Feng Nanshu breathed out lightly and glanced at her again as if nothing had happened: “Jiang Qin, I don’t want to watch TV anymore. I want to play with your spare phone.”
“Huh? Why are you bringing this up again? I’ve already told you that the phone is full of business secrets and no one else can see it, but you still want to play with it?”
“I’m not someone else, I’m your little rich woman.” Feng Nanshu looked dumbfounded.
Jiang Qin stretched out his hand to pinch her pink face: “I have a very bad temper on my phone. I get angry at every turn. It’s very scary, especially to beautiful girls. The prettier they are, the more angry they are, especially you.”
“Why?”
“Because you are so beautiful.”
After Jiang Qin finished speaking, he closed the notebook with a snap, then picked up the remote control, intending to find a good program for the little rich woman to watch.
He felt that the little rich woman’s eyes were getting more and more lonely recently. Maybe it was because he hadn’t spent much time with her in the past few days. Little girls were like this. They thought about playing with their good friends all day long. They were such cute ones.
Sure enough, Feng Nanshu’s attention was gradually diverted by the TV series: “What was that just now?”
“Friendly Apartment is not very pretty, it’s just a story about a group of fun-loving people having fun.”
“What about this?”
“The rural friendship story is not interesting at all. There is a person named Xiangxiu in it who can make friends with anyone.”
Jiang Qin changed the channel and found that there was nothing interesting to watch. There were only a few reruns of talent shows, which seemed noisy and exciting.
Feng Nanshu couldn’t help but yawned, as if she was a little sleepy, so she moved her butt over and rested her head on Jiang Qin’s thigh, as obediently as an orange cat.
It’s snowing in the winter, on the warm sofa in the living room, and a meaningless TV series is playing on the TV. This scene is really very warm. At least that’s what Jiang Qin thinks. If it can go on like this, he will never move. It’s not impossible.
But the little rich woman obviously didn’t think so. She rested her head on Jiang Qin’s legs. At first, her little face was facing outward, that is, in the direction of the TV. But soon she secretly turned around, trying to turn her pretty face away. The little face is facing inward.
Resting on your lap with your little face facing inward, is this okay?
Jiang Qin was shocked, and quickly grabbed her face and pushed her head back.
What’s going on, little rich woman? Are you really eyeing my backup phone? She wasn’t like this before. Although she was curious in the past, she would give up as soon as she told her not to give it to her. Today she is so persistent.
Damn, what went wrong?
Could it be that I’ve become so handsome in recent days that this cold, white and beautiful person can’t control himself?
“Jiang Qin.”
“Um.”
“Something’s hitting my stupid little head.”