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Seeing Qin Feng's constipated expression, Qin Yaru whispered: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Qin Feng shook his head, kissed Song Yaru heavily on the forehead and said, "It's comfortable, it's so comfortable."

Hearing what Qin Feng said, Song Yaru smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, my Monkey King."

"What do you mean?" Qin Feng asked suspiciously.

“I used to often imagine that one day in the future a man would drive a colorful auspicious cloud and come to save me when I was in the most critical moment.

Zixia guessed the beginning but not the ending, but I was different. I guessed both the beginning and the ending.

Thank you, thank you for showing up when I was most helpless. You are my Monkey King. "

"Maybe I'm not as good as you think." Qin Feng said softly after hesitating for a moment.

"It doesn't matter whether you are good or not, as long as I think you are good," Song Yaru said with a sweet smile.

Qin Feng felt a ripple in his heart when he heard this, looked directly at Song Yaru and said, "If I were a very bad and bad person, would you still be willing to follow me?"

"People say that if you marry a chicken, you will follow the dog. If you marry a monkey, you will wander all over the mountain. No matter how bad you are, just be good to me.

You kill people, I dig holes, and we become a couple of thieves together. I think it’s pretty good. "Song Yaru said word for word.

Qin Feng nodded, took Song Yaru into his arms and said, "Well, go to sleep."

Until this moment, Qin Feng has not completely let go. What he fears most in the end of the world is the Holy Mother. He still has the last test.

If Song Yaru can pass, he will truly accept this person.

Early the next morning, Qin Lei and his sister came upstairs.

Qin Feng glanced at everyone and then took out a board of capsules from his pocket and said: "This is ibuprofen sustained-release capsules. I don't need to say more about the efficacy of the medicine. Xiaoru has already experienced it personally.

Xiaoru, I will give you this capsule now. I hope you won’t disappoint me. Xiaolei, please help me from the side and don’t let some irrelevant people cause trouble. Do you understand what I mean? "

Hearing what Qin Feng said, Qin Lei immediately understood the meaning of Qin Feng's words, so he nodded and said: "Brother Feng, don't worry, nothing will go wrong."

Qin Feng nodded and looked at Song Yaru and said, "I believe in you, and I hope you won't disappoint me."

Song Yaru took the medicine with trembling hands, nodded heavily and said, "I will remember what I said, don't worry."

How can someone who can become a university professor be just an ordinary person? Song Yaru instantly understood the meaning of Qin Feng's words.

No wonder Qin Feng asked that inexplicable question last night. She understood that this time was a test for her, a test of whether she could truly integrate into Qin Feng's circle.

"Xiao Lei, take this, so you can contact me if you need anything. The channel is 1 and I have already adjusted it." Qin Feng took out a walkie-talkie from the bedroom and handed it to Qin Lei.

"Okay, Brother Feng." Qin Lei nodded heavily after taking the walkie-talkie.

After Song Yaru and Qin Lei left together, looking at Father Song who was restless, Qin Feng said casually: "Old man, the other day I heard that Liu San say that Xiaoru is a university professor? What does he teach?"

Hearing Qin Feng mention his daughter, Qin's father suddenly showed a smile on his face and said, "She teaches classical literature."

Originally just to relieve the embarrassment, Qin Feng had nothing to say and said again: "Old man, you are still from a scholarly family. I would like to ask you, I wonder what you did before?"

"I, it's not worth mentioning, I used to be an archaeologist, but later I changed my profession and became an appraiser."

"Appraiser? Which aspect? Cultural relics? Jewelry? Gold?" Qin Feng asked quickly.

"It's all involved. I know a little bit about this." Father Song said modestly.

However, what Qin Feng didn't know was that before the end of the world, Father Song was a nationally famous appraiser, a top-notch person in almost every aspect.

Qin Feng naturally knew about this modesty culture, so he looked at Father Song and said seriously: "Uncle Song, tell me whether you are proficient in this aspect or not. This is very important to me."

At first he was called "Hey", then he was called "old uncle", and now he is called "Uncle Song". It can be seen that the status of Father Song is rising in Qin Feng's heart.

Father Song didn't pay much attention to the title. Although Qin Feng asked this, he didn't understand what it meant, but as a strong man in the field, he naturally has that kind of arrogance.

So he looked directly at Qin Feng and said: "Since you asked, let me boast. Whether it is jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and painting, or gold, I never make a mistake. If I make a mistake, I will take my head off and use it as a ball." Kick."

Hearing what Father Song said, Qin Feng almost knelt down in front of him. What he lacked most now was a professional appraiser like this.

Gold is nothing, it is rubbish compared to those antiques that easily cost hundreds of millions. In the final analysis, the reason why he exchanged gold was not because he didn't understand and was afraid of being deceived.

Although Qin Feng was excited, he was still ready to give it a try.

"Mengmeng, your brother got some gold again a few days ago, right?"

"Well, Brother Feng, there is a big box full again, more than last time." Qin Mengmeng said quickly.

"Okay, I'll go downstairs with you to get it."

Not long after, Qin Feng walked in dragging a large wooden box.

"Uncle Song, please give me some help." After saying that, Qin Feng opened the wooden box, and instantly a golden light shone into the room.

Although Qin Feng didn't understand why he collected these things, Father Song didn't ask any more questions.

Unlike the appraisers on the side who were knocking and hammering, Mr. Song just took the jewelry gold bar in his hand, weighed it, glanced at it a few times, and then he was able to give a rough idea.

The little girl on the side didn't think so. After all, in his heart, a box of gold was not as valuable as a piece of meat.

However, at this time, Qin Feng was so shocked that he couldn't control himself for a long time. What is called cattle, this is called cattle, and what is called professional, this is called professional.

Without any tools at all, just with a pair of hands and a pair of naked eyes, you can speak exactly like Huangfuchuan. How awesome is that?

"Uncle Song, I now officially hire you as my chief treasure appraiser. Uh, the reward is up to you."

Qin Feng originally wanted to say how much money he would give, but suddenly thought that asking for money would be useless in the apocalypse, so he changed the subject.

Unexpectedly, Father Song said with tears in his eyes: "There is no reward for anything.

I'm already an old man, so what else can I ask for? I don't want anything, just be nice to Xiaoru. You don't know how much Xiaoru has suffered in the past few years.

I can't guarantee anything else, but one thing is, Xiaoru is definitely a good girl, I dare to swear to God. "