Chapter 373 Feng Nanshu is really jealous
It is not allowed to look at the backup phone, especially in broad daylight, in the cold.
Jiang Qin pinched Feng Nanshu's moist and cold face, stopped her cat-like curiosity, and led her out of the doorway of the teaching building. If passers-by could not tell the difference between friendship and love, they might think they were a couple.
Not long after, Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan also came down, accompanied by Kong Sisi, Duan Yan and Shao Xianghao who went to Jiang Qin's house for dinner that day. The group of seven followed the big flow and strolled around the snack street, billiard hall and black Internet cafe outside the door.
Although it was a holiday, many shops in the snack street were still open, and everyone was preparing to make another wave of money before the New Year.
What kind of sauce-flavored pancakes, Korean cold noodles, pan-fried buns, and hand-grabbed pancakes, the hot pots are steaming in the pale winter, and the aroma of food can arouse appetite in the dry and cold season.
Feng Nanshu has never seen these. Her high school life is always a straight line from home to school, so she is full of curiosity along the way and is confused about everything she sees.
"Just now... Chu Siqi cried in class, and no one dared to speak."
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Guo Zihang took the opportunity when Feng Nanshu went to the front to stroll and whispered: "She was crying silently at first, and then she saw you and Feng Nanshu taking pictures outside the window, and suddenly she couldn't hold it back. This is the first time I saw her cry."
Jiang Qin looked up at the bright sunshine in winter and sighed slightly: "The alma mater is going to be demolished. It is indeed sad to hear and cry. This shows that everyone is a person who values friendship."
"But everyone says that Chu Siqi cried because of you. She should regret it."
"When you liked her, she was so arrogant, but now she is crying so hard. There is not much sympathy for her in the class. There are only some sighs. Maybe they think things have changed."
At this moment, Feng Nanshu suddenly turned her little face and looked at Guo Zihang with a cold expression.
The rich young woman who had been aloof for three years felt so oppressive when she showed this expression. Her eyes were like a sharp sword with a pink handle.
Jiang Qin said, "Ah, congratulations, your New Year's money is gone."
Guo Zihang: "????"
Yang Shuan came over and patted him on the shoulder: "Old Guo, you are so confused. You dare to talk about anything, right? The New Year is coming soon. How come you still can't tell the difference between the big and small kings?"
"No, I don't mean anything else. Can I still be saved?"
"No, didn't you see my uncle's reaction? He didn't dare to answer your words."
"But I think I can try to save him again..."
Guo Zihang ran with his chubby body, chasing them all the way into the billiard hall, and then went to eat the most representative noodle soup of Chengnan High School.
It was a coincidence that they met Chu Siqi again while eating noodles, and there were Wang Huiru and Yu Shasha beside them. Chu's eyes were indeed a little red, proving that what Lao Guo said was true.
There was no way. After all, today was the day to return to high school. The topic would more or less involve regrets. When it came to the past, the atmosphere was invisibly full, and many of the resentments of the past became heavier and more difficult to get over.
For example, if I had studied hard at that time, if I had not broken up with him out of anger at that time, if I had not been addicted to games at that time.
Many people came to eat noodles with gravy, and many people said this, so Chu Siqi's mood fluctuated again, and her eyes stared straight at Jiang Qin.
"Add some more vinegar..."
Feng Nanshu murmured with a sullen face, pouring vinegar into the bowl with a bottle of vinegar.
Jiang Qin looked back, looked at the black soup in her bowl, and couldn't help swallowing.
"It seems that I can't eat it anymore." The rich woman looked at Jiang Qin confidently.
Jiang Qin narrowed his eyes: "Who told you to pour so much?"
"Jiang Qin, I'll eat yours, hey."
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Seeing this scene, Kong Sisi, Duan Yan and Shao Xianghao couldn't help but look at each other, thinking that the cold and aloof fairy girl was really jealous, and she looked like a little jealous.
After returning from Chengnan High School, the days soon came to the end of December. The snow in Jeju stopped for a week, and then it went down directly. The white sky and earth, combined with the red lanterns hung by the municipal department and various promotions in the mall, the New Year atmosphere instantly boiled in this small city.
What year-end clearance and New Year shopping specials, from morning to night, various floats used for promotion kept turning around on the street.
There are often children running around with incense on the roadside, and a firecracker exploded for the whole New Year.
On Friday morning, Jiang Qin took Feng Nanshu to the mall to buy couplets and lanterns, and called Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan, two free laborers, to drive all the way to the garden villa of the little rich woman.
According to Uncle Gong, Feng Nanshu's stepmother did not allow them to post Spring Festival couplets, so the villa had never posted couplets.
Jiang Qin said, "Fuck it," and then posted a blessing character.
"Jiang Qin, it's posted upside down."
"Well, this is blessing, a homophonic pun."
Feng Nanshu opened her little mouth, as if she had heard this kind of play for the first time, and the whole person looked silly and cute.
Jiang Qin pinched her little face, walked upstairs, and sneaked into Feng Nanshu's princess room for a visit.
