What celebrity wives hate is my vest and not me

Chapter 188 Lao Deng, isn’t this popular?

After leaving the mushroom house where the shooting was done, Qin Feng followed the field path where he and Wang Anruo walked under the night sky that night until they reached the intersection of the main road.

There is a height difference between the narrow path and the main road. Qin Feng raised his feet and stepped up. The oncoming wind was not sure whether it was the evening breeze or the hustle and bustle of the busy traffic.

After he stood still, his nostrils stretched out. It would probably be very comfortable if he had a cigarette now. Unfortunately, Qin Feng did not know how to smoke.

He is waiting for Wang Anruo.

Going to see Mr. Wang in the evening, Qin Feng originally thought that since Wang Anruo went back to the hotel to pack his things, he would just go separately and take a taxi. Since he was not the son-in-law who came to visit on the first day, he had to let his girlfriend lead him.

But Wang Anruo simply said, "You can't find it if you look for it yourself. You can't get in even if you know where it is."

The smart Qin Feng immediately understood what was going on.

Come to think of it, Mr. Wang traveled thousands of miles from Suzhou to come to the capital not just for a vacation.

Even if he is a well-known writer, there are some places that he cannot set foot in such a hidden city like the capital.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, Qin Feng recognized the familiar Range Rover the moment it appeared in his field of vision.

The vehicle stopped slowly, and Wang Anruo rolled down the window, wearing sunglasses and flipping her hair.

"Is this handsome guy taking a ride?" She smiled and took off her sunglasses, revealing her eyes full of smiles and jokingly said: "Where are you going to give me a ride?"

Qin Feng put his hands into his trouser pockets, turned them out, and shrugged: "I can pay with my body."

Wang Anruo rolled her eyes at him and muttered, "Okay! I'll sell you to a bar and become a male model!"

Qin Feng smiled and opened the door and got into the passenger seat, adjusting the seat skillfully.

There are only two people sitting in the co-pilot of this car, him and Aunt Liu.

So every time he felt uncomfortable after sitting in the passenger seat, Qin Feng knew how to adjust it with his eyes closed.

Sitting comfortably in the passenger seat of your girlfriend may be a happy moment for adults.

Qin Feng finished everything and tilted his head to look at her: "If you are willing, I won't have any losses anyway, and I can still live and drink every day... It's a laid-off worker who is re-employed."

Hey, don't tell me.

Qin Feng thought for a while, if he went to a bar to be a male model, he would be a professional with a professional background!
But just thinking about it, now he only cares about Wang Anruo, and other women are just a passing thing.

But he was already prepared to see her angry look or cold and jealous expression.

Come on, show a bit of shame and anger.

But Wang Anruo raised his eyebrows, with a successful look on his face, as if he was watching the fun.

She sighed regretfully at Qin Feng, then took out her phone and put it to her ear.

"Hey, grandpa, yes, I have received Qin Feng...did you hear what I just said?"

hiss!
Qin Feng suddenly took a breath of cold air and felt that the blood flowing in the blood vessels all over his body was cold!
It’s broken, it’s so cold!

Wang Anruo's slender hands calmly turned off the phone screen and placed it next to the windshield.

Qin Feng suddenly reached out and took the phone to his mouth, sweat broke out on his forehead: "Well... old man, I didn't mean that, I was just joking with An Ruo. Don't take it seriously, I'm not that kind of person. …”

"Hahaha."

Wang Anruo couldn't hold back his smile. Seeing how nervous he was, he lightly covered his mouth with his hand and chuckled.

The laughter sounded as beautiful as the wind chimes blowing on the eaves.

Qin Feng was slightly startled, and suddenly realized something. He looked at the phone with the screen turned off in his hand, and his fingers trembled slightly to unlock it - he knew Wang Anruo's lock screen password, and she was not worried at all that Qin Feng would look at her phone, as well. Qin Feng has no secrets from her.

It's just that the two of them won't touch each other's phones unless necessary. Trust and privacy are never antonyms for conflict.

What comes into view are APP icons one by one. Where is the call interface?

Worried, he clicked on the recent call history and found that the most recent call was made to Aunt Liu nearly an hour ago. He was relieved.

While relaxing, I also understood that I was being fooled.

Wang Anruo was still giggling, and she was so happy. Even if her song won an award, she would not be so happy... Maybe even if her career is successful and prosperous, she would not be laughing so hard.

Qin Feng shook his head and said helplessly: "When did you learn to be so bad?"

