Chapter 353 Already sitting on my lap
I want to hug her, I want to hug her, I want to hug her whenever we meet!
Jiang Qin looked at the arrogant little rich woman and thought to himself that you are fantasizing about some restricted things to your good friends all day long.
Feng Nanshu was also looking at Jiang Qin at this time. He didn't know why he squinted his eyes at him, so he couldn't hold it back for a while. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he groaned and punched him.
Seeing the rare emotional expression of the little rich woman, Jiang Qin couldn't help laughing, then reached out and pulled her in, and closed the door by the way.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Yuan Youqin's eyes shifted from the TV, and her eyes lit up instantly.
"Huh? Nanshu, why are you here?"
"Auntie, I, I miss you a little."
Feng Nanshu walked in, holding the backpack straps tightly with both hands, with a nervous expression, and pursed her rosy lips after speaking.
At the same time, Jiang Qin, who came in with her, was also slightly stunned, and suddenly realized that this seemed to be the first time that the little rich woman directly said that she missed someone.
Yes, it was the first time.
Because the only sentence "Brother, I miss you" on his QQ was sent by Gao Wenhui, the fool.
From the little rich woman's current eyes, she seemed to have never said this to others, and she was not sure whether she was qualified to miss someone, and she didn't know what kind of response her mother would have after hearing it. She was looking forward to it, but also afraid.
But fortunately, Feng Nanshu thought of the right person this time, because Yuan Youqin missed her too.
She wanted a daughter since she was young, and it was not until 20 years later that she found the feeling of having a daughter. This daughter is also well-behaved and beautiful, and she said she missed her. The stone heart is about to be warmed now.
Yuan Youqin's eyes softened and became a little moist: "Raising a daughter is better than raising a son. You miss me after just one day of not seeing me. It's all Jiang Zhenghong's fault. He is not good enough!"
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Jiang Zhenghong was shaving in the bathroom at this time. He was stunned when he heard this sentence. He thought, what does this have to do with me?
Jiang Qin was also stunned. He thought, Mom, you make me worthless like this!
"Nanshu, come and sit next to Auntie."
As Yuan Youqin's voice sounded, Feng Nanshu's hand holding the shoulder bag strap suddenly loosened, then she pursed her lips and sat down next to Yuan Youqin obediently, her eyes were full of joy.
This is a give-and-take emotion. Only this kind of miss that can be responded to is valuable.
It really looks like a mother and daughter. The dog son who has lost his sense of existence is a little sour.
Five minutes later, when Jiang Zhenghong finished shaving, the family of four went downstairs to eat, and then Jiang Qin prepared to go back to school, taking the little rich woman with him.
The couple sent them to the gate, watched them get in the car, and waited until they turned the corner before retracting their gaze.
"If Feng Nanshu is not your daughter-in-law in the future, how sad you will be." Jiang Zhenghong couldn't help sighing.
Yuan Youqin turned his head to look at him, his eyes became a little sharp: "What are you talking about? Hurry up and spit."
"Okay, okay, spit."
"Pooh three times, spit three times, and your crow mouth will be ineffective, understand?"
Seeing that the nervous expression on his wife's face was not a joke, Jiang Zhenghong took a deep breath and spit loudly, scaring the passers-by on bicycles.
Yuan Youqin looked at him in disbelief: "Didn't we agree on three times? Didn't you just spit once?"
Jiang Zhenghong was stunned for a moment: "With the two spit just now, it's three times?"
"Why are you pretending to be good at math at this critical moment? Spit three more times, hurry up."
"Spit, spit, spit!"
After hearing that Jiang Zhenghong had spit enough, Yuan Youqin breathed a sigh of relief, as if a big stone hanging in her heart had suddenly fallen to the ground, and turned back to the hotel.
Jiang Zhenghong didn't know whether to cry or laugh. She thought that her son was just like her, so superstitious. If spitting, spitting, spitting, spitting was useful, wouldn't the world have been peaceful long ago?
However, as a man who has been married for many years, Lao Jiang deeply knows that this sentence cannot be said. When encountering things, he doesn't give in to anger, and everything is right, right, right. This is the philosophy of life of a mature man when facing his wife.
Old Jiang pulled up his trouser legs, squatted downstairs and smoked a cigarette, then slowly went upstairs and found Yuan Youqin was on the phone.
"Nanshu, have you arrived at school?"
"Auntie, we're all sitting on your legs."
"Huh?"
Yuan Youqin held up the phone and didn't quite understand the second half of Feng Nanshu's sentence. It was easy to understand if she was sitting on the bed in the dormitory, but what about sitting on your legs?
While Ms. Yuan was thinking, she tried to sit her legs under her buttocks, and she almost got a cramp.
Just then, there was a rustling sound from the other end of the phone, and Feng Nanshu in the receiver had been replaced by Jiang Qin.
"It's nothing, mom, the little rich woman is a little silly, she doesn't know what she's talking about, I'll hang up first, I'm busy."
