Jiang Qin looked at her moist face, moved his fingers, and finally resisted the urge to step forward and give her a squeeze.
Damn, young people are really weird. They have some inexplicable urges when they first get up and when they are going to bed. They want to squeeze everything they see. Sooner or later they will be doomed.
Feng Nanshu said yes, and then followed him step by step to the cafeteria. Her skirt floated under the pull of her footsteps, attracting the attention of countless passers-by.
“Little rich woman, when will you go home?”
“I’ll leave at three in the afternoon.” Feng Nanshu said, biting the end of her chopsticks.
“Uncle Gong isn’t going to drive you away. Would it be better to leave early?”
Feng Nanshu looked at him quietly, but you left at half past two.
Jiang Qin picked up a piece of beef brisket and handed it over: “I heard from Uncle Gong that you are going to Shanghai to meet the uncle on November 11. Who is the uncle?”
“It’s my dad.” Feng Nanshu opened her small mouth and ate the beef brisket he fed, her eyes brimming with water.
“Then why are you going to school in Jeju? The educational conditions in Shanghai are much better than those in Jeju, right? You weren’t really kicked out by your family, right?”
Feng Nanshu’s little spoon paused and said in a soft tone: “Because Jeju is my mother’s hometown.”
“Then you won’t go back to Jeju during the entire National Day?”
“I want to go back. I want to go back quickly and sneak away with you, but I don’t know when I can go back.”
Jiang Qin didn’t ask any more questions, because he could clearly feel that the little rich woman was not very interested in meeting her father, so he fed her twice in a row, making her feel happy again.
Then he glanced at the head of his chopsticks, and then at the poster on the wall opposite. There was a slogan written on it, which roughly meant that sharing a pair of chopsticks with others was an unhygienic habit and advocated the civilization of sharing chopsticks.
Jiang Qin fiddled with his chopsticks, thinking that this would be clean and hygienic.
Halfway through the meal, Gao Wenhui also came to the cafeteria. After finishing her meal, she sat down, but instead of competing with each other like before, she was surprisingly quiet.
But her eyes kept looking back and forth between Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu, her eyes full of curiosity.
How could you hold it back?
Fan Shuling also said that Jiang Qin is a scumbag, but she doesn’t think so. He is basically a gentleman who likes to touch feet.
“Gao Wenhui, you always stare at me, aren’t you afraid of eating rice up your nose?” Jiang Qin glanced at him.
The smile on Gao Wenhui’s face gradually disappeared: “I knew that being a light bulb would not end well!”
After breakfast, Jiang Qin took the young rich woman to the entrepreneurial base to get the certificate, but the ending was very tragic.
Because Cao Xinyue said there was something wrong with filling out the form last time, Feng Nanshu was left to fill it in.