“I remembered.”
“Um?”
“My birthday is coming next week, and he seemed to have asked me what gift I wanted a few days ago.” Cao Xinyue had an idea and felt it was very reliable.
Jiang Qin flicked the bald little monk on the table twice: “A gift? When did you ask?”
Cao Xinyue took out her phone and looked through the chat history: “It was last Monday.”
“It happens to be the day when we pay wages. So, Senior Chen went to work part-time at my place to buy you a gift? My goodness, is there really love in this world?”
“How about it, are you envious?” Senior Sister Cao looked proud.
Jiang Qin said disdainfully: “If that’s the case, then don’t ask him. Just pretend you don’t know and accept this surprise.”
Cao Xinyue put down her phone and raised her head: “Junior, I am one of the first few people who supported your business. You must be nice to my boyfriend and don’t embarrass him.”
“Then you don’t have to say it. I promise not to find any reason to deduct his salary in the first three months.”
“????”
While they were talking, Tang Lin, who had gone out for dinner, came back. When she saw Jiang Qin, she immediately pounced on him: “My dear, are you still single now?”
“Of course, but you must not be interested in me. Although I am more handsome than Daniel Wu, I don’t want to fall in love.”
Jiang Qin is a cold and aloof group.
Tang Lin pursed her lips, thinking to herself that this person was really incompetent. How could Feng Nanshu, who was so stunning, not be able to defeat him? No wonder Yan Yan retreated when faced with difficulties, she was really just a man with copper skin and iron bones.
“By the way, where’s Hong Yan? Why haven’t I seen her these days?” Jiang Qin played the little monk on the table.
“Yan Yan just sorted out last year’s application files a few days ago. She was almost exhausted. She is resting in the dormitory now.”
Jiang Qin nodded, chatted a few more words and prepared to leave.
It’s already half past six, only half an hour before the scheduled time. The people in 208 are probably dressed up and waiting for him to go back.
But as luck would have it, as soon as he raised his buttocks, Professor Yan quietly walked out of the room.
He seemed to have just had his hair cut, his face was glowing, and he looked much more energetic, unlike an old man who was almost seventy, maybe sixty-nine at most.
“Jiang Qin, don’t leave yet. I have something to ask you. Please answer it honestly.”
Jiang Qin sat up straight: “What’s wrong, Professor, do you want to eat hot pot again?”
“Bah, stop bringing me hot pot. Let me ask you, why do I keep hearing dogs barking upstairs these days?”