Ren Ziqiang then set off to see Wang Linlin off at the station.
Cao Guangyu’s task this time is even heavier. He wants to follow Ding Xue back to his hometown to make his presence felt.
In addition, 208 employees were also chirping in the group. Some said they had already gotten on the bus, and some discovered that they had forgotten to bring something as soon as they arrived at the school gate, so they hurried back to get it.
“Boss, happy National Day, I’m home!”
“The technical team has all evacuated. Goodbye to Boss Dog. Happy holidays.”
“I’ve prepared the Coke bottle for the Money Tree. Goodbye, boss.”
Jiang Qin came out of the dormitory in the morning light and replied that she had a safe journey. Then he picked up the young rich woman and had a meal in the cafeteria. He waited for Uncle Gong to drive over and take her to his home.
For Boss Jiang, this feeling is still very strange.
Obviously we are just ordinary classmates and good friends, why do you have to run to my house during the holidays, and it’s because my mother misses you. These are complicated interpersonal relationships.
“have you eaten?”
“I’m not full yet. I need another bite.” Feng Nan opened her mouth.
Jiang Qin fed her a piece of beef brisket: “Do you know what to tell my mother when you get home?”
“I know, just say you have important work to deal with. If she gets angry, I’ll slap her.”
“Have you learned how to sneeze? Give me a squeak and see.”
Feng Nanshu was silent for a moment, then pursed her lips and said, “Jiang Qin, what should I do if I still don’t know how to do it?”
Jiang Qin gave a thumbs up: “Whatever you say is enough. My mother will never stop you.”
“But I don’t have one.”
“Then why were you so cute just now?”
Being praised for her cuteness again, Feng Nanshu pursed her lips in an instant: “If you keep doing this, I’ll be shy, and I can’t help but want you to hug me, and I’ll even want to call you brother.”
Jiang Qin immediately raised his hands: “It’s my fault, it’s my fault, Meng Lang. I’m sorry, Miss.”
“I forgive you, but I still want you to hug me…”
Feng Nanshu’s eyes were like a mountain spring, clear and translucent. He was sitting upright, but still had a cold, white and rich expression on his face. He was the kind of person who no one dared to have the confidence to strike up a conversation with when walking on the street. But she was thinking in front of him. Hug each other, the lethality is simply fatal.
It’s like a comedy suddenly has a tragic part, which is really heartbreaking, just like the cold rich woman at this time, very touching.
It is now eight o’clock in the morning, the sky is bright, Maple Grove cannot go, and 207 has locked the door again, so after breakfast, Jiang Qin took Feng Nanshu to the small alley behind the cafeteria, and developed a third area that is suitable for good friends. Physical moral depression.