Gao Wenhui glanced at the faces of Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu, and couldn’t help but raise the corners of her mouth: “Friendship is about to crystallize, and I want to be an aunt.”
Wang Haini thought thoughtfully: “Isn’t it too early?”
“What a fart, we’ve been talking about it for four years!”
“Still in college.”
“I think whether or not to have children is only related to financial conditions. Jiang Qin can’t spend all his money in a few lifetimes.”
Feng Nanshu’s ears twitched: “Wenhui, you are a good person, don’t talk nonsense, my brother and I are friends.”
After she finished speaking, she turned back and looked.
Zhang Guangfa and Zuo Baiqiang also came to the cafeteria to eat. When they saw Jiang Qin here, they came over to say hello. Unexpectedly, Jiang Qin gently stroked his face and pushed him aside.
Fa Ge was confused: “What’s so good about this?”
Zuo Baiqiang shook his head: “I don’t understand the world of rich people.”
“Mr. Jiang’s eyes look a bit like a human trafficker.”
“They look really alike. I wonder if Mr. Jiang likes children who are three years and two hundred months old.”
“?”
After a while, a row of people sat around them, watching the children with them, looking silly, cute, and everything.
The kid holding the windmill saw this group of “malicious” people and panicked, so he grabbed his sister and ran out of the cafeteria.
Jiang Qin took a deep breath, picked up the chopsticks, and found that his pig’s feet noodles were gone. His eyebrows instantly stood up: “Hey, where are my noodles? Who ate my noodles?”
“You can eat it yourself.”
“Nonsense, I have no memory of this at all!”
Wang Haini narrowed her eyes: “You are just taking care of the child. I am worried that you will get something in your nose.”
Jiang Qin threw away his chopsticks: “Someone must have eaten my noodles secretly. He has the courage to do it but not the courage to admit it. But forget it, I’m not very hungry anyway.”
“You’ve already eaten a big bowl of noodles, of course you’re not hungry!”
“Whoever eats it knows it clearly!”
Feng Nanshu also came back to his senses at this time, glanced at his dinner plate, his eyes were a little confused: “Why is my beef brisket noodles gone? I haven’t eaten it yet.”
After hearing this, Jiang Qin slapped the table: “Look, I just said it. I’m not the only one like this.”