Ning Qiluo retorted confidently, "Just because I'm poor, does that mean I don't deserve to have a boyfriend?!"
"It's not that I don't deserve it!"
Su Jiusheng explained seriously, "I'm just marveling that there are still men in this world who don't care about money."
Ning Qiluo frowned and tried to reason with him: "Do you think everyone is as materialistic as you? I may be poor, but I have ambition. You know, where there's a will, there's a way! Besides, I'm beautiful. If he can't get my money, he can get my looks."
Jiang Yingchi: "..."
Yeah, I like you because you look good.
You are the cutest picture.
You want to kill me?
After Ning Qiluo finished speaking, she realized that she was standing in front of Jiang Yingchi.
However, boyfriend and fiancé are the same in nature.
It's not wrong to say he's her boyfriend.
She looked up at him and asked, "Jiang Yingchi, did you forget something and come back to get it?"
Jiang Yingchi responded with a "Mm".
Ning Qiluo said, "What is it? I'll help you find it. Is it your phone, or...?"
Jiang Yingchi: "It's you."
The sudden flick of her wrist caused Ning Qiluo to flinch.
"puff……"
Su Jiusheng, who was slurping noodles in the video, laughed loudly: "You poor wretch, your boyfriend actually doesn't want your money."
Ning Qiluo glared at Su Jiusheng and yelled at the screen, "I'm hanging up!"
"Hey, wait a minute!" Su Jiusheng quickly interrupted, but he was speaking to Jiang Yingchi: "Hey, you poor girl's boyfriend, you come back and see your girlfriend video chatting with a strange man. Don't you have any thoughts about that?"
Ning Qiluo: Oh no! She forgot to avoid suspicion!
Will Jiang Yingchi feel that she cheated on him?
I was just thinking about it.
Jiang Yingchi's cold gaze swept across the room, only glancing at Su Jiusheng in the video: "Your appearance doesn't make me feel any sense of crisis."
Holy crap!
One strike to kill!
Su Jiusheng: Suddenly the instant noodles in front of me don't taste so good anymore...
The video call ended.
Ning Qiluo looked down at the shopping bag Jiang Yingchi was carrying: "What are you carrying?"
"Ingredients for making cakes," he said.
"Ingredients for making a cake?" Ning Qiluo looked at him. "Are you making a cake?"
Jiang Yingchi: "You said you wanted to eat it."
Ning Qiluo: "..."
She remembered.
She had casually mentioned wanting to eat a cake made by Jones, but Jones wasn't there, and then Jiang Yingchi left.
Unexpectedly, he went to buy ingredients to make a cake for her.
Jiang Yingchi carried the ingredients to the kitchen, and Ning Qiluo followed behind him like a little follower. When she saw him hand her an apron, she said, "Help me tie this on."
"oh."
Ning Qiluo took the apron, adjusted it, and wrapped it around his waist, intending to tie it behind his back.
He pressed her down: "Tie it like this."
If he tied it like that, Ning Qiluo would have to hold onto his waist the whole time.
She nodded obediently: "Okay, don't move."
"Um."
He opened his arms slightly, and Ning Qiluo wrapped her arms around his waist to tie an apron around his waist.
"Alright." Ning Qiluo stepped aside.
Then I asked him, "Jiang Yingchi, do you really know how to make cakes? Actually, you can just order one cake, and I'll be just as happy."
Jiang Yingchi raised the corners of her lips, her smile faint, her eyes filled with an unyielding tenderness: "This way I feel more accomplished."
Prepare the ingredients.
His movements didn't look very skillful; in fact, they were a bit stiff.
But it was Jiang Yingchi who did all this; Ning Qiluo felt that as long as she could eat it, that was fine.
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