Jiang Qin muttered, as if he was really looking at the wind-up frog instead of being attracted by the child, and walked into the first unit with his hands in his pockets.
Feng Nanshu also stood up and followed him, took out his key, and led Jiang Qin into the house.
Great, my son finally doesn’t need to open the floor mat to get the spare key when he comes home.
Then Jiang Qin mysteriously entered his bedroom, which could be said to be a nanny’s room or a storage room, and pulled out a large box from under the bed.
He also had many toys when he was a child, such as this pirated Transformers without legs, a box of glass marbles, a four-wheel-drive car with its motor detached, and this… little fairy’s magic wand and a doll without a skirt.
Damn, why did my mother buy me this kind of toy when I was a kid? It’s so abstract. Such a big boss used to play with fairies and dolls when he was a kid.
But where did the doll’s dress go?
Could it be that I have had a desire to learn about the secrets of girls’ bodies a long time ago.
No wonder I can get the learning star, but Cao Guangyu, Ren Ziqiang and Zhou Chao can’t.
Jiang Qin picked through the box and found a pile of fairly complete toys.
These are not bad, maybe they can be passed on to the crystallization of friendship.
He just watched Aunt Li’s grandson playing with a wind-up frog, and he couldn’t help but imagine such a scene.
To be honest, when you watch the crystallization of your friendship with a good friend playing with the toys you played with when you were a child, the feeling is really not comparable to winning a business war.
He won both the group buying war and the food delivery war. He won half of the payment war. He had money and fame, and he witnessed with his own eyes the prosperity of the world and the changes of the times.
But thinking about this kind of scene, I still can’t help but feel cautiously.
At this moment, Feng Nanshu quietly opened the door and walked in. She took a peek at what her brother was doing, and then she noticed the toys spread all over the floor. She couldn’t help but squat down and play with them for a while.
As the setting sun moved by itself, it fell to the west side of the sky. The room became slightly darker, casting a touching haze into the room. The two childish ghosts kept playing.
Not long after, the door was pushed open and Yuan Youqin returned home from work.
The bedroom can be seen from the entrance. Yuan Youqin put on his shoes and walked over quietly. Standing behind the two of them, he heard Feng Nanshu secretly reciting Jiang Ainan’s poem.
When Jiang Qin heard her talk about Jiang Ainan, he couldn’t help but pinch her face, but Feng Nanshu still dared to say it.
“What are you doing?”
“?”
When Jiang Qin heard the sound, he turned around and was startled. He thought to himself, what’s going on with my mother? Why is there no movement when she comes back?
What if I wasn’t playing with toys, but with good friends.