The Strongest Son-in-law: God-level Choice

Ji Feng's cough made Yu Xinxin nervous all of a sudden, and she glared at Ji Feng with a small expression warning Ji Feng not to be too busy.

The anxious Yu Manli at the gate heard Ji Feng's light cough, she turned to look at Ji Feng, of course she didn't know Ji Feng, but she took a few steps to get close to Ji Feng.

"Trouble to ask, have you seen such a tall little girl, that's my daughter, fourteen years old, she should have just run out." She approached Ji Feng and even said with gestures.

Ji Feng smiled and said nothing, raised his hand and pointed to the back of the Mercedes-Benz.

Sell ​​directly to Xinxin.

Yu Manli turned her head to look, and Yu Xinxin hid to the other side of the car.

"Yu Xinxin. How dare you run!" Yu Manli shouted and walked over quickly.

Yu Xinxin slapped the cat on her waist and went around the car to hide from her mother. She wanted to run, but Ji Feng had already walked to the car and grabbed the hat of Yu Xinxin's fat clothes, and Yu Xinxin lifted it up.

Yu Manli, who was walking around the car, saw it, and quickly came back, grabbing Yu Xinxin's wrist.

"Damn girl, are you playing hide-and-seek with me? I'm really going to be **** off by you." Yu Manli was furious.

Yu Xinxin's eyes were red, but she didn't argue with her mother.

Instead, she stared at Ji Feng, she didn't know what was going on with this young man, but she betrayed herself even though she knew her.

"Thank you, thank you." Yu Manli said thank you to Ji Fenglian again. She was also in a hurry. She had never quarreled with her daughter so fiercely. Her daughter turned her head and ran away. It was the first time she wanted to run away from home.

"You don't need to thank me, it's your job." Ji Feng had already let go of Yu Xinxin's hat, and asked with a smile in his pocket, "Did you quarrel again over painting?"

"Yes, eh?" Yu Manli subconsciously wanted to answer, followed by a stunned look.

She didn't know the young man in front of her, but the young man in front of her seemed to know the two of them. He even knew how to draw?

"Who are you?" Yu Manli asked hesitantly and uncertainly. She looked up and down at Ji Feng. She looked like a rich young man of the second generation with a suit and a watch. Yu Manli looked at it. I know it's expensive.

Ji Feng was still holding the Mercedes-Benz car key in her left hand, and she saw it too.

Yu Manli looked around and couldn't remember who the young man was in front of her.

"Didn't you send me a lot of Xinxin's sketches on and off these days, as well as her self-portrait and the sketches she drew for you." Ji Feng smiled remindingly.

Yu Manli was stunned for a moment, and then reacted at once.

"You, you are Fenglin." She was very surprised, surprised, but a little afraid to recognize it because Ji Feng was too young.

"Xinxin draws very well, I can recognize you at a glance." Ji Feng said again with a smile.

"Mr. Fenglin, it's really you, you are so young."

"Let's get to know you formally, Ji Feng."

"Mr. Ji, hello, hello, my name is Yu Manli, this is my daughter Yu Xinxin."

The two shook hands and officially met.

Yu Manli was very happy. After she finished speaking, she pulled her daughter and said, "Xinxin. This is the teacher Fenglin I told you. Call me now."

Yu Xinxin didn't say a word, just stood still with a very childish pestle, stared at Ji Feng with red eyes, and looked like he wanted to stare at Ji Feng to death.

She was even more angry.

Because this time Yu Manli and Yu Xinxin suddenly had a big fight, it was because of Ji Feng.

More than ten minutes ago, after Ji Feng and Yu Manli spoke on the phone, Yu Manli began to prepare. It was the first time the teacher came, and it was hard to say whether he could teach.

She naturally wanted her daughter to perform well. Not only did she want her daughter Yu Xinxin to find all the sketches in the past, but she also warned her daughter Yu Xinxin not to make the teacher angry again, otherwise she would be fine and say a few harsh words.

As for painting, Yu Xinxin has long been reluctant to learn. During her rebellious period, she argued a few words with her mother, and they went back and forth. The two began to quarrel.

