Sure enough, the reborn person must be equipped with the system to be qualified.
Jiang Qin took out a sweet potato from his arms, peeled it off and looked in the direction of Feng Nanshu.
At this time, the little rich woman was wearing a pair of khaki boots and a down jacket, and was squatting next to Gao Wenhui to help her build a snowman.
Her expression seemed colder than a snowy winter day, but her eyes were very lively. Every time she stood up, whether it was her face or figure, she felt a little ashamed of herself.
Realizing that Jiang Qin was looking at her, the little rich woman suddenly stood up and ran towards him. Her pretty nose and white hands were already red from the cold.
“Want some baked sweet potatoes? Good friend.”
“I don’t want to eat sweet potatoes, my dear friend.”
Feng Nanshu shook his head, then put his little hand into Jiang Qin’s pocket to warm himself.
At this moment, Gao Wenhui, who had been building a snowman, felt so cold that she ran towards them huffing and puffing, reaching out and asking Jiang Qin for sweet potatoes.
Eating is second, and the most important thing is to warm your hands.
“Fan Shuling is from the south. It doesn’t matter if she gets excited when she sees the snow. Why are you, a northerner, so excited?”
“Although I’m from the north, you can only see snow once or twice in winter. And do you know that with global warming, you might not see it anymore in the future.”
While eating sweet potatoes, Gao Wenhui muttered something. She turned around and told Jiang Qin about the hole in the ozone layer. She said that it was an oval shape over the Antarctic, as if she had seen it with her own eyes.
Xiao Gao’s classmate has a rough feeling of manliness on her body, and the roasted sweet potatoes are really sticky, which makes it all over her mouth.
Seeing this scene, the little rich woman was dumbfounded for a while, then suddenly reached out and pulled Jiang Qin’s sleeve: “Brother, I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes.”
“?”
“You’re not saying you won’t eat.”
“I want to eat it now. I think roasted sweet potatoes taste better than moon cakes.”
If you just say that you want to eat roasted sweet potatoes, it may mean that you didn’t want to eat them just now, but now you want to eat them. After all, women are fickle.
But if you compare roasted sweet potatoes and moon cakes, two unrelated things, together, the discord will be obvious, and the pink abacus beads will collapse in Jeju and back again.
Jiang Qin knew without thinking that the little rich woman wanted to pout.
Look at her, she is tall and graceful, with long hair reaching her waist, her delicate face is like white porcelain glowing with cold light, and her beautiful eyes are like a deep lake in the cold winter, unparalleled.
However, she wanted to talk to Jiang Qin all day long.
Looking at her, she is wearing a short white down jacket from Moncler and carrying a black calfskin bag. Her face is expressionless, as if she is indifferent to the things around her, giving people a strong sense of distance.