“What kind of TV show is this? Why are you so fascinated by it?” Jiang Qin reached out and dipped some noodles into it, smearing it on her pretty face.
Feng Nanshu wiped it twice with the back of his hand, then looked up at him: “The three daughters of the Xia family tell the story of three pairs of good friends.”
“Damn it, why are these two best friends still kissing?”
“That’s what good friends are like.”
“?”
Jiang Qin was dumbfounded for a long time, unable to find any words to refute, because his path was completed and there was only a dead end in front of him.
At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang. It was the courier text message informing him that it was on holiday at 12 o’clock and that there were stranded packages that needed to be picked up.
Jiang Qin stood up, took the remote control and replaced it with Journey to the West for the little rich woman, and then went downstairs with the car keys in his pocket.
The packages that were mailed came from all over the country, including Shanghai, Shenzhen, Kyoto, and the second and third tier cities involved in the business area. They contained some local specialties and were sent by the sub-station to express their feelings.
Jiang Qin carried these things back to the community. As soon as he parked the car, he saw the lady named Qiaoyun coming down from the third floor, carrying a pile of paper boxes to throw away the garbage.
When she saw an Audi A6 driving into the community, the lady couldn’t help but be a little surprised. Then she stared at it for a long time, as if she wanted to know whose car it was.
Jiang Qin didn’t hesitate, pushed the door open and got out of the car, passed her without looking away, went upstairs with his hands in his hands, and ignored her.
Put the things in the car first so they won’t break in the winter. After lunch, he planned to ask Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan to play a game of moving boxes.
At this time, the lady was standing in front of the trash can, watching Jiang Qin go upstairs, her mind a little foggy.
[Kid, do you want these cardboard boxes? You can sell it for money. 】
She thought of what she had just said, and fell into silence. Then she coughed, feeling a little embarrassed.
It turns out she drives an Audi. How could such a person want those broken boxes of hers?
At noon, every household in Hongrong Homestead began to cook dumplings, mutton stew, and pork stew. The whole neighborhood was filled with aroma.
At this time, there was a sudden noise between the third and fifth floors of Building 1, Unit 7.
“Mom, I’m not going, you have to go by yourself!”
“Cao Ran, don’t get angry with me. Did you see that kid just now? He came back in an Audi. It’s not easy to buy an Audi in Jeju!”
The fashionably dressed girl showed a hint of boredom: “What does it have to do with me whether I can afford an Audi?”
Ding Qiaoyun reached out and took off the headphones from her neck: “That bastard of your father has transferred all the marital property, and I don’t have a job, how can I support you?”
“There is no job to look for.”