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Reborn at Thirty-Eight

Chapter: 197

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Jiang Qin looked at the two people with a confused look on his face and wondered, is there some misunderstanding between you two? The little rich woman is less courageous than peanuts. She doesn’t even dare to go out by herself. She knows good night and good night all day long. How can she have half a dime of self-confidence.

Then he looked at Feng Nanshu, who had a cold face, and said to him, “Little rich woman, you summed it up very well, are you playing me again?”

“Classmate Feng, I also want to ask you something. Can you tell me the answer?”

Feng Nanshu nodded confidently: “You tell me.”

“If you like someone very much, but he doesn’t like you, what should you do?” Hong Yan bit her lip as she spoke.

Feng Nanshu’s eyes suddenly turned cold: “It is very likely that the ending of being lovers is that they will never be in contact with each other until they die, and some may even become enemies. This is too science fiction.”

“So this is ah……”

Hong Yan’s eyes couldn’t help but dim. After a while, she smiled slightly and looked up again, only to feel that Feng Nanshu’s figure was shining brightly in the evening night.

Jiang Qin smiled and said to himself that one of you really dares to teach and the other dares to learn.

Hong Yan and Jiang Qin had three dinner dates in total. They started fighting after just two bites of the first meal. They managed to eat two bites of the second meal, but they started fighting again.

This was the only meal that went smoothly, but Hong Yan felt no less pressure than the previous two times.

Feng Nanshu is so dazzling.

She just sat there dignifiedly, not speaking, her delicate fingers gently picking at the shrimp shells, and then she glanced at it casually. Her cold eyes brought a strong sense of oppression. She was exactly the kind of person who would do nothing even if she didn’t do anything. An existence that cannot be ignored.

“Do you want to eat it?” Feng Nanshu asked, pinching a small piece of shrimp tail.

Hong Yan waved her hand gently: “I can just pick it off myself, thank you.”

At this time, Jiang Qin was not at the table, but standing on the steps of Shiweitian, chatting with the boss who was enjoying the cool weather in front of the door.

Of course, Jiang Qin’s small talk was purposeful. First, he wanted to find out about the rent level in this street, and second, he wanted to know what it was like to be in the catering industry.

“Well, the catering industry is not easy to do. You can’t make much money all year round. It’s better for you students to go out and find a class and blow the air conditioner in the office all day. It’s not like us, who get up early and stay late.”

As the boss of Shiweitian spoke, he took out a BMW car key from his pocket, turned it over and over for a while, and then pressed it gently, and the lights of the car on the opposite side flashed.

“Series 5? It’s not easy for workers to buy one.”

Jiang Qin recognized the car on the opposite side at a glance.

“It’s okay. I bought it for my son. He thought it was cheap and didn’t want to drive it. I had no choice but to drive it myself. But actually I prefer Audi.”

The boss of Shiweitian, Feng Qingyundan, reached out to touch the Chinese medicine on the table, took out one and lit it.

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