Perfect Match

As a result, this weekend, he took a gift to Xunzihua West Street as a guest. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his elder brother sitting on the sofa and had a good conversation with He An.

There was a pot of lemon black tea on the coffee table, and a basket of butterfly crisps and croissants that had not been baked. He An sat beside Zheng Feiyi to speak with him. The two were very close to each other, less than a foot apart. Like an old friend.

Zheng Feiyu's face immediately smelled, and the hand holding the gift bag tightened.

"He An."

He coughed stiffly.

"Fei?" He An was surprised, and raised his hand to him. "Come on. I just brewed black tea and baked a plate of dim sum. It's fresh and fluffy. It's delicious."

"So ... so coincident?"

Zheng Feiyu's bone strength collapsed for three seconds.

With a smile on his face, he laid the gift on the sofa and sat down beside He An diligently. He An was fair and just, and intimately poured him a cup of black tea and added a slice of ripe lemon.

Zheng Feiyi stood up and said: "Then I will go back first, thank you for your hospitality."

"I'll send you."

He An did his best for the guests and host, and politely sent Zheng Feiyi out of the gate. When he returned, he saw Zheng Fei leaning on the sofa leaning on a lemon slice. He was unhappy again.

"Why, then it's cloudy and sunny for a while?"

"I'm sour."

Zheng Feiyu flicked the lemon slice with his tongue.

He An took the lemon slice and threw it back into the tea cup: "Small belly chicken intestines."

"You tell me the truth, what did my brother do for you for no reason?" Zheng Feiyu couldn't help curiosity, trying to dig out the answer.

He An said, "Chat."

Zheng Feiyu didn't believe: "He doesn't know you, what can he talk about?"

He An laughed, sat down and took a piece of butterfly cake, slowly blowing the sugar grains: "We have sympathy for the sick, and we can talk a lot."

"Compassion for the sick ?!"

A **** red warning light flickered in front of Zheng Feiyan's eyes, accompanied by a harsh long beep: "What disease can you sympathize with?"

However, He An refused to answer. Ren Zhengfei went into trouble and laughed without saying a word. He was urged to see Lily of the Valley for a while, and he was urged to walk the dog. After being asked too much, he said something meaningful: "You will know later."

Who has the patience to wait later?

Zheng Feiyu was anxious, and he couldn't pull his face to call Zheng Feiyi to ask clearly, so he felt like a sullen man all afternoon.

At dusk, a more embarrassing man came to the door.

Mr. Zheng carried the fishing basket across most of the city, and personally came to Yanning to send him the catfish he caught from the back lake. What he said is also a character who is calling for the wind and rain. His sword is still old, his spirit is pleasing, and his debut, the Alpha field is a little stronger than Zheng Feiyu.

He An was the first time he saw him, and he shuddered slightly.

"Mr. Zheng is good."

He was not eager to squeeze into the door of Zheng's house as a daughter-in-law, and called "uncle" without opening his mouth. This "Mr. Zheng" is a respect to his elders from the younger generation.

Zheng Hongming likes young people with bright eyes, and unexpectedly sees that He An is kind of pleasing to the eye, and asks Zheng Feiyan: "What do you see?"

Zheng Feiyu nodded: "Yes."

"It's alive and well, it's better than I thought."

He also boasted a cold face, serious and contemptuous, as if he was not born to laugh, and compared with him, Zheng Feiyu looked much more cute.

Yan Ning came out of the tea room and saw Zheng Hongming, but he was not restrained at all, calmly greeted him, collected the fish, and handed it to Zhou Yan for soup.

Zheng Hongming was not good at courting people, but he couldn't pull down. He accompanied Yan Ning into the study with a little embarrassment, asked him what books he had read recently, and what interesting things happened to him in the school. Did the routine medical examination every year detect it? The problem ... Yan Ning was very skillful and responded one by one. He was gentle and friendly and could not make mistakes, but he just stopped at this most appropriate boundary, and he didn't want to be ambiguous any more.

Zheng Hongming had no choice but to sit and worry.

He An and Zheng Feiyu passed the study room and felt the distressing atmosphere permeated in the air. Without squinting, they fled the scene quickly. Just walking away, Zheng Feiyu suddenly pressed He An's shoulder and came to an extremely niche monkey: "You must not learn my dad!"