Jiang Qin squeezed the little rich woman’s hand tightly as he spoke: “It’s quite warm. Xiao Gao, please don’t come back so late in the future, do you hear me?”
Feng Nanshu nodded: “I understand, she will come back before dark in the future.”
Gao Wenhui: “…”
Wang Haini: “You can’t sleep with two kinds of people under the same bed, really.”
With the arrival of the landlady, the dumplings began to be cooked, and Dong Wenhao called to Lu Feiyu and the others to help bring out the dishes.
At this time, Lu Xuemei took out the photo album she had carefully prepared and sent it to Feng Nanshu.
After seeing this photo album, Feng Nanshu’s expression suddenly became extremely vivid, her eyes seemed to be rippling with water, and the water waves were full of shining stars, and then a bunch of good guy cards almost drowned Lu Xuemei.
What’s even crazier is Gao Wenhui. This is not a fucking photo album, it’s just a candy jar!
Jiang Qin was also confused. Pointing to a photo of him holding a young rich woman walking on the walking path in Fenglin Jinran, he asked, “When was this taken? Why don’t I have any impression of it?”
“Last fall, I was collecting information at school and we met him by chance.”
“What about this one of her riding an electric bike with me?”
Lu Xuemei came over and took a look: “This spring, I was collecting scenery downstairs in the girls’ dormitory and we met by chance.”
Jiang Qin: “????”
“What about this one eating ice cream at a dessert shop?”
“This summer, I was doing some research in a dessert shop and we met him by chance.”
“Are you collecting information in a dessert shop? Listen to what you are saying, and we even met by chance. This is fucking stalking, right? Why do you still have this habit?”
Lu Xuemei looked at Feng Nanshu: “Boss Boss, we really met by chance.”
Feng Nanshu nodded: “It’s just a chance encounter. I believe you.”
“It was really a chance encounter, boss. Although there are many people in the school, the boss lady is really the kind of person who can be seen at a glance even if she is in a crowd. I just took two pictures.”
Jiang Qin closed the photo album and stuffed it into the little rich woman’s arms: “Look at it after dinner, everyone is waiting.”
“good.”
Cold wind, winter night, lights, friends, this dinner party with dumplings and side dishes was really lively. Everyone exchanged glasses and praised Dong Wenhao’s craftsmanship.
However, without Professor Yan’s participation, they all lost some of the pleasure of forcing girls into prostitution.
Even Lu Feiyu felt the same way. He had to cooperate with his boss in toasting every New Year’s holiday, so he couldn’t help but think it was more fun to tease the old man.