What celebrity wives hate is my vest and not me

Chapter 58

"This is the kitchen. I usually cook here."

"This is the toilet. Because the room is relatively small, the toilet and the bathroom are integrated... This is my mobile phone."

Qin Feng put his mobile phone in his pocket and came to the bedroom.

"This is my bedroom, and it's also where I usually work." He turned on the light and introduced his bedroom: "Because the rented house is relatively small, there is only one room for the computer desk and the bed, and I sleep directly when I am tired. The computer desk There are bookshelves and clothes racks next to it, and the balcony is on the other side of the bed.”

Qin Feng spent tens of thousands to assemble the computer, which can be regarded as an exposure point. A small employee with a salary of more than 3000 yuan a month cannot afford to assemble a computer worth tens of thousands. Adding the peripherals, it is worth Qinfeng's one and a half years. salary.

But as long as you don't turn it on to see the configuration, Wang Anruo probably doesn't know how much it cost... Even if you look at the configuration, it is estimated that only a small number of girls have a concept of computer configuration, right?
The appearance is quite handsome. The water-cooled and transparent chassis are only romantic for boys. The pink keyboard and earphones are very beautiful, especially the keyboard. The keycaps are white and yellow, very cute.

Wang Anruo's attention was not on the computer, but on the closet and bookshelves next to her.

Of course, it was inconvenient for her to open the closet, but the books on the shelf could be browsed at will.

The books on the shelves include history and geography, literary works and online novels, and even quantum mechanics and a brief history of space.

Among them, Qin Wuxiang's complete set of works contained them, Wang Anruo just watched quietly, without any sign of disgust.

This just proves that Qin Feng is knowledgeable, although he doesn't like to read Qin Wuxiang's novels, but Qin Feng definitely puts the emphasis on literary quality, not the author.

Wang Anruo was sitting on a chair reading a book, Qin Feng's eyes were not tilted, and a gentleman should not look at injustice.

But he still wanted to sigh with emotion that he didn't notice that she has such a good figure at all...or is it because of the beige color that makes her look bigger?

"Sit down for a while, I'll wash some fruit for you." He smiled and asked, "Didn't you have dinner? I happen to have ingredients at home, so I'll show you."

"Well, I'm looking forward to it."

Qin Feng left, Wang Anruo sat on the chair at first, but when he looked outside, he found that Qin Feng was really busy in the kitchen, so he quietly sat beside the bed.

The bed was very hard, not as comfortable as the bed at my parents' house, and not as soft as Simmons in Qingshan District. The quilt was simply folded, which made Wang Anruo feel ashamed.

She's a little lazy, doesn't know how to cook and rarely does housework. The Qingshan Community has its own housekeeping, and her parents are as diligent as Wang Ma, so she doesn't need to do it.

So in her bedroom, the quilts are spread out and directly covered on the bed.

"You're really diligent, you know how to cook and you often clean up the house." Wang Anruo already has a plan in his heart, with a faint smile on his lips: "Mom will definitely like it, and Dad is satisfied."

After thinking about it, she felt that it was not good to always sit on someone else's bed, so she got up and walked to the bookshelf.

Of course, the closet cannot be opened. This is a matter of manners. Wang Anruo has been influenced by his grandfather since he was a child, and he knows etiquette and honor.

The bookshelf is what Qin Feng can read by default just now. Wang Anruo was actually a little excited when he entered a man's bedroom for the first time. He was very curious, but it was inconvenient to browse casually. He was afraid of finding something he shouldn't be looking for, so he could only read books. .

""Historical Records", "Pride and Prejudice", "Wuthering Heights", "White Night Walk"..."

The books Qin Feng read are very miscellaneous and messy, and cover a wide range of areas. Although his knowledge in various aspects is not enough to compare with professionals, he is good enough for writing books, and he can be called knowledgeable when talking with people.

"It seems that this book is often read." Wang Anruo took down a book with a beautiful cover, and the illustrations of the four gentlemen of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum showed the cultural heritage of the book, "The Book of Songs."

She opened this thick book of poetry, there are original texts, translations and even annotations.

Some annotations are included in the book, and some annotations are written by Qin Feng himself. The small and elegant characters of the pen are so majestic. This is the momentum brought by the font and the stroke, not the size of the font.

It is said that seeing words is like seeing people, Wang Anruo firmly believes in this at the moment.

"There is a bookmark on this page." Wang Anruo was taken aback when he opened it, and then Wan'er laughed, "No wonder you like reading this book so much."

The place where the bookmark is inserted is the Guofeng series in the Book of Songs. There are fifteen national styles in total. This page happens to be Guofeng Qinfeng.

"Guofeng·Qinfeng" contains ten articles, which record the folk songs of the old Qin land, and "Jianjia", which is familiar to everyone in the textbook, is one of the Qinfeng.

Wang Anruo thought, no wonder, if there was an article named An Ruo in any book, I am afraid that he would also collect it, read it carefully every day, then taste and annotate it until he could memorize it fluently?
Thinking of this, she opened the first chapter, and the first article she entered made her look stunned again.

"Qin Feng·Car Neighborhood"

There are cars and neighbors, and there are horses and horses.No gentleman, the order of the eunuch.

"Qin Feng, Che Lin..." Wang Anruo's thoughts flashed like fireworks, she suddenly closed the book, put the "Book of Songs" back on the shelf, and humbly poked her head out to look at the kitchen.

At this moment, she was finally able to be sure who wrote the poem to herself.

The "Book of Songs" on the bookshelf is not far from Qin Wuxiang's book "Spherical Electric Cloud", and tens of thousands can be given out to thank the female artist who saved the department.

You can teach the mighty green tea in a French restaurant with several thousand yuan, and you don’t feel bad at all when you pay.

She is very moved now, because she has more contacts, and she knows that it is not easy for lyricists to make money, especially for lyricists who are not well-known.It is estimated that the invitation to dinner and the red envelope given to Li Xiaoyun in order to repay his favor are all the savings Qin Feng has accumulated over the years.

Should I keep pretending I don't know?
Wang Anruo felt a little troubled, but Qin Feng didn't want to admit it, so there must be some unspeakable secret, right?
At this moment, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Qin Feng, who was busy in the kitchen, brought out the cut fruits, and looked at Wang Anruo a few steps away.

A trace of panic flashed across Wang An's face, who would knock on the door?
Qin Feng is also a little uneasy. It is a trivial matter that the world of two people is suddenly disturbed, but if there are other women who have an affair with him, like Wang Anruo, he does not know where he knows his residence...

Feeling anxious, he made a silent gesture to Wang Anruo, and then shouted at the door: "Who is it?"

"it's me."

Wang Rengui's voice came from outside the door, which made both Qin Feng and Wang Anruo heave a sigh of relief.

"You even called Uncle Wang, you scared me to death." Qin Feng heaved a sigh of relief, smiled and wanted to open the door.

Wang Anruo frowned, feeling that things were not that simple.

I didn't call my dad over.

Sure enough, other people's voices followed one after another.

"Hurry up, give me a hand, the thing is sinking me!"

"You are so big for nothing!"

"Don't squeeze, let the director go in first."

Qin Feng's smile immediately froze when he walked to the door.

(End of this chapter)