“Little rich woman, actually you are not mine in the first place.”
“I am.” Feng Nanshu’s tone was a little stubborn.
Jiang Qin took a deep breath and thought to himself that this little goblin really knows how to seduce people: “What are you doing now?”
“Lie on your bed and watch you have a meeting.”
At Hongrong Home in Jeju City, Feng Nanshu wrapped herself tightly in a quilt, put her mobile phone to her ear, and in front of her was a computer playing a video of a meeting.
Because it suddenly started to rain in the evening, a slight thunder could be heard on the phone receiver, but it was not as nice as the little rich woman’s breathing.
“Your aunt is quite nice. Let’s not talk about other aspects, but you can feel that she really cares about you.”
“Jiang Qin, why did aunty meet you?”
“She heard that Feng Nanshu had a good friend in Yushu Linfeng, so she couldn’t help but want to come and have a look. After reading it, she thought he was really handsome.
After a bumpy journey through clear waters and green mountains, Jiang Qin arrived at the home of Mr. Cao, a typical Chinese courtyard-style villa area.
This villa is bigger than He Yijun’s house and smaller than the little rich woman’s, but the environment is particularly elegant. When you enter the arch, you can see a small-leaf maple tree not much taller than a person. The top is fiery red, the middle is golden, and there are some at the bottom. Old green.
Master Cao said this is called the Golden Flowing Spring, which means abundant wealth.
“Awesome, no wonder I smelled wealth as soon as I walked in.”
Jiang Qin clapped as he followed through the corridor, walked around the courtyard to the front door of the courtyard, and found a pair of wood-carved couplets on both sides of the front wall, with black background and gold paint, which read “The north-south journey is full of spring breeze and travels thousands of miles, and the east-west gallops lightly”. If you lose your smile, you will enter thousands of homes.
Jiang Qin nodded, guessing that Lao Cao’s family should be in the transportation business. If not, this couplet would look awkward in the reception area of the vestibule.
“Lao Jiang, please take some photos.” Cao Guangyu suddenly pointed to his yard.
Jiang Qin’s head hurt after hearing this: “You’re pretending to be cool, right? To tell you the truth, I’ve seen bigger and better ones.”
“I want you to post the photo and write down that you are coming to Master Cao’s house on the 11th. I haven’t seen my yard boss Ren Laozhou, nor have anyone in my class seen it!”
“No shooting.”
“Take a picture, Brother Jiang, please forgive me.” Cao Guangyu immediately humbled himself.
Jiang Qin felt that Lao Cao was really weird. He was obviously a genuine second-generation rich man, but he had to rack his brains to prove that he was a second-generation rich man. The key was that he looked nothing like it.
The really rich second generation is 10% funny. The really rich second generation wants to pretend to be rich. It’s 100% funny. The really rich second generation wants to pretend to be rich but doesn’t even act like it. It’s 100000% funny.
“Brother Jiang, please take a picture of me, otherwise everyone won’t know which Master Cao’s family is so rich.”
“Go away, your looks are not worthy of being in my photo album.” Jiang Qin spat at him while standing on the steps of the corridor.