Jiang Qin glanced at him: “How many good friends do you have?”
“A lot. I prefer making friends.”
“Scumbag.”
“?”
Jiang Qin firmly believes that a person can only have one good friend. This is stipulated by the law, just like the law does not prohibit good friends from kissing.
“If you don’t like it, don’t give it any hope. For example, eating alone or something like that, in the eyes of a licking dog, it’s a positive signal. It’s like you gave him a chance, and it’s harder to let him go, and he might get stuck deeper and deeper. There will be no regrets in the end.”
Jian Chun looked up at him, confused: “How do you know this?”
“Of course I listened to what Lao Cao said.”
Jian Chun said oh, thinking it was reasonable, then lowered her head and sipped the soup like a lady.
In fact, Jian Chun had really liked Jiang Qin ever since the incident at the pedestrian street, but she didn’t have the courage to say it out because of the other person’s aura.
But contrast will always cause harm. She doesn’t dare to confess to Jiang Qin, but she won’t force herself to like Zhuang Chen.
Thinking of this, Jian Chun couldn’t help but think of what they had said jokingly, about giving birth to a child for Jiang Qin and Zhuang Chen would help raise it, and her heart started to beat wildly.
“Some people are very handsome and dazzling, but if such a person is determined to be single, don’t waste your time. This kind of person is not worth it, even if he is really handsome and dazzling.”
“?”
Jian Chun raised her head, glanced at Jiang Qin, and found that the other person’s eyes were glancing at her cell phone on the right side.
Zhuang Chen sent him a QQ message, so much so that the entire screen lit up. On the lock screen was a photo of Jiang Qin pumping his fist in an advertisement.
Jian Chun’s cheeks turned red, she swallowed the soup in her mouth, quickly pressed the lock screen, then said she was done eating, and left the canteen in a panic.
Jiang Qin picked up the metal spoon from the dinner plate and turned it with its back facing him, somewhat complaining that his handsome face had missed the youth of so many girls.
However, this is also the reason why Jiang Qin would rather believe in lasting friendship than in long-lasting love.
In his previous life, like Zhuang Chen, he also engaged in dog-licking and had no love.
But in this life, I let myself go, my shackles were lifted, and after my identity changed, there were peach blossoms everywhere, so I always felt untrustworthy.
It was difficult for Jiang Qin to believe in the things he had believed in his previous life after seeing so much contrast and harm.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps from the opposite side. Wang Haini came over with a dinner plate and stood directly in front of Jiang Qin with her chest raised and her head raised.
“Mr. Jiang, where are you flirting with the little girl? You’re not afraid of being seen by Feng Nanshu!”