Thinking back to the scene where Jiang Qin was on the phone with an expressionless face just now, it really illustrates what it means to be a cold-blooded man who is ruthless and doesn’t talk much.
“Damn it, my scalp was numb when Zhu Feng came. I didn’t expect him to ask us if we wanted a pot?”
“Jiang Qin is truly my male idol. It’s so happy to go through the back door!”
“I have never seen Zhu Feng give face to anyone…”
Hearing everyone’s exclamations, Zhuang Chen, who was standing behind, felt very uncomfortable.
What Jian Chun wanted to do couldn’t be done by himself, but other men were able to do it. It seemed that he was incompetent, but he was really incompetent.
if……
Let’s just say what if.
If the person who called just now was herself, what would Jian Chun think?
“Zhu Feng, I’m Zhuang Chen. Prepare a classroom for me. I want to cook dumplings. Yes, immediately, immediately, send another pot over!”
“Jian Chun, I’ve done it. Let’s have a pleasant winter solstice tonight!”
After fantasizing about it, Zhuang Chen felt that his scalp was numb with pleasure, and he had even imagined Jian Chun’s eyes admiring him.
But after returning to reality, he felt empty.
Turning back to look at Jian Chun, she was sharing with Jiang Tian the conversation she had just had with Zhu Feng, with a moving smile on her face.
It was snowing and clear in the afternoon, and the winter sunshine shone thinly, wisps, indifferently and kindly.
Jiang Qin moved his chair to the balcony of the dormitory and chatted with his roommates while basking in the sun. It was not until 2:30 in the afternoon when he felt sleepy from the sun that he patted his butt and turned around to leave.
“Jiang Ge is so unloyal. He even runs around during the winter solstice and doesn’t even sit in an Internet cafe.”
“You can’t blame him. He has business to do, which is different from us. Brothers must learn to understand and tolerate.”
Ren Ziqiang’s eyes widened, he didn’t understand how this kind of thing could happen to Cao Guangyu.
But when he came to his senses, he found that Lao Cao had already changed his clothes and put on a scarf. He opened the door without saying a word and was about to leave.
“Old Cao, what are you doing again?”
“I’m going to have a quick talk about love. Remember, you must learn to be tolerant.”
“????”
Three minutes later, Jiang Qin strolled to 207 and heard a burst of extremely lively sounds coming from inside.