Jiang Qin only went to check on the situation on the first day, but did not go again for the next few days.
After all, what you can see is the taste, not who is looking at the stall, and he is not a sign of human flesh. There is not much difference whether he goes or not.
But without the help of his uncle and aunt, Yang Shuan felt that the temple fair in the past few days had lost a lot of fun, which was completely different from the first day.
But he was not bored, because many old classmates came to his stall to drink mutton soup, and then pretended to inquire whether Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu were in love.
Yang Shuan said that I took all the fucking New Year’s money. Can it be true?
Therefore, with the presence of witnesses and witnesses, the rumor became the truth, causing great shock to the entire high school circle.
The cold moonlight of Chengnan High School, that fairy girl who exudes light, is really in love.
Thinking of this, many people have insomnia late at night, and some people even changed the QQ space background music to “He Must Love You Very Much” by Adu.
I should be under the car
Shouldn’t be in the car
See how sweet you are
Yang Shuan took out his cell phone and shared with Jiang Qin the number of casualties today.
“Uncle, seven or eight people came today and asked if you and aunt are in love.”
Jiang Qin was reading a book with the little rich woman in the Jeju library. When he was bored, he took out his mobile phone and glanced at it. After reading it, he couldn’t help but look up at the little rich woman.
In high school, he had never seen many people surrounding Feng Nanshu.
But that’s not because she’s not popular, it’s just that she’s so unapproachable.
But seeing countless boys shouting that their dreams were broken in the space, Jiang Qin realized more clearly how holy and perfect the name Feng Nanshu was to the boys in the south of the city, and also realized more clearly how the little rich woman’s name was. How charming is it?
Maybe in everyone’s heart, no one is worthy of such a girl.
“Um?”
“Which bastard made my name a piece of shit!”
Jiang Qin was so angry that he reached out and peeled off a pistachio and fed it into the little rich woman’s mouth, with a little bit of her saliva on his fingertips.
“Jiang Qin, you still want to eat.” Feng Nanshu opened her rosy mouth and waited for him to feed her.
“If I eat another one, I won’t eat it. My hands will peel and hurt.”
“Take the last three.”