When He Rui heard the name Luo Qiao, she remembered that Zhang Jing said he had borrowed money from this person yesterday, but he did not tell her the specific situation of this person.

But now she was thinking that she and Luo Qiao didn't know each other, so why did this person come to see her? Could it be that he also liked Zhang Jing and came here to demonstrate to her?

The expression on his face was a little complicated, and he said lightly: "Sit down."

Luo Qiao put the thermos bucket on the table: "This is the chicken soup my family made for you. It's just right for you to nourish your body."

He Rui looked a little confused and asked, "Luo Qiao, how old are you?"

Luo Qiao thought the girl in front of her was quite funny, and there was something wrong with the way she looked at her: "I'm 24 years old, what's wrong?"

He Rui looked at Luo Qiao's face. She didn't look like she was 24 at all. Even if she said she was 18, people would believe her. Her skin was fair and smooth, and she was so elegant. She suddenly felt a little inferior.

Luo Qiao couldn't understand what was wrong with the girl in front of her. Her expression kept changing. Was she here at the wrong time? Seeing her like this, Luo Qiao stood up and said, "Where is your lunch box? I'll pour out the chicken soup for you. I have to go back to take care of the kids."

He Rui was just thinking about whether to accept or reject the chicken soup when she heard Luo Qiao say, "I have to go back to take care of the children."

He suddenly looked up and asked, "Your child?"

"Yes, they are not even a hundred days old yet, and I am still breastfeeding."

"You're married?"

"Yeah, is that weird?"

"No, no, I just thought you looked small and thought you were still young. I didn't expect you already have a child."

Seeing her like this, Luo Qiao suddenly laughed: "You don't think I like Zhang Jing, do you?"

He Rui was exposed in front of her, feeling a little embarrassed: "No, I just think you are so beautiful. Yesterday Zhang Jing said that he borrowed the money from you, so I felt a little uncomfortable. I have to borrow money from others for my sake."

Luo Qiao didn't want to be misunderstood, so she smiled and explained, "To be honest, Zhang Jing and I have only met twice. One time was when we came to Boston to report together, and the other time was when he asked me to borrow money yesterday.

I put the money in my bag yesterday, and I was afraid you didn’t have enough. I thought we all came from China, so we should help each other, so I came again today, firstly to see you, and secondly to see if the money was enough, so I could send some more.”

Then he took out an envelope from his bag and put it on the table: "It's not much money, you can keep it first. We are all Chinese. It's not easy to go out. We should take care of each other. You don't have to feel embarrassed."

He Rui's eyes were red with emotion: "Thank you, Luo Qiao."

She found her lunch box and poured out the chicken soup: "Drink it while it's hot. I'll be leaving first. My husband is still waiting downstairs."

Luo Qiao nodded: "Yes, he just arrived yesterday and came to spend the New Year with me, so you can rest assured, I have nothing to do with Zhang Jing."

He Rui blushed: "I'm sorry, I thought too much."

Luo Qiao smiled and said, "It's great that you can come here to study. Moreover, it can be seen that Zhang Jing likes you very much. Take good care of your health. When you can go out, you are welcome to visit my home."

After saying goodbye to He Rui, Luo Qiao went downstairs. It was so cold, and she was really afraid that Lu Yichen would freeze. "Let's go. You might freeze to death."

Lu Yichen took the thermos bucket from Luo Qiao's hand and said, "It's OK. How's that classmate?"

The two walked out hand in hand and just missed Zhang Jing who was coming from the other side.

After hearing Lu Yichen's question, Luo Qiao burst into laughter.

Lu Yichen just looked at the little woman who couldn't stop laughing: "What's wrong? Why are you laughing like this?"

Luo Qiao laughed for a long time before stopping: "That classmate thought I was her love rival."

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Lu Yichen also laughed: "It's already this time, and you can still think so much, it seems that the injury is not serious."

Luo Qiao shook her joined hands: "Lu Yichen, she said I looked like an 18-year-old girl. Oh, I was so happy to hear that."

Lu Yichen whispered: "Yes, you will always be eighteen years old in my heart."

Luo Qiao was unhappy: "What? She obviously looks like 18."

Lu Yichen laughed: "Yes, my Qiaobao really looks young, I'm afraid that I will grow up too fast and widen the gap between us."

Luo Qiao was amused when she heard this: "Didn't I prepare so many facial creams for you before? You have to keep using them, otherwise you really can't say for sure."

Lu Yichen stared at Luo Qiao's face for a while, then reached out and touched his own face again: "It seems that I have to take good care of my face in the future, so as not to look inferior when I look back."

You know what, it was just a joke, but Lu Yichen felt a sense of crisis and has been really concerned about his face ever since.

(End of this chapter)