The next day, at seven o'clock in the morning, Qin Feng woke up leisurely and felt refreshed.
For breakfast, he fried himself an extra egg and added a sandwich. It was a little greasy but very satisfying.
While eating, he had been on the phone with Wang Anruo since last night in the urban palace until late at night, and recalled it carefully to make sure that there were no mistakes in every aspect.
He is still a conscientious TV station employee and has nothing to do with the famous ghost writer Qin Wuxiang.
He took off the shirt and trousers that had dried overnight from the balcony and put them neatly on. Qin Feng was ready to go out to Youth Square to meet Wang Anruo.
Now morning exercise is almost an agreed time for two people to communicate. Regardless of the fact that Wang Anruo must be officially announced in order to steadily obtain a thousand points every month, just chatting and running with such a quiet beauty every morning. It’s all something that gives people hope for the day.
The day's plan starts in the morning. A happy mood in the morning will really affect the whole day's work.
He took the garbage and opened the door and went downstairs. Qin Feng was a little disappointed when the expected time-limited task prompt did not appear.
"There are still 200 points left." He said to himself: "There are 12 days left before the next monthly payment."
On the way to Youth Square, he kept flipping through his phone and opened the address book of his WeChat account to see notes from his friends.
"300 o'clock, five days in a row to have dinner together. What a waste of time."
"100 points, say good morning to each other for more than seven days. It can be considered, but the points are too few."
"200 points, go on a date and give a gift worth no less than five thousand yuan during the date..."
Qin Feng looked at the notes and information. The more he read, the more he felt how special Wang Anruo's reward was, which allowed him to earn a steady income of 1,000 points every month as long as the relationship was officially announced. He was simply standing out from the crowd, looking down at everyone in the celebrity circle of Guanhai City. .
"Boss, two bottles of Centennial Mountain."
"It's you again."
The convenience store at the entrance of Youth Square has the sign of a convenience store, but it is more like the newspaper and periodical kiosk that Qin Feng used to have when he was a child. The simple board room can only accommodate the owner sitting alone, and customers cannot go in to buy things, so they can only stand. Point to the boss in front of the window and he will pick up the goods on his behalf.
The boss handed over two bottles of Baisui Mountain. He looked at Qin Feng, who came to buy water almost every morning, and reminded him kindly: "You buy two small bottles every time. Why not buy a large bottle of Nongfu Mountain Spring, which is only one yuan more expensive?" , but more cost-effective than two bottles.”
Qin Feng paid the money and waved the water in his hand with a smile: "I brought it to someone else."
The boss immediately understood and replied with a smile: "Then I hope you come and buy a big bottle as soon as possible...you can drink one!"
"I'll lend you some good words!"
Today Qin Feng came more than ten minutes early. Usually he would run around once or twice before Wang Anruo came. But he didn't expect that when he walked along the cobblestone road to the small square, he happened to see Wang Anruo coming from the other side.
Today, the two of them arrived a little early by coincidence.
Far away, Qin Feng saw that Wang Anruo didn't seem to be empty-handed today.
"Good morning, Mr. Qin."
Wang Anruo said hello with a smile. This smile made people feel like a spring breeze, giving people a feeling of peace and tranquility in the years.
"Good morning, Miss Wang." He looked at the iron box in Wang Anruo's hand and raised his eyebrows: "This is..."
Wang Anruo sat down on the bench and opened the lunch box. Inside were several very delicate pastries.
"Have Mr. Qin eaten in the morning?"
"Not much food."
Qin Feng smiled, thinking that he was almost exhausted from the extra food he had eaten in the morning.
"I spent the night at my parents' house last night." Wang Anruo spoke very naturally and introduced Qin Feng with a smile: "You have worked with my dad for many years. Have you ever heard my dad mention my mom?"
Qin Feng took advantage of the situation and sat aside. There was still a gap between the two of them, but they were much closer than before.
He thought about it seriously and replied: "I haven't mentioned it many times, and every time Uncle Wang mentioned it, Aunt Wang basically said that smoking is not allowed...Uncle Wang will come downstairs to our unit whenever he is free. I smoked twice and said that Aunt Wang wouldn’t let me smoke at home, so I could only enjoy it outside.”
