Miss Tong, the daughter-in-law, pulled Fan Keqin to introduce this and that. For example, where do you usually dress up, where do you put your clothes, and what little secrets do you have in your room? You can't wait to reveal them all to your lover at once. After the introduction was over, Miss Tong turned around and looked at Fan Keqin for a few seconds. She was slightly out of breath and her face turned red. She finally knows now that it feels so good to be in love, especially to be with the person she loves. That feeling makes Miss Tong intoxicated.
Tong Fei, who was immersed in being alone with her lover, maybe without knowing it, reached out and hugged Fan Keqin actively, and she was already leaning into the other person's arms.
Done!
At this point, Fan Keqin was completely sure that Miss Tong really couldn't bear herself anymore. It could be said that the defense system was in an absolute state of collapse in front of him.
But on the other hand, for Miss Tong, this kind of woman opens her heart to the people she loves, and does not become domineering because of her family, but does not hide her love. Fan Keqin also likes the character of Miss Tong. Of course, to be precise, it is appreciation.
So Fan Keqin also gently put his arms around Miss Tong. Do you still need to talk at this time? No need, because talking will break this state. Therefore, Fan Keqin knows that at the right time, the power of silence is the most terrifying.
Miss Tong obviously didn't want to break the atmosphere, she just hugged Fan Keqin quietly. "Tuk-tuk-tuk... click." I don't know how long it had passed before a knock on the door suddenly rang, followed by the sound of the door opening.
Miss Tong quickly let go of her hand. Seeing that she was a little flustered, Fan Keqin patted her arm. Miss Tong smiled a little sheepishly. Fortunately, the two of them were in her bedroom. That's right, Miss Tong's boudoir is also a suite, with an area of more than 100 square meters. If you come in from the outside, you must first enter the small hall and living room, pass through the side cloakroom, and then reach the bedroom.
Miss Tong took Fan Keqin's hand and walked out. Sure enough, we arrived in the small hall outside. Just look at the housekeeper putting cut fruits on the coffee table in front of the sofa in the small hall. When I saw two people coming out, neatly dressed, I couldn't help but feel relieved. If something happened, the child's father would certainly not say anything to his daughter, but he, the housekeeper, would probably be blamed.
The housekeeper finished putting the fruits, stood up, and said with a smile: "Miss, Mr. Wan, when I was preparing the fruits just now, I received a call from Secretary Wang, saying that Mr. Wang's meeting was almost over, and he told him to give I'll let my family know and start preparing dinner. I'll be back in a while."
"Okay." Miss Tong took a piece of orange, handed it to Fan Keqin, and said, "Then get ready. By the way, less spicy food, Brother Heng can't eat spicy food."
"Okay." The housekeeper said, "I'll tell them." After saying that, he nodded to Fan Keqin again, turned around and went out.
After the door closed, Fan Keqin asked with a smile: "How do you know I can't eat spicy food?"
"Didn't I have dinner with you?" Miss Tong was a little shy at this time and said: "I saw that you didn't touch the dishes with peppers. So... I guessed it."
"Well, okay, it's a bit like Sherlock Holmes." Fan Keqin said.
"Hey." Miss Tong's current state is that whatever Fan Keqin says is interesting. Miss Tong certainly knows the name of Sherlock Holmes, although in China today, Sherlock Holmes is indeed not as famous as he would be in later generations. But among people who like reading, it really means that everyone knows it.
In 1887, after Conan Doyle wrote his first article, A Study in Scarlet. The famous name of Sherlock Holmes created a whirlwind in Europe, and this whirlwind slowly spread to the whole world. So much so that the English people actually regarded Sherlock Holmes as a real person in the world. In the end, although the address 221B Baker Street did not exist and was made up by Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes' influence was too great, so people commemorated him and made this address 221B Baker Street in 1930. The address 21B has become a real and usable place. In later generations, this address still existed and was allocated to the Sherlock Holmes Museum.
People at this time really didn't have much entertainment, so Miss Tong naturally knew the famous name of Sherlock Holmes. Fan Keqin is back from Europe, so it makes sense.
The two of them were lounging in Miss Tong's boudoir, and time passed quickly. There was another knock on the door, which made Miss Tong wake up and said with a smile: "Maybe my dad is back."
Indeed, the housekeeper came to inform the boy's father that he was back. At this time Fan Keqin can no longer sit still here. Miss Tong stood face to face in front of Fan Keqin, tidied him up slightly, nodded, and said: "No problem."
Fan Keqin lowered his head, kissed the hair on her head, and said, "Okay, let's go see your father."
Miss Tong nodded happily, took Fan Keqin's hand, and walked out. Passed through the corridor and came to the living room. Fan Keqin finally met the boy's father again. The other party has taken off his coat and is wearing a vest and shirt, which is no different from his own dress. Because Fan Keqin's coat is now in Miss Tong's boudoir.
The boy's father is an old-fashioned handsome guy, not too tall, about 1.78 meters tall. But he is in his fifties, and his face is well maintained. Looks like he's in his forties. It's just that my hair is a little gray. After seeing Fan Keqin and Miss Tong entering the living room together, their eyes were fixed on the hands held together. But in the end he didn't say anything, but with a smile on his face, he said: "Here you go. Wait for a long time, sit down. Ah Heng, come and sit here." As he said that, he pointed to the chair on his right.
This is a long European-style dining table. The dishes have not been served yet. There are snacks, fruits, some dried fruits, and tea on it.
Fan Keqin greeted him immediately, but his behavior was slightly reserved, but he became generous and said: "Hello, Uncle Tong, thank you." As he spoke, he sat on the lower right hand position.
Miss Tong looked like she was about to go around the dining table and sit next to Fan Keqin. The child's father said: "Feifei, come, sit here. It will be easier for Aunt Chen to put the food in a while." He pointed to the position of his lower left hand.
"Oh." Miss Tong agreed, glanced at Fan Keqin, and sat down in her seat.
The boy's father looked at Fan Keqin, first of all...
