“good.”
From the south gate of the teaching building to the north gate, Jiang Qin took Feng Nanshu to Xitian. After entering, he leaned against the radiator and asked Hui Huizi to bring a cup of hot water.
Gao Wenhui glanced at the time and calculated again, feeling that they must have kissed again before they came.
“Nan Shu, next time you come back, be sure to tell Jiang Qin the exact time. He has been squatting here all morning. He has been staring at his watch and looking at his phone since the morning, which makes it impossible for me to catch fish while working. It’s so uncomfortable to be stared at by your boss.”
Feng Nanshu looked at him blankly: “I told him last night, but he said he had something to do tomorrow and might not be able to meet. He also said that good friends don’t meet every day.”
“But this morning he… uh.”
Gao Wenhui opened the notepad on the bar: “He said this morning why time passed so slowly. He said thirteen sentences. This watch must be broken. He said fifteen sentences.”
Jiang Qin, who met a good friend while wandering in front of the school, frowned: “Your salary is gone!”
Gao Wenhui exclaimed: “It seems I have a bonus!”
“Wen Hui is a good person.”
Jiang Qin chuckled: “This chance encounter is just a tacit understanding between good friends.”
Gao Wenhui was used to his harsh words, so she shook her head and took two cups of hot water and placed them in front of the two of them.
She felt that the “friendship” between Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu was really getting better and better.
The main reason is that Jiang Qin’s identity is changing faster and faster, especially as the group gradually becomes a national enterprise, and the commercials I endorse for myself are widely known. His fame and aura are getting bigger and bigger. As for his identity, he always needs to change his identity. A bit more noble than before.
But the more this happens, the more contrast he feels with Feng Nanshu’s favor.
The domineering president squatted at the milk tea shop after breakfast, looking at the clock on the wall and eagerly waiting for his little wife to get off the plane.
Not to mention Gao Wenhui, a sugar-crazy maniac, even ordinary people can’t stand it.
Jiang Qin couldn’t sit still after drinking the water. He obviously met her by chance while wandering around, but why did the words come to Gao Wenhui’s mouth, that he was waiting for the little rich woman.
No wonder Tonight’s headlines are so popular right now.
“The wise does not buy rumours!”
Jiang Qin put down his cup, turned around and went to the teaching building, where he asked Zhang Baiqing to approve two leave requests.
Then he returned to the milk tea shop and handed it to Gao Wenhui, asking her to help hand it over to the school.
By the next day, the snow had melted a little, and driving home was no problem.
Jiang Qin carried his bag downstairs, opened the car door, packed up, and drove to the School of Finance to pick up Feng Nanshu.