"Qin Feng, I haven't been to your house for a year, it's changed a lot!"

While several people were waiting for the hot pot to boil, Da Liu looked at the furniture in the living room curiously.

Qin Feng is a very contradictory person, on the one hand, he is very conservative about some memories of youth, and will keep a lot of small objects with commemorative significance;

On the one hand, the inner art cell is very radical, and if any idea pops up in his head, he will renovate the layout and decoration of the home according to the inspiration.

This happens about four times a year, at the turn of the seasons.

"This small table is really beautiful, where did you buy it, online shopping or shopping mall, is there a link?"

Qin Feng, who was cooking in the kitchen, replied: "I designed it myself and then found someone to do it, if you like it, I will also design a set for you." ”

"Then it's settled!"

Da Liu is very happy, he and his partner will be engaged at the end of the year.

The family has already made up the down payment for the wedding house, and the decoration and monthly payment are the small couple's own business, and they are more than 4,000 a month, which is very stressful but helpless......

Only by decorating his own house to his liking can he get some worthwhile feelings in addition to the pressure.

On weekdays, the relationship between the colleagues in the evening program group is very good, and Xiao Wang saw that there was still a trace of melancholy in Da Liu's longing eyes, so he knew that he was thinking about getting married.

Now the society is tired of saving up for a down payment to buy a house, paying off a loan for 30 years, marrying a wife and having children, so that many, many boys understand the hardships of life overnight.

From then on, the most free time of the day was to go home from work and sit quietly in the car for a few minutes.

Da Liu chooses to compromise, while Xiao Wang feels panic and uneasiness about this, if possible, he does not want to get married and have children, but the pressure of his parents and a trace of longing and fantasy for love sway his determination.

Xiao Wang sighed, patted Da Liu's shoulder, and said softly: "Everyone is like this, don't have too much pressure." ”

Da Liu cheered up and said with a smile: "No, you have to hurry up...... But if you really want to say that Qin Feng is stronger than us, if you are diligent and can do housework, and have a self-motivated temperament, you will definitely be able to find a good girl. ”

Not thinking about his future life and pressure, Da Liu's eyes were still nailed to Qin Feng's furniture and he couldn't extricate himself.

The more he looked at it, the more he thought it was beautiful.

"I can't see that Qin Feng still knows how to design furniture, what major did you study in college?"

"Signal communication, programming, mechanical design, ......"

Qin Feng spread his hands, holding the soy sauce bottle in one hand and the spatula in the other, it took a lot of math to know how to cook, his cooking skills were very exquisite, and his skills were superb, he poured the soy sauce bottle on the spatula and then sprinkled it out, and began to stir-fry the spoon.

"Actually, I'm a science and engineering man."

Many novelists have a science or medical background, such as Keigo Higashino graduated from Osaka Prefecture University with a degree in electrical engineering, Chekhov studied medicine, Russell was a famous mathematician, and Giordano had a Ph.D. in physics.

And every new young person is familiar with studying medicine and cannot save the Chinese.

Qin Feng used his own personal experience to prove that what major he studied in college has no inevitable relationship with what he will do in the future...... He has just been promoted from a copywriter to a variety show planner.

Da Liu is a scholar of literature, and his girlfriend is an alumnus, but they only came together after graduation.

He lowered his eyebrows and thoughtfully: "Are science students also very good at cooking?" Qin Feng's craftsmanship can be remembered for a year after eating it once. ”

Xiao Wang hurriedly shook his head: "Brag, don't bring me." ”

Zhao Ming also laughed and said: "My family is also my wife's cooking." ”

Qin Feng listened to the small talk in the living room, his brows furrowed even tighter, if he continued like this, the hot pot water would be boiling, and his own meal was almost finished, could it be that Wang Anruo should hide in the closet for a night?

Uncle, you father, hurry up and think of a way!

Can you bear to let your daughter hide in the cupboard for the night?

I don't know about you, but I can't bear it anyway.

Qin Feng winked at Wang Rengui, and pouted, signaling him to hurry up and persuade people to go back.

It's a big deal, I'll eat it tomorrow!

You come tomorrow, I'll empty the seafood market and make a big meal for you.

Wang Rengui frowned and was very embarrassed, the person was brought by himself, the colleagues were all kind, and the things were bought, seeing that he was about to start a meal, could he really drive people away?

But when I thought of An Ruo being discovered, the fact that her daughter was a big star spread in the unit, and there was also the fact that Qin Feng was in love with her daughter......

The most important thing is that a big star is actually hiding in the closet of the small staff bedroom of the TV station, and the career that his daughter loves will be buried?

After thinking about it, Wang Rengui got up, walked around the living room, and pretended to regret: "I heard you say that Xiao Qin's house is more than forty square meters, and I think about it, but the distribution is unreasonable!" The living room is too small, the bedroom is too big, and there is a big balcony ......"

In the end, Wang Rengui pondered for a moment and made a decision: "So many people can't sit down, it's really not okay, let's go eat out?" ”

Da Liu and Xiao Wang were stunned when they heard this, and they looked at each other and didn't know how to answer.

Zhao Ming has been with Director Wang for the longest time, and he was a little confused at this meeting......

What did the director think, wasn't he okay before he came, was it really because Qin Feng's house was too narrow to sit so many people?

When Qin Feng heard this, he quietly gave Uncle Wang a thumbs up, Da Liu unplugged the electricity on the hot pot, and Xiao Wang began to clean up his things.

"I'm changing my clothes."

Qin Feng flashed into the bedroom, locked the door, and then walked to the wardrobe and opened a gap in the wardrobe.

Wang Anruo sat in the closet, curled up with his legs, his two little hands holding his knees, his chin resting on it, and his face was red.

"Uncle Wang has already persuaded people to go back, and we decided to go out to eat and leave in a while. Just hear the door slam and come out. ”

Wang Anruo didn't answer, but his face was still crimson, Qin Feng was still a little puzzled, but when he noticed his underwear hanging in the closet, he looked slightly stunned, and then his cheeks became a little hot.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

He hurriedly put away all the underwear, and didn't bother to fold it, so he simply folded it and stuffed it into the pile of clothes on the other side.

didn't wait for Wang Anruo to speak, and then a not-so-loud grunt came.

There were only two people in the room, and it was quiet, and you could hear the pins dropping.

The wardrobe is only so big, and the wooden structure even echoes, so the grunt is a little noticeable.

Qin Feng's face was full of embarrassment at this time.

Because the scream of the stomach was not made by himself, Wang Anruo covered his stomach, and his little face was red.

However, Wang Anruo is Wang Anruo after all, she has the temperament to say something, although she is shy, she still slowly probes and gets close to Qin Feng's ears.

Probably because they were afraid of being heard by people outside, so the two of them communicated very quietly, after all, the door was not very soundproof, and you could hear the sound inside when you stood outside.

The woman leans close to the man's face, either to kiss or whisper.

Wang Anruo would be really hungry, so he chose the latter.

The voice was soft, soft, brushing through Qin Feng's heart, tickling.

"Qin Feng, I'm hungry."