Fantasy Westward Journey: My Big Anchor System

Feng Jun's sudden words were like a thunderclap in Shen Lin'er's ears, making her feel a little overwhelmed. Her delicate face instantly flushed with a beautiful blush, as tempting as a ripe apple. Her heartbeat also accelerated involuntarily, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

Shen Lin'er never thought that all this would come so suddenly. In fact, from the moment Feng Jun stood in front of her and protected her last time, Feng Jun's shadow had already left a mark in Shen Lin'er's heart.

The solid back and determined eyes were deeply imprinted in her heart. At this moment, Feng Jun's confession pushed this emotion to a climax.

In fact, it's not just Shen Lin'er, Feng Jun is the same. After these days of contact, Feng Jun's heart is gradually attracted to Shen Lin'er. Shen Lin'er's every frown and smile has left a deep impression in Feng Jun's heart. The relationship between the two is like a flower that blooms quietly, quietly exuding fragrance.

Many people can see that there is actually a thin veil between the two of them. This veil seems fragile, but no one has ever taken the initiative to pierce it. Maybe it's because they are afraid of losing, or maybe it's because they don't have enough courage. But in any case, the feelings between the two are there, growing silently.

Sometimes, love is like this, without a sensational plot or unforgettable experience. There is only warmth and mutual support in the ordinary. Their emotions are like a calm river, flowing slowly, neither fast nor slow. With the precipitation of time, the feelings become deeper and deeper, and finally come to fruition.

While Shen Lin'er was hesitating, Feng Jun's hand had already pressed on Shen Lin'er's soft hand, and his bright eyes were also staring at Shen Lin'er in front of him.

"By the way, if you really don't like it, I can accept it." Feng Jun said softly.

"No...no...but how can a boy confess like this, especially at a buffet in the village, and there are no flowers or gifts." Shen Lin'er glanced at Feng Jun with her beautiful eyes and said coquettishly.

"Well, it seems so. It was indeed a bit abrupt. I am like this. My brain suddenly went crazy and I felt that the time had come. If I don't express my feelings now, what will I do if the boss's wife is stolen away by someone else?

After all, there are many boys who are interested in my Lin'er, so I have to seize the opportunity.

As for the flower gift, I will make it up to you tomorrow. I will buy you your favorite blue roses, 999 of them, and a beautiful necklace. Didn't you fancy that Cartier heart-shaped rose gold necklace last time?

I bought it secretly later, intending to give it to you when I confess my love for you, but it was a little sudden today, so I was a little unprepared." Feng Jun said, scratching his head awkwardly.

Feng Jun also felt that today was a bit sudden. In fact, if Shen Lin'er hadn't mentioned not to use her as a bridge, Feng Jun wouldn't have confessed so abruptly. Feng Jun went out with Zhao Zhiheng a few days ago to buy a gift for Shen Lin'er and confess his love.

However, today, facing those aunts and those fellow villagers, Feng Jun also pulled Shen Lin'er out.

He also took the opportunity to confess his feelings, so many of the prepared things were placed in the house.

"Ah? Boss, did you really buy that necklace and plan to give it to me? Oh, even if you wanted to give it to me, now that you say that, I don't seem to be surprised anymore." Shen Lin'er said to Feng Jun with visible joy in her eyes.

"Uh, I forgot. I was a little too nervous. It's been a long time since I confessed to a girl. I kind of forgot how to fall in love." Feng Jun scratched his head and said.

"Hmph, forget it. Boss, you're not planning to hold my hand like this? How can we eat like this? Everyone is watching us." At this time, Shen Lin'er also found that everyone around her had been looking at her. The shyness on her face became even stronger, and she felt a little embarrassed to be stared at.

"Oh, let's eat first." Feng Jun also felt the gazes of the people around him at this time, and quickly let go of Shen Lin'er's hand.

The banquet started as scheduled, and everyone began to feast on the food. The villagers of Nanping Village also ate to their heart's content. Some villagers had already opened bottles of wine and started toasting each other.

Feng Jun and his group were also eating with their mouths drooling. The quality of the dishes this time was quite good. Feng Jianhua specially found the city's top buffet chef team to cook the dishes. The taste was the best among all the many buffets Feng Jun had ever eaten.

Just as Feng Jun was enjoying his meal, a man of similar age to Feng Jun came up to him with a glass of wine.

"Feng Jun, thank you for renovating the village ancestral hall this time. Thank you for setting up a buffet so that the villagers can have a good meal."

The person who was speaking was none other than Feng Jun's former neighbor Liang Weiming. Feng Jun had met Liang Weiming once before when he went to the computer city in the city to buy a computer. Even during that meeting, there was some unpleasantness between the two of them.

Now seeing Liang Weiming coming to him on his own initiative, Feng Jun did not show too much impatience, and his expression was as calm as before.

"You're welcome. We are from the same village. It's our duty to contribute to the village. Besides, this time it was mainly my father who did it. It has nothing to do with me." Feng Jun said while holding up his wine glass and looking at Liang Weiming.

Liang Weiming was somewhat surprised by Feng Jun's calmness. After all, when the two met some time ago, Liang Weiming had ridiculed Feng Jun.

This time, Liang Weiming mustered up his courage to find Feng Jun. He was prepared to be ridiculed and teased by Feng Jun. He had even expected Feng Jun to jump out and shout "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west" like the protagonist in many TV dramas.

But what Liang Weiming didn't expect was that Feng Jun didn't get angry, and didn't even mock him verbally.

For a moment, Liang Weiming was stunned, and he didn't know how to express the words he had prepared long ago.

"What's wrong?" Feng Jun looked at Liang Weiming and asked.

Feng Jun was definitely not a broad-minded person, but he was definitely not the kind of person who would quibble over trivial matters. He was already thirty years old, and Feng Jun was no longer like those young boys who would return a mockery tenfold or even a hundredfold.

Although this is very satisfying, it is completely incompatible with the way adults deal with the world. Especially after getting involved in live broadcasting, there are many viewers who make fun of him every day. If Feng Jun has to fight back again and again, he will not be able to survive. He can only do nothing else every day and fight against the trolls.