He spread his hands and said, "Uncle Wang is quite addicted to smoking."
Wang Anruo nodded, "If possible, Mr. Qin can help me if I see my dad smoking. He is old and smoking so much is not good for his health... It's not that my mother doesn't allow smoking, but there must be a moderation in everything. .”
Qin Feng thought that was my immediate boss! Uncle Wang doesn't have any bad habits, he just likes to smoke these two puffs. Sometimes he brings him two special cigarettes when he comes back from traveling abroad, such as Daqianmen, Baijiangjun, Furongwang and so on. How dare you, a subordinate, say this?
But then I thought about it, Wang Anruo actually asked him to help dissuade Uncle Wang, does it at least represent a kind of recognition and a further step in the relationship?
If you were a woman, would you ask a man with an average relationship to persuade your father to smoke less?
And this person is also his father’s subordinate?
If the relationship is really normal, then 80% of the time there is hatred.
Qin Feng thinks that at least now his relationship with Wang Anruo is stronger than ordinary friends.
Just when he was thinking about something, Wang Anruo continued: "My mother is much more anxious about urging marriage than my father. She just found out two days ago that I came out to run with you in the morning. Last night she had to Make sweet-scented osmanthus cake and let me bring it for you to try, saying it’s not okay for young people to skip breakfast... I really can’t resist it.”
Finally, as if he had thought of something, Wang Anruo added calmly: "Just like the last time I sent chicken soup to my dad, I also brought you a portion on the way. My mom is always worrying about it, and I hope Mr. Qin won't be annoyed. "
Qin Feng pinched a piece at Wang Anruo's signal, put it politely under his nose and smelled the aroma, then smiled and said: "It's such a sweet cinnamon, Aunt Wang's craftsmanship is so good."
After taking a bite, Qin Feng's eyes lit up.
Almost as soon as the tip of the tongue takes a sip, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake turns into sweet water and lingers on the back of the tongue. It is sweet but not greasy, and the fragrance of osmanthus fills the mouth.
"It's delicious. It's the best dessert I've had in recent years."
If the previous sentence was a compliment, then this sentence was sincere. It was much more exquisite and delicious than the osmanthus cake he had eaten in many high-end dessert shops.
It seems that Wang Anruo is telling the truth this time.
Because the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is really delicious, and the chicken soup last time was very salty, and it didn’t look like the craftsmanship of someone who cooks all year round.
This also further confirmed Qin Feng’s guess about the last chicken soup.
There weren't many sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, there were only four pieces in total, and it only took a few minutes for the two of them to eat them all.
After taking a sip of mineral water, Qin Feng thought to himself that the progress so far has been smooth and unexpected. Not only is Uncle Wang favoring him, but also Aunt Wang has extended an olive branch?
Originally, he was worried about continuing to chat with Wang Anruo, but one day he finally got to the point of preparing an official announcement, and what if his mother jumped out to stop him?
There are a lot of things like this on the Internet, where couples who have been in love for ten years are fighting each other because of the sky-high betrothal gifts that the mother-in-law wants.
Um……
Qin Feng thought to himself, hoping that Uncle Wang and his wife would not hate his identity as Qin Wuxiang. If one day his identity as Qin Wuxiang was exposed, he would not want the relationship he and Wang Anruo had worked so hard for so long to fall apart.
Of course, it can't be said that she worked hard now. She didn't put in much effort, and the relationship between the two of them was stuck on the eve of evolving from friends to something more, waiting for him to seize the opportunity to thank her for helping him connect the stars, and then take action.
However, Qin Feng's vision has always been long-term.
He couldn't be a prodigal son all his life. He was still in his mid-twenties and it was time to think about the future. The high-end women he had come into contact with might be suitable for dating, but none of them were suitable to marry and live home.
Before meeting Wang Anruo, he even considered whether only girls from ordinary families could make people feel at ease?
Marry a girl who has a harder life but is full of hope for life. If you have money, you can help her get rid of her hardships, and then slowly develop a relationship, and eventually become a good wife and mother.
But the appearance of Wang Anruo made him feel that if he really had to choose someone to live his life with, she might be the best choice.