"Come early tomorrow, don't miss the wedding." Yuan Youqin couldn't help but said.
"Got it. I'll drive over tomorrow. You and my dad just need to wait at the entrance of the hotel."
In 207 of Entrepreneurship Base, Jiang Qin's left hand was hugging Feng Nanshu's slender waist, and his right hand hung up the phone: "Why do you tell the truth? My mother will misunderstand that our friendship is not pure."
The little rich woman was sitting on her good friend's legs at this time, her body seemed to soften and shrank in his arms. She watched him hang up her phone without saying a word, and rubbed her little head against her good friend's neck twice.
Since the National Day holiday, plus the few days when Jiang Qin's mother was here, Feng Nanshu had never caught the opportunity to be hugged by him. Now she finally got what she wanted. She was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to speak.
"Why don't we go to the maple forest?"
"The weather will get colder and colder in the future. The maple forest is windy. You will catch a cold sooner or later if you go there."
Feng Nanshu nodded: "Brother, you are so thoughtful."
Jiang Qin narrowed his eyes instantly: "Don't slander me. I didn't think about hugging you or anything. I just considered it from the perspective of physical health."
"I foolishly believed you."
"Oh, good friends are so easy to coax."
Jiang Qin was feeling proud, but suddenly felt a pain in his neck. He lowered his head and found that Feng Nanshu was pouting her pink little mouth. Her beautiful little face showed a silly temperament, and there was a trace of saliva on her lips.
Is she planted strawberries again? Boss Jiang covered his neck and thought that he almost forgot about it after not seeing her for so long. This is a little goblin who can bite people.
"Jiang Qin, don't block it, show it to me." Feng Nanshu tilted her neck to take a look.
Jiang Qin reached out and pressed her little head: "You regard this thing as a trophy, right? You have to take another look after you are done."
"Just take a look."
"..."
Boss Jiang didn't know what interest the little rich woman had awakened. She liked to stamp her good friends with her own stamps, and after stamping, she had to appreciate it, just like a criminal returning to the crime scene to appreciate his masterpiece.
After appreciating it, the little rich woman's head sank and she shrank back into his arms, breathing softly as if she was asleep.
Jiang Qin thought she was really asleep several times, turned his head to look over, but found that her beautiful eyes were brighter than the stars, staring at him motionlessly.
"You always stamp me, can I stamp you too?"
"Okay." Feng Nanshu answered without hesitation, and her voice was very crisp.
"You said that?"
Jiang Qin lowered his head and leaned towards her fair neck. He immediately smelled the elegant fragrance of the rich woman, which was like lily of the valley after rain. To him, this fragrance was like a match thrown into a pile of cotton, which could instantly ignite a blazing fire.
Realizing that he couldn't bear it at all, Boss Jiang panicked for a moment, thinking that it was a close call, and they almost weren't friends. So he casually took a receipt for filling out an expense account from the table and slapped it on Feng Nanshu's forehead, causing her to scream "Ah".
"Okay, you are frozen and can't move."
Feng Nanshu tried nervously, then looked at him: "I am not frozen, I can still move."
Jiang Qin looked at her seriously: "Can't you pretend?"
"Okay, I am frozen, I can't move."
"How childish..."
Jiang Qin said with a look of disdain, and then posted a note to himself, and then leaned on the sofa, hugged the soft little rich woman and fell into the motionless game.
"Whoever moves first is a puppy."
Feng Nanshu's voice suddenly sounded: "Jiang Qin, you are a puppy."
Jiang Qin added the rules: "Moving your mouth doesn't count, otherwise how can you communicate?"
"But your backup phone moved."
"Illusion, everything is an illusion..."
Feng Nanshu didn't move, but her little mouth couldn't help but pursed, thinking that it was definitely not an illusion.
At night, Linchuan welcomed another autumn rain, and the chill instantly enveloped Linchuan University.
It was already late autumn, and as long as there was wind and rain in the sky, large pieces of fallen leaves would fall in the school, and the bleak smell would sneak into the campus with the wind.
On the dark and wet college road, the dim street lights lit up one after another, flashing a bright white in the puddles on the road, but the dampness in the air made the passing students speed up their pace, and few people would stop by the roadside.
At this time, Jiang Qin ran from the roadside with Feng Nanshu, all the way to the girls' dormitory of the School of Finance, and after sending her in, he ran back to the dormitory quickly.
What he didn't expect was that Zhou Chao was the only one in the dormitory, reading a novel with a desk lamp on.
"Why are you alone here? Where are Lao Ren and Lao Cao?"
"They are dating."
"You are really not doing your job. Wouldn't it be better to make friends with this time?"
Jiang Qin took off his wet clothes, shivered and got into bed.
Zhou Chao looked back at the position of bed No. 1 and couldn't help sighing. He thought that with Jiang Ge's stubbornness, it would be difficult to eat his food before graduation.