While whispering, Chu Siqi finally plucked up the courage to speak, but she saw Jiang Qin standing up and walking to the door, saying that he didn’t need too many memories, just a little tipsy.
Then he walked to the back door of the next class. The students who were having a lively meeting about the past suddenly calmed down. Then they looked at Jiang Qin and then at Feng Nanshu, with wonderful expressions on their faces.
In fact, they were similar to the people who went to Jiang Qin’s house for dinner some time ago. No one could figure out how it could be him.
Did Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu talk to each other in high school?
At this moment, the little rich woman seemed to feel the sudden silence, and then she turned her head to look at the back door, and her aloofness instantly turned into cuteness.
“elder brother.”
As soon as Feng Nanshu opened his mouth, the people around him held their breath and looked over in disbelief.
Damn it, the aloof young lady who is in love is so cute? !
They spent the entire high school with Feng Nanshu, but they had never seen Feng Nanshu call him brother in his voice. This was too science fiction.
“Let’s go out and walk around.”
“oh oh.”
Feng Nan walked out with a shudder, and stuffed her little hands into Jiang Qin’s pocket, making her very clingy.
Jiang Qin actually secretly visited Feng Nanshu when he was in high school. After all, she is a beautiful woman. Who wouldn’t want to take a second look at her? However, he had never communicated with her. He just passed her by the door several times.
But this time when he returned to high school, the timeline seemed to be messed up, allowing him to meet her again in the old days.
If only I had liked the little rich woman since the first year of high school, maybe I would have more memories now.
Um?
Jiang Qin was stunned for a moment, and his eyes felt a lot guilty for a moment, but he still pretended to be calm, for fear that the little rich woman would notice something strange.
“Why didn’t you be friends with me in high school?”
Feng Nanshu looked up at him and said confidently: “I’m scared.”
Jiang Qin suddenly became interested: “Did you know me in high school?”
“I know. You have hair like that. It’s long in the front and covers your left eye. At that time, I thought you only had one eye.”
As Feng Nanshu spoke, she pulled down her hair and imitated it.
Jiang Qin was severely beaten by this dark history: “At that time, everyone had hair like this, right? Why do you only remember mine?”
“But you look good like that, and everyone else doesn’t look good and they are all stupid.”