It was very beautiful, very clean, and very big, but because it was very beautiful and clean, there was no life in the room at all. No wonder the little rich woman liked to go to his house.
Look at our little nest. Although it is not much bigger than the toilet, clothes are scattered everywhere and there is no pair of socks. This is what life is!
Yuan Youqin was not here. Otherwise, if she heard Jiang Qin's rebellious speech, the multi-millionaire boss Jiang would definitely sleep on the sofa.
Jiang Qin stretched out his hand and brushed across the desk. It seemed that he could see Feng Nanshu in high school, doing homework and reading novels, with a trace of desire for freedom in his innocent eyes.
When Boss Jiang returned to the first floor, he found that there was an extra Qin on the reception wall, which was pasted upside down like the Fu next to it, and Feng Nanshu was holding a brush. Judging from his expression, he seemed to be very satisfied with his work.
"Uncle Gong, thank you for the hospitality. I'm going home and will come to play next time." Feng Nanshu handed him the brush.
"Ah? Ah... Go home."
Uncle Gong was confused for a long time, and looked back at the huge villa, thinking, Miss, can you really tell where home is?
Jiang Qin watched Feng Nanshu run out, and couldn't help but raise his mouth: "Uncle Gong, come to my house for dinner on New Year's Eve?"
"Is it suitable?"
"It's suitable. My mother has changed a big table. It will be more lively with more people."
Uncle Gong pursed his lips a little: "Thank you, Master Jiang."
After Jiang Qin said goodbye to Uncle Gong, he called Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan and went out, and then caught up with the little rich woman: "How is it, are you happy today?"
"Happy, Uncle Gong's house is really beautiful, but our small one is also very cute."
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Feng Nanshu sat in the co-pilot seat and glanced at Jiang Qin, then shook the big jade bracelet on her hand.
Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan looked at each other in the back seat, thinking that they hadn't had lunch yet, so why were they a little full.
"What should we eat for lunch?"
Jiang Qin thought for a while: "Kangmailang instant noodles, upgraded version, 1.5 barrels."
Yang Shuan coughed: "Uncle, we eat instant noodles every day at school, and we are getting tired of it. Can we change to something else?"
"My Kangmailang is different from the one you had at school."
"Is it true?"
Jiang Qin nodded: "Well, there is no braised egg in mine."
Hearing this, Yang Shuan's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but think of the instant noodles he had eaten at Uncle Gou's house during the Spring Festival last year.
Just because Auntie loves to eat braised eggs, Uncle Gou made two barrels of braised eggs without braised eggs and one barrel of three braised eggs, and insisted that it was luck and not cheating.
Of course, Jiang Qin is not that stingy.
Feng Nanshu's villa was quite large. They spent four hours just pasting Spring Festival couplets. They were exhausted, so Jiang Qin took them to a restaurant and ordered a table of dishes as a reward.
The next day, Yuan Youqin got up early and arranged for Jiang Zhenghong and Jiang Qin to do the general cleaning. Jiang Zhenghong was responsible for the public areas outside, while Jiang Qin was responsible for the three bedrooms.
Then she and Feng Nanshu were responsible for making dumplings for the three days of the New Year.
At this time, there was snow outside the window, the heater was on in the house, and the TV was playing the review of the crosstalk and skits of previous years, "Three Whips", and the whole atmosphere was full of warmth.
After Yuan Youqin finished wrapping a circle, she couldn't help but look at Feng Nanshu who was sitting next to her.
She was pinching the dough and putting the dumpling filling in it, concentrating and serious, and pinching it quickly and well.
"It's amazing. Last year, I said that making dumplings by myself was too tiring, so I asked Jiang Qin to find me a daughter-in-law. This year, I have everything."
Yuan Youqin sighed secretly, and suddenly saw her son coming out of their bedroom with a broom and a roll of newspaper in his hand, which was rolled like a cylinder.
"What is this? It's so thick and stuffed under the bed? Don't want me to throw it away!" Jiang Qin stretched out his hand and shook it, looking proud.
Jiang Zhenghong was horrified: "You little bastard, how come you can find me no matter where I hide?"
"Hide?"
Yuan Youqin came back to her senses, her eyes suddenly became serious: "What did you hide?"
Jiang Zhenghong snatched the newspaper and stuffed it into his pocket: "No, nothing, I'm going to flush the toilet."
Feng Nanshu finished making a dumpling and looked at Yuan Youqin with curiosity: "Auntie, what is that?"
"Your uncle's private money has been saved for three or four years. He always says I thought I was very smart. Actually, I knew it a long time ago. I just pretended to be stupid. Hiding private money has almost become his hobby. I pretended not to know and played with him. "
"Auntie, I know, I also pretend to be stupid sometimes."
Yuan Youqin stretched out her hand and rubbed some flour on her little nose: "These men are sometimes very childish. They don't know how smart we women are."
Feng Nanshu nodded: "Jiang Qin is also very childish. He also likes to ride a rocking car."