Chapter 28

Although Feng Yi looked bright and sunny all day, he was actually very delicate and sensitive inside. After being told by his mother, he stopped playing basketball on weekends and found two families to be one-on-one tutors.

In addition to being busy with his studies, he has to re-read high school textbooks, prepare lessons, give lectures, and summarize knowledge points. There is basically no time for rest.

By New Year's Eve, scholarships, tutoring fees, and prize money from the last competition added up to a fortune.

He went to the luxury store in the mall for a walk again, and in the end, he picked up his eyes and didn't buy anything.

Going back to the dormitory, he was paralyzed on the bed, and with a frown on his face, Monsan looked at him with a chestnut: "Why are you so busy and sentimental all day?"

Feng Yi: "You don't understand."

Mengsan refused to accept it. He was also the author of three romance novels with female surnames, and he picked Feng Yi up like a dead dog: "You can't do this, you are trying so hard to make money and you just want to buy her a gift in the end, but Does this make sense? Does buying a gift prove anything? Prove that you are mature? Prove that you are responsible? Prove that you are not worse than her ex-boyfriend?"

A series of questions made Feng Yi dizzy, and he covered his face in a collapsed manner: "Then what can I do, I'm only eighteen years old, and I can't do anything about my mother's delay in giving birth to me."

Monsan patted his hairy head: "You're a little too pessimistic, young man trapped in love. I don't think it's a bad thing for you to be young. What's wrong with being young? , When it comes to love, women will like it when it comes to love." He changed his words suddenly, "However, you still have to be careful sometimes."

Feng Yi bounced off the bed, got off the bed in a hurry and poured a cup for the boss: "Please."

Monsan shook his finger: "There are only those kinds of men who are popular nowadays. Those who are gentle and comfortable, those who are mature and steady, those who are domineering and dark-bellied, and those who are humorous. Which do you think you are?"

Feng Yi felt a sense of crisis: "It doesn't count."

"It's not a big deal either, the main thing is that none of these types seem to have a big disadvantage for you."

Feng Yi sucked in a breath of cold air.

"People's liking is liking. It is romantic, it is delicate, and it is warm. Your liking gives people the feeling of a gorilla."

"What do you mean?"

"Your liking is like the kind of gorilla thumping wildly while yelling 'I like you' in a rough voice."

Feng Yi thought about it carefully: "Ah! It's really similar!"

Monsan patted him on the shoulder: "So, hold back, be restrained and steady, understand?"

Feng Yi nodded bitterly, and didn't dare to pretend to be dead on the bed, so he sat obediently at the table and read a book.

Looking forward to looking forward to the New Year's Day holiday, the class carried out team building activities a few days in advance, and climbed the mountain to take pictures for the superior poor.

After climbing to the top of the mountain to take pictures, seeing a huge marriage tree, the girls were all excited and ran over to see Feng Yi following.

Monsanto simply didn't see it.

But Feng Yi didn't feel ashamed at all. After paying for the red cloth strip, he began to think about what he wanted.

The goddess in the class came over and chatted with him: "Feng Yi, are you asking for your marriage with your girlfriend?"

Feng Yi saw that the visitor was a little familiar, and replied friendly: "Yes."

The goddess didn't give up, even if she knew that he had a girlfriend, it would be difficult for her to let go of Feng Yi. Feng Yi has good grades, good looks, loves sports and love, and his advantages can be listed in a long list. He is the best boy she has ever met, and she is really unwilling.

"I heard them say that you like small animals very much, and there was a cat in your dormitory before."

Feng Yi was thinking about his wish, and absently replied: "Well, it's alright."

The goddess was unhappy: "Will you and your girlfriend get married?"

This question is really abrupt, Feng Yi gave her a strange look: "It depends on whether she is willing to marry me."

The goddess's face was not very good-looking, and she said with a smile: "You are only eighteen years old, why are you thinking about getting married? Isn't there a seven-year gap between the two of you? It's not appropriate to have children with such a big age difference."

Feng Yi put down the red cloth strip and turned to look at her with a frown.

The goddess's heart burst.

Feng Yi, although he doesn't like to be with the classmates in his class, is very friendly and polite. He doesn't talk sloppily or talk about dirty jokes. He is helpful and respects female surnames. .

Feng Yi really didn't get angry, he just looked at her strangely: "What is marriage to you?"

"Huh?" She didn't respond.

"Marriage, to me, is a promise made to each other by two people who love each other enough. It is a love relationship that cannot satisfy their love for each other. I hope to use the law to give each other their own family status. It is support, companionship, and abandonment of selfishness. Let’s give each other courage and freedom of mind. This has nothing to do with having children or not. Having children is a choice, not the ultimate goal.”

He couldn't hear her yin and yang weirdness: "You are a girl, and some ideas and concepts should not be there."

He paused and said, "If you have a good opinion of me, I am very grateful, but I have a sweetheart, you should pay attention in the future."

After finishing speaking, she took the cloth and left, leaving her standing there alone, blushing and white.

Therefore, men's "don't understand" is just unwilling to use their brains. As long as they really care, their brains will turn faster than anyone else.

Feng Yi's mood was not affected by strange people. After Jing Xin thought about dozens of wishes, she finally chose the most conventional one to write.

Taking advantage of his height, he chose the branch on the sunny side and tied the red cloth strips high, superstitiously hoping that this wish would have a better chance of being realized.

The cold wind blew lightly, and the red cloth fluttered in the wind, revealing the neat words Xiu on it:

"I hope Qiao Li can love me, just a little less than I love her."

Perhaps Monsanto missed a shortcoming of being young - sometimes hopelessly naive.

As soon as the next day's class was over, Feng Yi couldn't wait to buy a ticket to go back to Z City, and it was already eleven o'clock in the evening when he arrived at Qiao Li's house.

Between "go home in despair to see Qiao Li tomorrow" and "Even if Qiao Li is angry, I have to rely on her", Feng Yi thought for a long 0.5 seconds, and finally chose the latter.

Qiao Li was still making the year-end report and didn't fall asleep. Seeing through the cat's eyes that it was Feng Yi, she opened the door for him and asked in surprise, "Why did you come back without saying a word?"

He really wanted to jump up and hug her, but thinking about what Monsan said about being introverted and mature, he choked back and pressed his eyebrows: "It's not a big deal, just go home and don't need to inform you. Bar."

Qiao Li thought he was weird, so she ignored him and found him slippers.

He slowly changed his shoes and took off his jacket, like an old couple who have been married for 20 years: "I'm going to take a hot bath."

Qiao Li frowned: "What happened to you?"

"It's okay, I'm going to take a shower." He slipped into the bathroom nervously.

He closed the door and cheered for himself: "yes! Mature and restrained people have stabilized!"

Qiao Li looked at the tightly closed bathroom door:?

After spraying the scent of his own wash, Feng Yi disliked being masculine enough, and stood under the shower head for a long time, choking off the scent before going out.

Then sat on the bed and watched Qiao Li concentrate on her work for half an hour.

In order to seduce Qiao Li, he only wrapped a bath towel around his lower body and sat behind her and shivered resentfully.

Punch her!

No, no, hold on.

bash her bash her!

Do not!Feng Yi!The character can't be broken!

Thump her Thump her Thump her!

The manic gorilla villain prevailed, Feng Yi threw Qiao Li down, buried his head in her neck and rubbed wildly.

Ah~ it's comfortable~

Qiao Li: ???Did he take the wrong medicine today?