin.

"This tea is to be tasted slowly in order to drink the aroma of this tea."

"You're right, so I don't usually drink tea."

After Wang Lin drank the tea again, he continued: "It's a waste of time. ”

Feng Qiqiang watched Wang Lin waste the good tea that he was usually reluctant to drink, not to mention how distressed he was.

But what could he do?

What he can't do.

Whether it was what he wanted to ask Wang Lin about next, or what his daughter-in-law said before going out, he couldn't let him do anything to Wang Lin.

He could only slowly sip the tea in his hand, hoping that time could pass faster.

This is also the first time that he feels that time has passed slowly since he got older, and it is also a kind of torment.

But fortunately, I ate what I should eat, and I drank what I should drink.

This person is so "warmly" entertained, and Wang Lin can't go too far.

"Old Feng, you didn't come to me just to invite me to dinner, right?"

Faced with Wang Lin's sudden and straightforward questioning, Feng Qiqiang was also a little confused for a while.

"If you have anything to say, just say it!"

Seeing that Wang Lin was so straightforward, Feng Qiqiang turned around again, and it seemed that he was twisted, so he put down the teacup in his hand and cleared his throat.