Jiang Qin also felt confident: “It’s not the first day we met. Don’t you know that Feng Nanshu and I are lifelong good friends? We all in the school know it. If you just pull someone over and ask him, he will know. It is said that Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu have the most pure and true friendship!”
He Yijun: “…”
Jiang Qin patted him on the shoulder: “That day you called me to ask me, and I told you truthfully that Qin Zhihuan is just the nephew of my good friend’s aunt. You also said it, but it sounded very far away and felt very far away. rest assured.”
“I didn’t fucking know that the good friend you mentioned was Feng Nanshu!”
Jiang Qin immediately became serious: “Why can’t this good friend become Feng Nanshu? You are discriminating against my good friend, and I will not agree to it.”
He Yijun couldn’t believe it: “How can you be so confident?”
“I’m right. What am I afraid of!”
“But your reasoning is stupid. How can you and Feng Nanshu be considered friends? You are basically in love.”
“Old He, don’t talk nonsense! My friendship with her is comparable to that of Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi! I even hope that hundreds of years from now, when students write essays about friendship, they will be able to cite not only them as examples, but also There are Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu!”
“????”
Feng Nanshu had just put her bag on the sofa when she saw her uncle making tea for her to drink.
However, the little rich woman did not drink it, but thought of giving it to Jiang Qin who was outside the door, and also helped He Yijun with a drink.
But when she just walked behind the two of them and handed out the teacup in her hand a little, she heard He Yijun speak seriously.
“You two should never get married if you can.”
Feng Nanshu bluffed her face and instantly withdrew the cup of tea she handed to He Yijun, giving him a bunch of bad guy cards in her heart.
Jiang Qin looked at He Yijun in disbelief: “Old He, there is something wrong with your three views. How can a good friend get married? You are insulting our pure friendship by asking this question.”
“Then you swear.”
“no.”
“Why?”
Jiang Qin pursed his lips and said, “Because I’m really superstitious.”
He Yijun: “…”
Feng Nanshu stayed behind the two of them for a moment, his eyes gradually narrowed, and a trace of joy flashed through his eyes.
Jiang Qin spoke again: “Lao He, I know that the combined shares of Pintuan and Qin’s Real Estate exceed 50%. You are afraid that it will be just a wedding dress, but you have known me for so long, you should know What kind of person am I, right?”
The corner of He Yijun’s mouth twitched: “I know, if you don’t pick up money when you go out, it will be lost.”