Chapter 373 Feng Nanshu is really jealous
It was not allowed to check the spare 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 couldn't 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 had gone to Jiang Qin's house for dinner that day. The group of seven followed the crowd and visited the snack street, billiard hall and black Internet cafe outside the door.
Although it is a holiday, many shops in the snack street are still open, and everyone is preparing to make some money before the New Year.
Such as soybean-flavored pancakes, Korean cold noodles, pan-fried dumplings, and hand-pulled pancakes. The hot pots are steaming in the pale winter day, and the aroma of the food can arouse appetite even more in the dry and cold season.
Feng Nanshu had never seen these things before. Her high school life was always a straight line between home and school, so she was full of curiosity along the way and was confused about everything she saw.
"Just now... Chu Siqi cried in class, and no one in the class dared to speak."
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While Feng Nanshu was strolling in front, Guo Zihang whispered, "She was crying silently at first, but then she saw you and Feng Nanshu taking pictures outside the window, and she suddenly couldn't hold it back. This is the first time I've seen her cry."
Jiang Qin looked up at the bright winter sunshine and sighed slightly: "My alma mater is going to be demolished. It really makes me sad and cry. This shows that everyone is a person who values friendship and loyalty."
"But everyone said Chu Siqi was crying because of you. She must be regretting it."
"She was so proud when you liked her, but now she cries so hard. Not many people in the class sympathize with her. They just sigh, probably because they think things have changed."
At this moment, Feng Nanshu suddenly turned her face and looked at Guo Zihang with a cold expression.
The rich young lady who had been aloof for three years now looked so oppressive with this expression. Her eyes were like sharp swords with a pink handle.
Jiang Qin exclaimed, "Ahhh!" "Old Guo, congratulations, your New Year's money is gone."
Guo Zihang: “????”
Yang Shuan came over and patted his shoulder: "Old Guo, you are so confused. You dare to talk about anything, right? The New Year is almost here, how come you still can't tell the difference between the big and small Wang?"
"No, I don't mean anything else. Can I still be saved?"
"No, didn't you see my uncle's reaction? He didn't even dare to respond to your words."
"But I think I can try to save it 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 when they were eating noodles. Wang Huiru and Yu Shasha were beside her. Chu's eyes were indeed a little red, proving that what Lao Guo said was true.
There is no way. After all, today is the day we return to high school, and the topic will more or less involve regrets. When it comes to the past, the atmosphere is invisibly tense. Many of the resentments of the past have become even 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, if I had not been addicted to games at that time.
Many people came to eat noodles with gravy, and many people said this kind of thing, so Chu Siqi's mood fluctuated again, and her eyes were fixed on Jiang Qin.
"I need some more vinegar..."
Feng Nanshu murmured with a frightened face, pouring the vinegar bottle into the bowl.
Jiang Qin looked back at the black soup in her bowl and couldn't help swallowing.
"It seems that we can't eat it anymore." The rich young woman looked at Jiang Qin righteously.
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 looked like a jealous person.
After returning from Seongnam High School, it was quickly the end of December. The snow in Jeju stopped for a week, and then a heavy snow fell. The white sky and earth, coupled with the red lanterns hung by the municipal government and various promotions in shopping malls, instantly brought the New Year atmosphere to this small town.
There are year-end clearance sales and New Year shopping specials. From morning to night, all kinds of promotional floats are constantly wandering around the streets.
There are often children running around on the roadside with incense in their hands, and they light firecrackers and set them off throughout the New Year.
On Friday morning, Jiang Qin took Feng Nanshu to the mall to buy couplets and lanterns. He called Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan, two free laborers, and drove all the way to the garden villa of the rich woman.
According to Uncle Gong, Feng Nanshu's stepmother did not allow them to put up Spring Festival couplets, so the villa has never had couplets posted.
Jiang Qin said, "Go to hell with it," and then he pasted a word "Fu" on the wall.
"Jiang Qin, it's stuck."
"Well, this is the blessing, a pun."
Feng Nanshu opened her little mouth, as if she had heard of this way of playing for the first time, and she looked both silly and cute.
Jiang Qin pinched her little face, walked upstairs, and sneaked into Feng Nanshu's princess room to take a look.
