“The little rich woman wants to wash my clothes.”
“?”
“I don’t know either. She just said she wanted to wash my clothes and asked me to find some old clothes to send to her.”
Jiang Qin bumped the bag in his hand and remembered that Feng Nanshu called her yesterday and said she wanted to do his laundry. This little girl, who looked like an obedient girl, actually had a lot on her mind.
After hearing this, Cao Guangyu looked at him: “Oh, I understand. There was a post on the forum that went viral last night, calling about the little things you must do to fall in love in college. He also said that if you haven’t done these things, you are not learning to fall in love. One of them is to do laundry for the person you like.”
“Damn, I consider her a friend, but she…she really wants my body?!” Jiang Qin showed a shocked expression.
“…”
“Lao Jiang, your acting skills are too fake.”
After the three of them had a meal in the cafeteria, Cao Guangyu and Zhou Chao went to the college supermarket to buy things, while Jiang Qin strolled to the girls’ dormitory.
Feng Nanshu and Gao Wenhui were waiting for him downstairs. By the way, they petted the homeless student in the school and fed him a piece of ham.
The little rich woman still kept asking questions like whether it had an older brother and whether his older brother doted on it.
“It seems to be a male cat.” Gao Wenhui reminded.
“?”
The little rich woman was dumbfounded for a while, and then asked the dog whether it had a sister and whether the sister was clingy.
Then Jiang Qin carried his bag to the girls’ dormitory and saw the little rich woman running over and taking the clothes.
Jiang Qin looked at her: “Why did you suddenly think of washing my clothes?”
Feng Nanshu shook his head: “I read a post about the little things good friends in college must do. They said good friends must wash clothes for good friends. I haven’t done it yet.”
“That’s obviously a small thing that must be done for love in college!” Gao Wenhui barked from behind.
“make friends!”
“in love.”
“Wenhui, your phone is broken.”
Feng Nanshu made a reasonable judgment in an instant, and then pulled her upstairs, for fear that she would say what she wanted to hear again.
Three minutes later, Jiang Qin received a photo of Feng Nanshu helping him wash clothes in the dormitory.
In the picture, the sunlight is diffuse. The little rich woman is wearing a ponytail and is washing herself carefully in a basin filled with water. Her long eyelashes are dyed with the morning light, and her delicate little face seems to have a halo.