The next day, when the sun jumped out from the coastline again, Qin Feng read the last piece of news about himself at the table.
He rubbed the corners of his sore eyes and looked out the window. The sky had turned white.
This reminded him of his experience of staying up late during the holidays when he was still in school. He originally had something to do the next day, but ended up playing on his mobile phone and losing track of time. He saw the fish belly white outside the window in a daze 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 documents he had read back into his document bag and stretched.
There is no time to lie down for a while. If I overly lie down and go to Uncle Wang's house today and go to waste, I will probably slap myself when I think about it when I am ninety years old and lying in bed.
Coupled with the level 10 physical fitness, it is not a problem to stay up all night occasionally, and the strong recovery power does not make Qin Feng feel uncomfortable even 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 just wanted to use Qin Wuxiang's pen name to write a book, and the point limit stipulated by the system, I didn't think too much about it, as long as it didn't affect my normal life. .”
This was Qin Feng's plan back then. He didn't want to use Qin Wuxiang's name to live. Qin Wuxiang was just a tool to make money and earn points. The one who really spent money to eat bonuses and enjoy the benefits of adding points to the system must be Qin Feng's identity.
In the end, because of Wang Anruo, there was still an influence between Ma Jia and the real person, and Qin Feng suddenly realized that the rumors and scandals that he had ignored over the years had reached such an exaggerated level.
He took out a handwritten note from the report paper spread out on the table and read the title: "Shocking, Qin Wuxiang slept with half of the entertainment industry. The latest Miss Qin turned out to be her?"
This is nothing.
Especially the name Miss Qin, Qin Feng only thinks it is very vulgar, but when it comes to being vulgar, it is fashionable, and those eye-catching headlines can be exaggerated no matter how exaggerated they are.
There are always some people who click into the content with the mentality of watching a clown and want to see what kind of retarded editor can write such outrageous articles. Little do they know that the editor has already earned clicks and the goal has been achieved.
As a result, the content of the article couldn't explain anything, it was just as chatty as those marketing accounts. There was no clear evidence throughout the article to indicate who Qin Wuxiang slept with.
At the bottom of the article, Qin Wuxiang's fans and passers-by cursed non-stop, venting their emotions on this Internet that does not require any responsibility.
Seeking common ground while reserving differences is a joke on the Internet.
But it was the articles that these smart people knew were fake as soon as they read them that made Qin Feng very worried.
My mental obsession with never sleeping with any slutty women before seems to have become a life-saving straw, but obviously no one believes this...
"You must never believe these articles." Qin Feng frowned and sighed slightly.
Of course the you he refers to are Wang Anruo and her family.
So far, Qin Feng has not noticed that the real problem is Wang Anruo's grandfather. He still believes that Anruo, Uncle Wang, and Ma Wang are the family he needs to worry about most.
Thanks to the materials that Zhao Ming helped find, Qin Feng already had enough awareness of his 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. Elderly people rarely stay in bed and snooze in the morning.
Although Wang Rengui is only in his fifties and in his prime this year, his unhealthy living habits all year round have left his body in a state that is inconsistent with his age.
Drinking alcohol, staying up late, smoking, eating too much and not exercising...
All these things made Wang Rengui's health worse day by day. He became very anxious when he thought that his health would not be good before he could hold his grandson.
This is why the couple were anxious to get married at first. They were over fifty and had yet to see anyone who could trust their daughter with her life. As she got older, there was always a knot in her heart.
But now, this knot is getting bigger and bigger, turning into a dead knot, just waiting for someone to help me untie it.
"Oh, I always feel nauseous when I wake up in the morning recently, and I don't know why." Uncle Wang sighed while brushing his teeth in the toilet.
Wang Ma woke up early simply because when she was a teacher when she was young, she was used to getting up early to prepare lessons and did not have the habit of sleeping in late.
Hearing her old man sigh, she said angrily: "I'm just smoking, what else can happen?"
"You can blame smoking for any problem, just like a child can blame playing with a mobile phone for any problem."
"Just be stubborn!" Wang Ma glared, "You have the final say on everything in the family from now on? You didn't even discuss today's matter with me, and you still care about me?"
Wang Rengui knew what she was talking about.
Today Qin Feng is coming to explain.
But unexpectedly, Wang Rengui did not back down at all on this matter. He frowned and retorted: "I have to know why! Why did Xiao Qin hide it from me?"
"Why else would a murderer brag about killing someone when he meets them?"
"This is different." Wang Rengui came out of the toilet with a towel on his shoulders. He frowned: "Xiao Qin is not that kind of person."
"snort!"
Wang Ma snorted disdainfully, "I won't see him by then anyway, so don't call me when I'm in the house... I don't want to see him!"
After saying that, she hummed as if she was angry and took out the porridge and fried pickle cakes from the kitchen and placed them on the coffee table in the living room.
Wang Rengui helplessly looked at the old woman to vent her anger, but he understood.
She didn't know Qin Feng, she had only met him once, and his elbows were all turned inward. If she had to choose between her daughter and Qin Feng, of course she would choose An Ruo.
Therefore, her disgust for Qin Feng at this moment is human nature.
Wang Rengui felt complicated after being exposed to so many things, but he didn't want to argue with his wife now.
The person involved is here today and it is not his turn to explain.
Wang Ma had no appetite. She glared at Wang Rengui and wanted to go back to the bedroom to lie down and look at her phone. After taking two steps, she stopped again and pointed to Wang Anruo's bedroom.
Wang Rengui understood the situation, nodded, indicating that he was aware of it, and Wang Ma went back to the bedroom.
He sat at the dining table and looked at the white porridge on the table. He actually had no appetite.
But the more worried you are, the more you have to eat something you like. This white porridge with fried pickles is simply delicious. Although it doesn't even have a little oil and water, it is not very light. It looks like a poor family, but Wang Rengui likes this one.
simple is the best.
"Alas..." After drinking half a mouthful of porridge, he thought of Qin Feng again and couldn't help but sigh.
"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 half the bowl of porridge into his stomach.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Wang Rengui was stunned and looked at Wang Ma through the open door of the bedroom.
Wang Ma frowned and got down from 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 chapter)
