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Reborn at Thirty-Eight

Chapter: 567

Jiang Qin waited for her to be ready, locked the door, and turned off the light in 207. Only the light of the TV was on in the whole room, and the environment instantly became dark.

“Jiang Qin, what movie are we watching?”

“I picked some in advance, you can see if there is anything you like.”

Jiang Qin also sat on the sofa, moved the mouse, and opened a folder called “Movies I Watched on Christmas Eve with My Best Friend.”

When chatting on QQ last night, the little rich woman said that she wanted to watch a movie with him on Christmas Eve, but she didn’t want to go to the cinema, so Jiang Qin spent three hours collecting and downloading various movies.

They are all classic movies that do not overly promote love, have no nudity or passionate scenes, are suitable for all ages, and will not teach the little rich woman a bad lesson. There are eight movies in total, such as Spirited Away, Hachiko, When Happiness Comes Knock on the door…

Especially when happiness knocks on the door, the male protagonist is divorced at the beginning, the world is falling apart, and he is raising a child alone, which is the best in the whole show.

Feng Nanshu’s little butt moved forward, Xiangxiang pressed softly against Jiang Qin, her pretty face moved in front of the screen, and her beautiful eyes were reflected extremely brightly by the light of the screen.

“You can see for yourself, I’ll give you the mouse.”

Jiang Qin’s face turned away from the screen, his back pressed against the sofa, his hand naturally drooped, and suddenly he touched a small stockinged foot in the dark environment.

The little rich woman said it was ticklish, and then changed from half-kneeling and half-sitting to sitting on her side. Just like the last rainy day, she crossed her legs and stretched her warm little feet into his hand again.

I am a gentleman.

Jiang Qin thought about being a gentleman in his heart, but he rubbed the little feet in his hands with great joy.

“Actually, they’re all pretty good, just click on any one.”

Feng Nanshu pursed her lips and said softly: “Jiang Qin, what should I do if I want to see you?”

Jiang Qin waved his hand and said, “You have a good idea. It’s already dawn after watching eight movies. Let’s pick one tonight.”

“Brother, look at eight.”

“If you call me brother again, I’ll eat you!”

Jiang Qin suddenly raised his little foot and made a vicious threat, which didn’t look fake.

“…”

“elder brother.”

Feng Nanshu’s eyes seemed to be rippling with water.

In the hearts of many people, Feng Nanshu is a cold, quiet, and unreachable image, just like a pure white streak in the memory of youth. When recalled after many years, it is equally cold and noble, without any loss of holiness.

But at this time, she was lying on her back on the sofa, with one black silk foot raised, and calling her brother with shining eyes.

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