But seeing her clinging to Jiang Qin’s side, showing cute expressions from time to time without realizing it, the feeling was still too heartbreaking.
Song Ruiyang put the mineral water in his hand on the table, replaced it with an open bottle of Budweiser, and took a few sips silently.
In fact, even if Feng Nanshu was not in love, he would definitely not dare to confess her love. Otherwise, she would have confessed her love long ago in high school, but seeing the goddess he likes turn into someone else’s cutie, he would still feel unable to accept it.
“Old Sun, how are you doing lately?”
“It’s okay, but why are you crying?”
“It’s okay, I just miss seeing you so much.”
“Then let me give you something that I miss. I remember that you used to sing pretty well.”
Most KTVs in small counties are mass-market, and there are very few commercial packages. Even if they are available, these students cannot book them, so it is really crowded with thirty people.
Feng Nanshu pressed close to Jiang Qin, and Jiang Qin’s arm had already sunk into the little rich woman’s chest, making it difficult for her to hold on.
But soon, the boys began to retreat to both sides in unison, desperately retreating. Even if they squeezed their good brothers to death, they didn’t want to see Feng Nanshu squeezed into Jiang Qin’s arms.
Then with Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu as the center, a distance of nearly one meter suddenly opened up on the left and right sides.
The little rich woman almost fell into her brother’s arms. The next second she suddenly felt that it was no longer crowded, and then she was dumbfounded for a while, thinking that these people are all bad people…
“Father, was the class 1 party fun?”
“It’s not bad, it’s not much different from a college party. We sing first, and after the place is warmed up, we go to dinner and brag, and then we divide into small teams. Those who surf the Internet, those who play billiards, and those who hang out in bars. It’s a thousand years. Unchanged process.”
Jiang Qin took his Nokia and typed.
Guo Zihang made a runny-nosed expression: “It sounds very happy.”
“Well, I am indeed quite… happy, but I don’t think they are necessarily.”
“ah?”
Jiang Qin looked around the box and found that many boys were forcing smiles, so he continued typing: “I guess they are not really happy. Their smiles seem to be just protective colors they wear.”
Guo Zihang: “????”
Soon after, the drinks on the table were almost empty, and some social terrorists couldn’t help but come over and start talking to Jiang Qin.
Some people couldn’t help but ask a century-old riddle: How did Jiang Qin catch up with Feng Nanshu?
After hearing this question, Jiang Qin sat up straight and started thinking.
To be honest, he had been asked this question many times. Even his own mother had asked him, “Why did Nan Shu fall in love with you when you are so careless?”