Jiang Qin’s ears were filled with the sound of sizzling water, and he didn’t hear it clearly. He was stunned for a long time before he couldn’t help but grin: “Uncle Gong, the play is over, don’t call me young master anymore. These two words make me feel all over.” Goosebumps.”
Uncle Gong smiled slightly: “Okay, Master Jiang.”
“…”
This old man was really into trouble. Jiang Qin was suddenly stunned for a moment while holding the water pipe. Then he kept his right hand still and took out his mobile phone with one hand to type.
One minute, two minutes… ten minutes and fifteen minutes, Uncle Gong’s expression gradually became confused, thinking to himself, why is Master Jiang so motionless as if he has been immobilized?
Just as he was about to speak, he found his eldest daughter running over from the tree-lined path opposite.
“Uncle Gong.”
“Miss, why are you here?”
Feng Nanshu pointed at Jiang Qin with his finger: “I came to play with Jiang Qin.”
Jiang Qin switched his right hand to his left and shook it twice: “Why did you come here? My hands are so sore. Look, it’s a rainbow.”
The water pressurized by the water gun sprays out like silk mist. It scatters and refracts light, creating a small rainbow with all seven colors, as if it is hung on the roof of the car. The picture is very idol drama.
Jiang Qin was very proud: “I just said I could do magic.”
“Jiang Qin, I want to play too.” Feng Nanshu’s eyes were bright and she was eager to take the water gun.
“Then don’t wander around. You might disappear if you don’t look at the right angle.”
Jiang Qin handed the water gun to her, then stepped aside and squatted on the stone pier, looking at the little rich woman sipping the water in the sun, his eyes narrowed, and his mood was particularly bright.
It turns out that my uncle was holding the water gun motionless just to show the eldest lady the rainbow that happened to appear…
Uncle Gong glanced at the “Arrogant Son-in-law in the City: Final Volume” in his hand, and suddenly felt that the story in it was not interesting.
“Master Jiang.”
“What’s wrong, Uncle Gong?” Jiang Qin raised his head.
Uncle Gong came over and said, “This Bentley has been in service since the eldest daughter was in junior high school. According to the family’s wishes, it is time to replace it. After all, no matter how good the car is, its safety performance will deteriorate over time.”
Jiang Qin felt numb after hearing this: “Only seven years? Isn’t it too exaggerated for a wealthy family like you?”
“For the family, the safety of the eldest lady is the most important thing, and this car will not be wasted, but will be used for other purposes, so I would like to ask your opinion?”
Jiang Qin was stunned for a moment: “What’s your opinion?”
“What kind of car does Master Jiang like?” Uncle Gong asked with a smile.