Feng Nanshu’s tone when saying these two words was soft and pleasant.
“Is it cold in this way?” Jiang Qin pinched her coat to test the thickness.
The little rich woman shook her head and tugged at the clothes underneath: “It’s not cold. The sweater inside is thick.”
“Jiang Qin, are you really not going to the party with us?”
Gao Wenhui also walked out of the building door at this time.
“There are other activities tonight. You just go and play. Feng Nanshu will leave it to me.”
When the little rich woman heard this, she couldn’t help but raise her head, her clear eyes shining with a hint of joy.
Gao Wenhui was a little regretful, not that Jiang Qin didn’t go. After all, this was a party for Class 4 and had nothing to do with Class 3. But everyone knew that Feng Nanshu wouldn’t go where Jiang Qin didn’t go.
She remembered a proverb that is called the water thrown out by a married girl.
Feng Nanshu now seems to be a girl who got married in Class 4, she is really a follower of her husband.
Afterwards, the two groups parted ways, one going to the school gate to take a taxi, and the other going up the overpass to the central auditorium of the East School.
The evening was very chilly. Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu walked slowly on the overpass. In the gradually darkening sky, the cold breath coming out of their mouths became more and more obvious.
“Jiang Qin, I’m cold.”
Feng Nanshu’s pair of fleece lambskin boots made a clicking sound on the overpass.
“Didn’t you just say you weren’t cold?”
Feng Nanshu stretched out his hand from his sleeves expressionlessly: “My little hands are cold. If you don’t believe me, try it.”
“Oh, I have been a warm and kind-hearted person since I was a child.”
Jiang Qin said seriously, and took her soft little hand and put it into his pocket.
“My other little hand is also cold.” Feng Nanshu said softly.
Another one?
Put it in my pocket too?
Wouldn’t that just be a hug?
“Warm this one first, and I’ll change the side for you later.” Jiang Qin’s main thing is to keep out the oil and salt.
“oh.”