"It will come naturally after you fall in love." Wang Anruo said confidently. After laughing, his eyes were still narrowed into crescent moons.

She started the car and prepared to take Qin Feng to her grandfather's residence.

Qin Feng reached out and flipped down the passenger's light shield. On the back was a small mirror that could be used to organize his appearance.

He looked at his hair, turned it slightly left and right, and then asked casually: "Is your hair too long? Do you want to find a place to get a haircut first?"

"You didn't even consider getting a haircut when you were on a variety show, but you paid so much attention to it when you went to see my grandpa?" Wang Anruo joked.

Qin Feng sighed and replied: "I'm not worried about anyone now. Even Uncle Wang is about to change his name and call me dad, because he is worried about your grandfather and your uncle."

Wang Anruo glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and thought he looked quite handsome like this. A haircut might not necessarily make him more handsome, but it might...

"No, you are not allowed to get a haircut casually."

Qin Feng was stunned: "Why?"

"Don't you know that after falling in love, a boy's hair becomes shared property?"

Wang Anruo pouted and shook his head: "They say that when a man changes his hairstyle, he changes his hair. I can't risk you becoming ugly for a month by asking you to find an unfamiliar teacher Tony to get a haircut elsewhere."

It is said that as long as a man is handsome, no matter how he cuts his hair, it doesn't matter. But the fact is that there are some hairstyles that are outrageous. As with Qin Feng's handsome face, it will be overturned.

Qin Feng thought about it. Going to a barber shop that he had never been to to get a haircut was equivalent to opening a blind box, which was too risky.

Then he thought of something else: "Then at least find a place to buy some things and think about something with empty hands."

Qin Feng had already figured it out in his mind. Wang Anruo's grandfather didn't have a good impression of him, so he went in empty-handed and headed for that station.

Hey, Lao Deng, if the will-o'-the-wisp stops at your door, can you throw it away?
Ok……

At least you have to make Lao Deng... No, you have to make the old man feel that he is a polite will-o'-the-wisp boy.

Wang Anruo also thought about it, nodded and said, "That's no problem. When we enter the city later, I'll stop at the door of the cigarette shop."

If a cigarette shop can be opened in the urban area of ​​the capital, it is impossible to sell fake goods. Who knows who is coming to buy your cigarettes and wine, and who he is going to give them to?
So Wang Anruo randomly found a cigarette shop, parked on the roadside, and let Qin Feng go.

"My dad learned how to smoke from my grandfather. He usually smokes a lot of dry cigarettes. Ask if you have any shredded tobacco. If you don't have any, at least you won't be empty-handed by buying some good cigarettes."

Wang Anruo, like the young lady in the ancient mansion who was well versed in human relations and sophistication, warned Qin Feng. As he spoke, he took out his wallet from his satchel and took out a bank card.

"Go ahead and swipe your card. I heard them say scan the QR code to pay. If you check the records, you can find your Alipay and WeChat. After all, you are also a public figure now. With such popularity, there is no harm in being cautious."

Qin Feng opened the car door and leaned half of his body out. Hearing Wang Anruo's words, he did not pick up the bank card.

"Are you coming with me?" Qin Feng asked with a smile: "I know you want to be the money manager of the family in the future, but that doesn't stop you from going shopping with me."

Wang Anruo's face turned slightly red, and his little thoughts were noticed.

The scene just now looks like a wife giving her husband pocket money so that he can spend it without worry?
"I don't care about your money." Wang Anruo snorted with a red face. When his little thoughts were discovered, he became arrogant and harsh: "It makes me seem to be interfering with your freedom. How can I be so petty... miser."

Qin Feng shook his head disapprovingly.

She is indeed not a money-lover, but the fact that she is careless about jealousy is worth debating.

Precisely because Wang Anruo would not interfere with Qin Feng's finances, he indulged in a little addiction to managing money at this time and indirectly shouldered the responsibility——

Qin Feng went to see his grandfather, and he, his girlfriend, was obliged to pay for the gifts he brought!
Even if her boyfriend is rich, showing a girl's responsibility in such trivial matters is the charm of Wang Anruo.

Don’t girls have any responsibilities?It’s not like boys should spend money as a matter of course.

She hummed, opened the car door and got out of the car honestly, and then gently held Qin Feng's arm.

When the two of them visited a cigarette shop, they looked as elegant and dignified as if they were walking on the red carpet in Cannes, and they were such a perfect match.

It was as if God had created this man and woman and destined them to fall in love without regrets and become husband and wife.

The boss hasn't seen such a generous customer in a long time, so it is in line with the rules to buy a Chinese bar as a gift or something.

