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Reborn at Thirty-Eight

Chapter: 23

Jiang Qin looked very deeply, but accidentally got too excited and stretched his foot a little far. By chance, he kicked the green and smooth calf on the opposite side.

After realizing his rude behavior, Jiang Qin immediately raised his head and looked to the opposite side. Unexpectedly, the cold girl quietly retracted her legs, as if nothing happened, without even moving the book in front of her.

“I’m sorry, I was too absorbed in reading just now. I didn’t mean to do it.”

“fine.”

The girl in front of him did not take away the book or look at him. She only gave a weak and emotionless response.

Jiang Qin didn’t pay attention, but just returned his eyes to the book. Twenty minutes later, he read the last page of “The Gorgeous Transformation of the Third Generation of Tang Monk” and had a certain understanding of the basic routine of sleeping with a rich woman. .

But the question is where to find a rich woman?

He had rummaged through the entire bookshelf just now, but he could not find the legendary “Contact Information of Rich Women in the Country”.

If you don’t meet a rich woman, wouldn’t it be useless to learn these tricks?

Jiang Qin was a little disappointed, so he closed the book and stood up, pushing the stool away and planning to walk out.

At this moment, Feng Nanshu suddenly moved the book in front of him, looked at him with a pair of clear eyes, then took the stand on the right side of the desk and placed it in front of him.

[Please return the borrowed books to their original places before leaving]

Jiang Qin glanced at the standing sign, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and left silently.

Watching his retreating figure, Feng Nanshu’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

However, she didn’t speak, she just put down her books silently, and then walked gently to the opposite side of the table, collecting the books that Jiang Qin had spread out one by one, intending to put them back in their original places.

Just when Feng Nanshu was packing up the last book, a burst of footsteps suddenly came from behind her, and Jiang Qin’s voice also sounded.

“I didn’t plan to leave, I was just thirsty and wanted to buy a bottle of water.”

“Also, I’m really sorry for accidentally kicking you just now. I want to buy you a drink as an apology.”

Jiang Qin unscrewed the queer juice in his hand and pushed it to Feng Nanshu’s hand.

This drink was very popular back then, and Sprite and others were considered younger brothers in front of him, but later he gave up on it for some unknown reason.

But Feng Nanshu didn’t pick it up. He froze in place as if petrified, neither speaking nor moving.

Finally, she clenched her fists, lowered her head and returned to her side, then raised the book high to cover her delicate face.

Jiang Qin found it quite baffling.

Didn’t I act like a hooligan just now?

What you did was basically a gentlemanly thing to do?

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