What celebrity wives hate is my vest and not me

Chapter 135
The next day, when the sun jumped out of the coastline again, Qin Feng read the last news about himself at the table.

He rubbed the corners of his sore eyes and looked out the window, the sky had already turned white.

This reminded him of the experience of staying up late during the holidays when he was still in school. He had something to do the next day, but he forgot the time while playing with his mobile phone. He saw the fish belly outside the window in a trance and realized that he had no room to sleep. .

"Not everyone can see Guanhai City at four o'clock." Qin Feng joked to himself with a wry smile: "Especially on Saturday morning."

He put the finished documents back into his file bag and stretched himself.

I don't have time to lie down for a while longer, and if I go to Uncle Wang's house today and go to Uncle Wang's house today, I will probably slap myself when I think about it when I lie in bed at the age of 90.

In addition, it is not a problem to have a level 10 physical fitness occasionally staying overnight, and the strong resilience does not even make Qin Feng feel uncomfortable now, but his eyes are a little sore.

"I didn't expect the rumors about me to be so outrageous. In the early years, because I only wanted to write a book under Qin Wuxiang's pen name, coupled with the point limit stipulated by the system, I didn't think so much, as long as it doesn't affect my normal life. .”

That's what Qin Feng planned back then. He didn't want to live under Qin Wuxiang's name. Qin Wuxiang is just a tool person who earns money and points. The one who really spends money to eat bonuses and enjoy the benefits brought by the system must be Qin Feng's identity.

In the end, because of Wang Anruo, there was still an influence between the vest and the deity, and Qin Feng suddenly realized that the rumors and scandals that he had ignored all these years had reached such an exaggerated level.

He took out a handwritten one from the report paper spread out on the table, and read the title on it: "Shocked, Qin Wuxiang has slept in half of the entertainment industry, and the latest Qin girl is her?"

It's all about what.

Especially the name Qin Girl, Qin Feng only thinks it is very earthy, but the extreme earthiness is trendy, and those eye-catching headlines are exaggerated.

There are always some people who want to see what mentally handicapped editor can write such outrageous articles with the mentality of watching a clown, and click into the content, but they don't know that the editor has already earned clicks, and the goal has been achieved.

As a result, the content of the article couldn't tell the reason, just like those marketing accounts, there was no clear evidence in the whole article to point out who Qin Wuxiang had slept with.

At the bottom of the article, Qin Wuxiang's fans and passers-by were cursing non-stop, venting their emotions wantonly on the Internet where they don't need to take any responsibility.

Seeking common ground while reserving differences is a joke on the Internet.

But it was these smart people who knew it was a fake article as soon as they read it, which made Qin Feng very worried.

The mental cleanliness that I never slept with any slutty women before now seems to be a life-saving straw, but obviously no one believes this...

"Don't believe these articles." Qin Feng frowned and sighed slightly.

The "you" in his mouth are of course referring to Wang Anruo and her family members.

So far, Qin Feng has not realized that the real problem is Wang Anruo's grandfather. He still thinks that Anruo, Uncle Wang, and Mama Wang are the family he needs to worry about the most.

Thanks to the materials that Zhao Ming helped to find, Qin Feng already had enough awareness of his own negative news. It was not yet five o'clock, and he had enough time to think about how to explain his visit to Uncle Wang's house.

At the same time, Wang Rengui and his wife had woken up early.

The older people get, the less they sleep, and the elderly hardly sleep in bed in the morning.

Although Wang Rengui is only in his 50s this year, his unhealthy living habits have made his body unfit for his age.

Alcoholism, staying up late, smoking, eating too much meat and not exercising...

All these made Wang Rengui's health deteriorate day by day. When he thought that his body would die before he held his grandson, he became very anxious.

This is why the couple was anxious to urge the marriage at the beginning. After half a century, they haven't seen that their daughter has someone who can entrust her life. After getting old, there is always a knot in their hearts.

But now, this knot is getting bigger and bigger, turning into a dead knot, just waiting for someone to untie it for me.

"Oh, I wake up in the morning and feel sick all the time. I don't know why." Uncle Wang sighed while brushing his teeth in the toilet.

Wang Ma woke up early purely because she was used to getting up early to prepare lessons when she was a teacher when she was young, and she didn't have the habit of sleeping late.

Hearing her old man sighing, she said angrily, "I smoke, what else can I do?"

"You can relate to smoking any problem, just like a child can relate to playing with a mobile phone on any problem."

"Stubborn, just do it!" Wang Ma glared, "From now on, you can decide everything at home? You didn't even discuss today's matter with me, and you still have me in your eyes?"

Wang Rengui knew what she was talking about.

Qin Feng is going to come to explain today.

But unexpectedly, Wang Rengui didn't back down on this matter, and retorted, "I have to know why! Xiao Qin, why did he hide it from me!"

"Why else, the murderer won't show off that he killed someone when he sees someone!"

"It's different." Wang Rengui came out of the bathroom with a towel on his shoulders, he frowned, "Xiao Qin is not that kind of person."

"Humph!"

Wang Ma snorted disdainfully, "I won't see him anyway, and don't call me when I'm in the room... I don't want to see him!"

After she finished speaking, she snorted like a pique and took out the porridge and fried pickle cakes from the kitchen and put them on the coffee table in the living room.

Wang Rengui looked helplessly at the old woman's anger, but he understood.

She didn't know Qin Feng well, and she only met him once, and his elbows were turned inward. Of course, she would choose An Ruo when choosing between her daughter and Qin Feng.

So her dislike of Qin Feng at this moment is natural.

Wang Rengui had mixed feelings after being in contact with him, but he didn't think about explaining anything to his wife now.

The person concerned came today, and it was not his turn to explain.

Wang Ma didn't have much appetite, so she glared at Wang Rengui and wanted to go back to the bedroom to lie down and watch her mobile phone. After walking two steps, she stopped again and pointed to Wang Anruo's bedroom.

Wang Rengui understood, and nodded, indicating that he knew it, and Wang Ma went back to the bedroom.

He sat at the dining table and looked at the porridge on the table, but he didn't really have any appetite.

But the more you worry about it, the more you have to eat something you like. This white porridge with fried pickles is delicious in the world. It doesn't even look light, it looks like a poor family, but Wang Rengui likes this one.

simple is the best.

"Alas..." After half a mouthful of porridge, he thought of Qin Feng again, and sighed.

"It would be great if you were a poor boy with nothing." Wang Rengui looked at the remaining half mouthful of porridge, sighed heavily, then raised his head and poured the half bowl of porridge into his stomach.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Wang Rengui was taken aback, and looked at Wang Ma through the open bedroom door.

Wang Ma frowned and got off the bed to close the bedroom door, out of sight and out of mind.

"No, it's not him so early." Wang Rengui suddenly remembered something, "I know who it is."

(End of this chapter)