Qin Feng directly bought two pairs of the most expensive cigarettes in the store, and also ordered two bottles of the most expensive wine... The cigarettes alone cost [-].

"I'll give you a lighter. You have to give it to me when buying cigarettes. This is the best windproof lighter in our store. Please keep it."

Qin Feng glanced at the well-made lighter handed over by the boss. It was slightly heavy and made entirely of metal. Maybe the corners with yellow light were made of pure gold.

However, with Mr. Wang's status, he couldn't handle such a lighter. He looked at it strangely and accepted it. It would definitely be good to give it to Uncle Wang when he went back.With the items, he felt confident. After arriving at the place, Qin Feng got out of the car and straightened his back a lot.

This remote mansion is very secluded. Ever since I passed the security check at the intersection 10 minutes before entering the manor, there were no cars around.

At the beginning of the period, Qin Feng didn't pay much attention. After all, the capital was a very special place. For example, near the Forbidden City, at the subway entrance of the Temple of Heaven, you would see young soldiers standing guard.

But something was wrong while driving, because Qin Feng keenly discovered that almost all the cars that could still run on the road had military plates.

Except for Wang Anruo’s rude Range Rover.

After twisting and turning, he entered a military compound with an old atmosphere. Qin Feng saw Mr. Wang's permanent residence in the capital——

The courtyard where Wang Anruo's great-grandfather who participated in three rounds of war lived lived, carries the memory of Mr. Wang's childhood.

Mr. Wang was born here. After growing up, he joined the army and returned to Gusu, the ancestral home of the Wang family. Therefore, whether it is the ancestral home in Gusu or his father's property in the capital, Mr. Wang has been obsessed with it all his life. native land.

"Hello, please show me your ID." A soldier with a cold expression came up to inquire.

Qin Feng was very cooperative, and Wang Anruo didn't say anything. A sensible girl is sensible everywhere.

After passing the security check and confirming that everything was correct, Wang Anruo took Qin Feng's hand and entered the gate as if he was declaring sovereignty.

She expressed her attitude so forcefully, but she also used the right way to hold her arms to set off Qin Feng. He is the protagonist.

"Grandpa, I'm back!"

"Hey, my good granddaughter is back?"

Wang Anruo's shouts were full of the coquettishness of a junior, and Mr. Wang's response was also kind and gentle, completely inconsistent with his usual iron-blooded image, and even felt like a trap.

This can only be understood by the younger generation who have experienced it personally.

"It's time to come back. Come and try the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by grandpa. It's just come out of the oven. Take a bite while it's hot!"

The old man happily came out of the kitchen with a plate in both hands, full of joy, which showed that he was looking forward to seeing his precious granddaughter.

The plate contained the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that he had been making all day.

There were only five or six pieces, and they were still steaming. They had just been taken off the steamer, and the honey had only been sprinkled on them for half a minute.

It's not that it takes too much time to cook, but it's that he hasn't cooked in person for decades. In order to compete with Qin Feng, he has to let his precious granddaughter have a taste of his own cooking.

With the help of the cook, he made it for a whole day. Just mixing sticky rice flour and glutinous rice flour made his fingernails all white now.

As a result, Mr. Wang, who was originally happy, looked up as soon as he came out of the living room, and what he saw was Qin Feng's smile that was not afraid of boiling water.

"Hello, old man."

"Humph!"

Mr. Wang's expression changed as if he had changed his face.

Just as he was about to curse some bastard for asking you to come, he remembered that it was him and swallowed it back in frustration.

The old man who decided to show off to Qin Feng simply ignored him, turned to look at Wang Anruo, smiled brightly, and carefully handed the plate to her as if to please.

"An Ruo, try grandpa's cooking. Is it much more delicious than the food made by some unscrupulous people?"

Wang Anruo couldn't hold back a sullen laugh when he heard this, and looked at Qin Feng with his peripheral vision, as if to say, look at you, what did the Osmanthus Cake thing do to my grandfather?
"Okay, let me try grandpa's cooking. It must be very..."

Wang Anruo picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. He sipped it gently and stopped his words of praise as soon as he reached his mouth.

"How's it going?" Mr. Wang said with expectation on his face.

Wang Anruo smiled with satisfaction and nodded vigorously: "Yeah, it's delicious!"

"Compared with the food made by outsiders, is grandpa's food still delicious?"

"That... of course." Wang Anruo swallowed, and under the expectant gaze of Mr. Wang, he ate the remaining half piece, and then quickly waved his hand: "I will eat the rest later, and let Qin Feng Try it... By the way, Qin Feng brought you a gift for grandpa today!"