It is very beautiful, very tidy and very big, but precisely because it is so beautiful and tidy, there is no air of life in the room at all. No wonder the young rich woman likes to hang out in his house.
Look at our little nest. Although it is not much bigger than the toilet, clothes are scattered everywhere and we can't even find a pair of socks. This is what life is all about! Yuan Youqin was not here. Otherwise, if she had heard Jiang Qin's rebellious speech, Boss Jiang, who is worth tens of millions, would definitely have to sleep on the sofa.
Jiang Qin stretched out his hand and brushed across the desk, as if he could see Feng Nanshu in high school, doing homework, reading novels, with a hint of desire for freedom in his innocent eyes.
When Boss Jiang returned to the first floor, he found a new word "Qin" on the reception wall, which was pasted upside down like the word "Fu" next to it. Feng Nanshu was holding a brush, and it seemed that he was very satisfied with his work.
"Uncle Gong, thank you for your hospitality. I'm going home now and will come to visit you next time." Feng Nanshu handed him the brush.
"Ah? Ah... go home."
Uncle Gong was puzzled for a long time, looked back at the huge villa, and thought to himself, "Miss, can you tell where your home is?"
Jiang Qin watched Feng Nanshu run out and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth: "Uncle Gong, come to my house for dinner on New Year's Eve?"
"Is it appropriate?"
"It's suitable. My mother changed it to a bigger table. It will be more lively if there are 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, then caught up with the little rich woman: "How was it, are you happy today?"
"I'm happy. Uncle Gong's house is really beautiful, but our small house is also very cute."
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Feng Nanshu sat in the passenger seat and glanced at Jiang Qin, then swung the large jade bracelet on her hand.
Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan looked at each other while sitting in the back seat, thinking that they hadn't even had lunch yet, so why did they feel a little full?
"What shall we have for lunch?"
Jiang Qin thought for a moment and said, "Kangmailang instant noodles, upgraded version, 1.5 barrels."
Yang Shuan coughed and said, "Uncle, we eat instant noodles every day at school. We are getting tired of it. Can we change to something else?"
"My Kangmailang is different from the one you had at school."
“Is this true or false?”
Jiang Qin nodded: "Well, I don't have braised eggs at home."
Hearing this, the corners of 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 my aunt loves to eat braised eggs, Uncle Gou made two buckets of braised eggs without any eggs and one bucket of braised eggs with three eggs. He insisted that it was luck and he did not cheat.
Of course, having said that, Jiang Qin is not that stingy.
Feng Nanshu's villa is quite large, and they spent four hours just pasting the Spring Festival couplets. They were exhausted by then, 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 cleaning. Jiang Zhenghong was responsible for the public area 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, snow was floating outside the window, the heater was on in the house, and the TV was playing a review of crosstalk and sketches from previous years, "Three Whips". The whole atmosphere was filled with 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 into it, concentrating and seriously, and she was pinching it quickly and well.
"It's amazing. Last year I said 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 inwardly, and suddenly saw her son coming out of their bedroom carrying a broom and a roll of newspaper in his hand, which was rolled up like a cylinder.
"What is this? It's rolled up 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 very proud.
Jiang Zhenghong was horrified: "You little bastard, how come you can find me no matter where I hide?"
"Tibetan?"
Yuan Youqin came back to his senses, his eyes instantly became serious: "What are you hiding?"
Jiang Zhenghong snatched the newspaper and stuffed it into his pocket: "No, nothing. I'm going to clean the toilet."
After Feng Nanshu finished making a dumpling, he looked at Yuan Youqin with curiosity: "Auntie, what is that?"
"Your uncle has been saving his private money for three or four years. He always thinks he is very smart. In fact, I knew it a long time ago. I just pretended to be stupid. Hiding private money has almost become his hobby. I just pretended not to know and played along with him."
"Auntie, I know, I play dumb sometimes."
Yuan Youqin reached out and smeared some flour on her little nose: "These grown men can be quite childish sometimes, they don't know how smart we women are."
Feng Nanshu nodded: "Jiang Qin is also quite childish, he even likes to ride on the rocking car."
Please give me a monthly ticket, please give me a monthly ticket, please give me a monthly ticket!!!
(End of this chapter)
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