Then happened what Ji Feng saw when he arrived at the gate of the community.

It was also because of this situation that Yu Manli hurriedly followed her daughter, who slammed the door. Naturally, she didn't have her cell phone. The cell phone was at home.

So Ji Feng called her, but no one answered.

Yu Xinxin stared at Ji Feng.

I had a very bad impression of Ji Feng. It's worse now.

In her little head, she had already started to figure out how to drive away this boring teacher. No, she had to teach her a lesson before driving away.

"This child..." Seeing Yu Xinxin's speechless appearance. Yu Manli said a word, it is not good to reprimand it any more, after all, it is on the side of the street.

"Mr. Ji, let's go up and talk, you see, let's see a joke." Yu Manli said to Ji Feng.

"Success." Ji Feng nodded.

A few minutes later.

Century Garden Community, three-unit room.

It has a total area of ​​120 square meters, with three bedrooms and two living rooms. It is well decorated. Although it does not have the feeling of luxurious and exquisite "model room", it is very warm and full of family life.

The house is very big, but it has always been lived by only Yu Manli and Yu Xinxin.

Ji Feng looked around after entering the door.

"Mr. Ji, slippers." Yu Manli took the slippers for Ji Feng.

Yu Xinxin, who was pulled back by force, threw off her mother's hand as soon as she got home, went back to her room angrily, and slammed the door shut.

A loud "bang" sounded.

"This child." Yu Manli muttered and sighed, but she didn't go to train her daughter because Ji Feng was here.

If she quarrels with her daughter again, and let Ji Feng see it, then the matter of asking Ji Feng to be a tutor will be out of the question.

"Mr. Ji, sit here!" Yu Manli asked Ji Feng politely.

The next over an hour.

Yu Manli poured tea for Ji Feng and brought fruit to Ji Feng.

Then he said good things to his daughter. He showed Ji Feng a lot of pictures that Yu Xinxin had painted before.

Yu Manli was particularly warm and polite, because she felt that Ji Feng was either a rich second-generation rich with excellent tutors, or a talented young painter.

Otherwise, Ji Feng couldn't look so rich.

The possibility of a combination of the two is also very high.

Yu Manli has no doubts about Ji Feng's painting skills.

She believes that Ji Feng, like those famous old gentlemen, is a master who is not short of money. Whether he is willing to teach students must depend on whether the students are good or not, not how much money he gives.

"Mr. Ji, you see this is what Xinxin drew in kindergarten when she was five years old. She didn't learn it at that time, but she was better at drawing than other children. The teacher praised her..." Yu Manli handed it to Ji Fengyi again. The sheets of paper are a little yellowed.

It is not a sketch, but a watercolor, and the painting is naturally very childlike.

Ji Feng took it over and looked at it, smiled and said, "It's really talented, and the painting is very imaginative."

What should be shown to Ji Feng is almost done.

Yu Manli looked at the watch on the wall.

"Mr. Ji, let's have lunch together. I'll cook it now. After lunch, let's talk to you again?"

"Okay." Ji Feng nodded.

Yu Manli smiled all of a sudden, and gestured again: "Teacher Ji, please sit first, you can take a look at it, the studio is that one, and I'll cook now."

After speaking, Yu Manli went to the kitchen

Ji Feng stood up, took out his mobile phone, flipped through it, put his mobile phone in his pocket again, and walked to the studio.

The studio is not small, it's a little messy, the chairs are racked with drawing boards, and there are a lot of pencils in the box on the table.

Ji Feng entered the studio and looked at it casually.

At the same time, the door of the adjoining bedroom opened a crack.

Yu Xinxin observed the living room before fully opening the door. She could hear voices in the kitchen, and after a little search, she saw Ji Feng in the studio with her back to the door.

She entered the studio and closed the door directly.

And leaned against the door, as if blocking Ji Feng.

Ji Feng turned around and glanced at Yu Xinxin.

"Oh! What are you hitting me for? Don't hit me!" Yu Xinxin said in a frightened and aggrieved tone.