Qin Feng was a little stunned. He was just wondering how Mr. Wang knew about the osmanthus cake.

If he had thought for a little longer, he would have understood what color sacks were waiting for him. Unfortunately, Wang Anruo interrupted his thoughts.

After coming back to his senses, he handed the cigarettes and wine he was carrying to Mr. Wang.

"A little thought, no respect."

"Ha, you also know that you can bring something with you when you visit us. This scholar's status is at least worthy of it."

He said some weird words, but even though he didn't reach out to hit the smiling man, Mr. Wang still had a slight change in his attitude.

"Okay, I'll take the things and put them on the table over there." Mr. Wang raised his head: "What did you buy?"

"I bought some cigarettes and alcohol."

"Haha, An Ruo gave you the idea, right?" Mr. Wang sneered and cleverly got it on his granddaughter's head, unwilling to admit that he was willing to accept Qin Feng's benefits.

But in fact, he still accepted it, which made Qin Feng feel that the Wang family deserved to have the surname Wang, and they were somewhat tough-talking.

Mr. Wang glanced at the plastic bag Qin Feng placed on the table, half of the cigarette was exposed.

"Hmph, I haven't smoked this kind of cigarette for many years... That's all, because my granddaughter chose it for me, I can barely take a few puffs when I have time."

As he spoke, he groped around on his body and muttered to himself: "I haven't smoked this kind of cigarette for how many years, and I don't even have a lighter... Where did I put the matches?"

Qin Feng was stunned when he heard this. The old man really didn't have a lighter?
Wouldn’t the windproof lighter provided come in handy?

"I have a lighter here given by the boss. If you don't mind it, old man, please use this."

Qin Feng took out the lighter.

Deep down in his heart, Mr. Wang rejected Qin Feng, so he subconsciously blurted out questions.

He is worthy of being an old man who secretly engages in high-intensity surfing. Even his mental state is exactly the same as that of contemporary young people.

When something happens, question it first and then believe it.

"What kind of broken lighter can be used easily?" Mr. Wang was a little disdainful: "Don't even think it can catch up with my matches."

Qin Feng shook his head: "The store said it is windproof. I think the quality is quite good. If you don't believe me, look at it."

Qin Feng opened the lid, rolled his fingers on the flint, and bang!
There was a crisp sound, only thunder but no rain.

No fire!

Qin Feng was stunned, and tried several more times in disbelief, but he only heard the sound of flint and could not see the flame, only sparks.

The old man was also stunned for a moment, and then he sneered: "What a broken lighter, it doesn't have any fire, you have the nerve to take it out?"

Hey, let me seize the opportunity to attack you, brat!

I'll let you know what it means to be less aggressive!
Before Ke could start firing at Qin Feng, Wang Anruo chuckled and came to Qin Feng's side.

She took a big step, and she was not worried about bumping into Qin Feng. Instead, the two of them were very close, shoulder to shoulder, and their faces were close to each other.

The old man's eyes widened when he saw this scene.

What's going on, what's going on!
What are you doing under my nose?

It was his granddaughter who stuck to it, so as not to get angry. If Qin Feng had done this, he would have called out and Butler Li would have jumped down from the second floor holding the cane and sack.

I saw Wang Anruo coming close to Qin Feng, close to her body, her waist was very charming, her lower abdomen was leaning on Qin Feng's back, feeling the warmth of each other, her jade hand passed around Qin Feng's chest, and held his hand.

"I see you don't smoke. You're so honest. You're not like my dad."

"I think my dad has been smoking for a long time and has learned how to use a lighter." Wang Anruo muttered, leaning her cheek against his ear and exhaling like blue.

She asked the teacher who taught children how to draw: "Lighters have a place to adjust the size of the flame. This lighter is new. I guess the boss adjusted it to the minimum, and it ran out of gas at the minimum... Look! "

Wang Anruo held Qin Feng's hand and slid the flint again, and the flames burst out with a "pop".

She turned to look at Qin Feng, and their noses almost touched each other.

From Qin Feng's perspective, Wang Anruo, who was shining all over, smiled softly and said, "Isn't this fire already there?"

Mr. Wang’s teeth were almost broken.

How could this nameless fire be burning on the lighter?
Watching his precious granddaughter clinging to the brat very naturally in front of him, teaching him step by step how to use a lighter...

Hey, Lao Deng, look, isn’t this popular?

(End of this chapter)