“Auntie can see things more clearly than you, that’s why she doesn’t even want to come today.”
After Jiang Qin finished speaking, he turned to look at the little boy in the corner of the sofa and found that he was playing with the Rubik’s Cube with his head down, so he reached out and took it and put it in the arms of the little rich woman.
Feng Shirong’s villa was full of women, playing mahjong and chatting. It was not quiet at all. Feng Shihua was already full of anger, and he couldn’t stay any longer, so he took this opportunity to go to the villa behind to see his mother and relax. .
Anyway, with Jiang Qin here, Nan Shu couldn’t stand the bullying.
The smell of dinner soon wafted out of the kitchen. As soon as Feng Shihua left, Duan Ying came to the living room and sat down opposite the sofa.
Two of the more gossipy wives of executives also left their poker friends behind and came over to join in the fun.
“When did you come to Shanghai?”
Feng Nanshu glanced at Duan Ying: “We came on the 5th.”
Duan Ying put the cushion on the back of her waist: “Are you here specifically to see your uncle and aunt?”
“I came to the meeting with Jiang Qin.”
“Meeting?”
Jiang Qin coughed and took over the conversation: “It’s just getting together with a group of like-minded people to talk about what to do to make money. Of course, there’s a lot of bragging involved.”
Duan Ying turned to look at Jiang Qin, looked at him for a while and then said, “Where are you from?”
“I’m from Jeju.”
After hearing this, Mrs. Liu was stunned for a moment, as if she had never heard of it before: “Where is Jeju?”
Duan Ying explained: “It’s a small county town on the seventh or eighth line. There aren’t even many cars on the streets. It’s normal that you haven’t heard of it. Nan Shu grew up there.”
“Why did Mr. Feng raise his daughter in a place like that?”
“Nan Shu’s mother is the kind of girl who lives in a small place. She is more accustomed to the environment there.”
Feng Nanshu pursed her lips, feeling a little sad, but soon she felt Jiang Qin’s arms around her waist, so she glanced at him and puffed up her cheeks.
Mrs. Li next to her spoke again: “It still looks familiar. What does your family do?”
“My father is a clerk in the Health Bureau, and my mother is a waitress in the government guest house. She comes from a scholarly family.”
After hearing this, Mrs. Li showed a strange expression and looked at Duan Ying: “I thought it was a young master from some family…”
Duan Ying waved her hand gracefully: “It doesn’t matter which young master you are from, as long as Nan Shu likes you.”
“That’s true, but it’s too ordinary.”