Fan Yingying came out of the conference room, and it was lunch time.

"Kaede-chan. She casually tied her long hair back and smiled, "Let's go, sister will take you to dinner." ”

Seeing Chen Feng stunned in place, Fan Yingying raised her hand and shook it in front of his eyes, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Chen Feng replied truthfully: "Sister Yingying, you are so good-looking." ”

"Look at your sweet mouth. ”

Seeing Fan Yingying smiling sweetly, Chen Feng couldn't help but chant a poem.

"There are beautiful women in the north, who are left behind and independent.

One look at the city, and then the country!"

After receiving such a compliment, Fan Yingying smiled so much that her eyes were bent into a beautiful crescent shape: "This poem is written about Mrs. Li, where can I deserve such a reputation?"

Chen Feng smiled: "Sister Yingying, when I saw you, I couldn't help but blurt out this poem." ”

I thought about it.

Chen Feng read another poem out of his mouth.

The embroidered face Hibiscus smiled, the oblique flying duck lined the cheeks, and the eye waves were guessed. ”

Reading Shangque, Fan Yingying's lips opened slightly, and she looked at Chen Feng in surprise.

A pair of moving almond eyes sparkled with water, and the cheeks in both places were slightly flushed, which just corresponded to the scene in the words.

It was lunch time in the editorial department, and when I heard Chen Feng's poem in the corridor, I immediately gossiped together, and my smile was meaningful.

Chen Feng continued:

"On the one hand, the style is deep and rhymed, the half-note is coquettish and hateful, and the moon moves and the shadow of the flower returns. ”

Read it out.

Chen Feng looked at Fan Yingying.

This poem is read from Li Qingzhao's "Huanxi Sha Boudoir Love" in the Song Dynasty, and Fan Yingying and others have never heard of it.

Looking at her smart eyes, Chen Feng said with a smile: "Sister Yingying, the previous poem was indeed written for Mrs. Li, but the one just now, I gave it to you alone. ”

"Wow, that's so romantic!"

"Who wrote this poem?"

"I can't find it on the Internet, so I can't think he wrote it himself, right?"

"The little milk dog is just good at flirting, but it's a pity that he has a crush on the editor-in-chief!"

The crowd whispered.

Fan Yingying was stared at by Chen Feng for dozens of seconds before she came back to her senses.

She glanced at the crowd of onlookers, and listened to their discussions, and her cheeks suddenly flushed as if they were ripe red Fuji.

Anyone can hear it, this is a love poem about the love between men and women.

is still a love poem that Chen Feng wrote on the spot and gave her alone.

"Sister Yingying, don't you like this song I gave you?" asked Chen Feng pretending to be aggrieved.

Fan Yingying immediately shook her head: "No, I like it, I like it!"

She carefully recalled the sentence in the words: "It's just that your poem is so beautiful, I don't think I deserve such beautiful words." ”

"Since I gave you this poem, it means that you are worthy of Sister Yingying, and you yourself are ten thousand times more beautiful than the sentences in this word!"

As he spoke, Chen Feng looked at the onlookers and asked loudly, "You say, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Editor-in-chief, you are our magazine, no, you are the number one beauty in Rongcheng!"

"It's so romantic, is this what it's like to be loved when it comes to my blind spots?"

Hearing the envious voices around her, Fan Yingying's face showed the shyness of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

"Ahem. ”

She coughed and looked at everyone: "Don't you all go to dinner? If you are so leisurely, you will be punished to stay and work overtime in the afternoon!"

"It's still the unpaid kind!"

Although she said angry words, her tone was already gentle, and when she said it, it seemed like a coquettish.

Everyone in the editorial department covered their mouths and chuckled, looking like they had seen through, and walked out of the magazine office in groups of three or two and went out for lunch.

Chen Feng looked at Fan Yingying's cute appearance with an unfading flush, and couldn't help but laugh: "Sister Yingying, you just said that you like the poem I wrote to you, and this poem was written by me, then, simplified, does it mean that you like ......?"

Intentional pauses.

Fan Yingying didn't expect that she would be picked up by a boy who was seven or eight years younger than herself.

The last time the poem had already made her heartstrings move, and today's Chen Feng's poem made her heart ripple even more.

She blushed and pretended not to understand: "Hey, what do you like?"

Chen Feng stopped at the right time, changed the topic and asked, "Do you like Chinese or Western food?"

He touched his stomach: "Sister Yingying, didn't you just say that you wanted to invite me to dinner, I'm dying of hunger." ”

Seeing that Chen Feng no longer continued the topic just now, Fan Yingying breathed a sigh of relief.

She smiled and said, "Whatever you want to eat, I'll treat you, order whatever you want!"

Ten minutes later, the two sat in a drunken gathering and ate with laughter.

Fan Yingying introduced with a smile: "Xiao Feng, this family's braised phoenix feet are well done, you can taste it." ”

After speaking, she realized that the pronunciation of "phoenix" and "maple" was somewhat similar, and she couldn't help but blush again.

She secretly went to look at Chen Feng's face and found that Chen Feng was eating chicken feet and didn't hear anything unusual, so she was relieved.

"Sister Yingying, this phoenix claw is really delicious, next time I will bring Yueyue and them here to eat. ”

Fan Yingying frowned curiously: "Yueyue them?"

Chen Feng nodded: "It's the sister of the girl you saw last time, she has seven sisters." ”

"Oh, that's right. Fan Yingying nodded, "In this case, I'll go and order two more copies, and let you pack them and bring them back to them later." ”

"Thank you, Sister Yingying. ”

"What's polite to me? ”

Fan Yingying thought for a while and asked, "The last time you said that your fiancée at home called, it should be the Yueyue in your mouth, right?"

Chen Feng replied truthfully: "She is one of them." ”

"One of them?" Fan Yingying's eyes widened in disbelief.

Chen Feng said with a smile: "My mother-in-law has seven daughters, but she hasn't said which daughter she will marry me, and Yaoyao you saw last time is also one of them." ”

Fan Yingying nodded: "So that's the case, in fact, I don't object to polygamy in ancient times, Xiaofeng, what do you think?"

Chen Feng always felt that she had something in her words.

But when it comes to polygamy, if even women don't have an opinion, how can a man have an opinion!

The more the merrier, the more the merrier.

I'm not afraid that the iron pestle will be sharpened into a needle, but I'm afraid that the iron pestle will not be sharpened!

However, on the surface, Chen Feng still replied with a gentlemanly look: "Sister Yingying, I am against it, in my life, I just want to be serious about a girl, with a person with a white head, holding the hand of the son, and growing old with the son." ”

Fan Yingying smiled: "I can't see it, you are quite single-minded, and I don't know which girl will have such good luck in the future to be loved by you." ”

Chen Feng gulped down the food: "You can serve a lot, but you can only love one." ”

"Huh?" Fan Yingying was stunned, she just praised Chen Feng for being single-minded, why did she become a scumbag at this moment?

Chen Feng said this, in fact, on purpose.

He was afraid that Fan Yingying would really fall in love with him like this, so he had to work hard to establish an image of a scumbag in front of her to prevent her from really giving her sincerity.

"Sister Yingying, what I said is not right?"