Jiang Qin was sitting at the dining table, typing away.
Cao Guangyu glanced at him: “Are you reporting to classmate Feng again?”
“What baby? That’s nonsense. We are just good friends.”
“Who said it was a treasure? I said it was reported!”
Jiang Qin put down his phone: “No, I’m writing a diary.”
Cao Guangyu picked up the chopsticks, picked up the head of the salted duck and put it in Jiang Qin’s bowl: “Lao Jiang, poke it and see which one of you is tougher.”
“Smelly nephew, he has no respect for his uncle at all.”
At this moment, news about Feng Nanshu popped up.
“I had dinner at my aunt’s house. There were soybeans, pig’s feet, and tiger skin and chicken feet. I thought you might want to eat them. Then I met my relatives, but there was no boy.”
The next morning, Jiang Qin woke up from the guest room of Master Cao’s house, had a simple breakfast, and then asked the master if he had any entertainment arrangements.
Lu Zhichuan’s scheduled meal time was in the evening, so he had most of the day’s free time.
The young master said that I understand, just leave it to me, and then took Jiang Qin all the way to an Internet cafe on the other side of the city.
It is said that the screen is large, the operation is smooth and there is no lag.
“Do you know how many investors wanted to make an appointment to meet with me, but I didn’t even go to see me, and ended up… coming here with you, a bitch, to surf the Internet?”
“This will make it easier for you to report. I came to the Internet cafe with Cao Guangyu and was watching Yan Shuangying. There were no girls around.”
After Jiang Qin heard this, he suddenly stopped raising his objections and turned to look at Wang Yan and his two eagles on the screen, betting that there were no bullets in other people’s guns.
But in fact, it is not that there are no girls in Internet cafes, there are still quite a lot of bad girls.
For example, in the arms of the yellow-haired brother opposite Jiang Qin, there was a person sitting carelessly, with a tattoo on his calf, and the scenery under the short skirt could be seen without walking.
When the Internet era developed, many people on the Internet were laughing at Huang Maoge, who was born in the urban-rural fringe area and wore tight pants and beanie shoes, calling them rustic.
But Brother Huang Mao’s happiness is really unimaginable to serious people.
They only need to buy a will-o’-the-wisp, tilt their head, and change to a different girl every day.
Sometimes a will-o’-the-wisp can carry two people, black silk skirts, all kinds of things.
“Oh my God, I started chewing.”
“Hey, this young man…”