“…”
Feng Nanshu pursed her lips, got back under the quilt, turned over and faced him: “But your home is so comfortable.”
Jiang Qin looked sideways at her huddled up in his bed, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: “Then you can sleep here for a while. When the rain stops, I will take you to the photo studio to get the album.”
“good.”
Feng Nanshu agreed and gently closed his eyes.
The sound of the keyboard in her ears, the sound of rain outside the window, the faint sound of thunder, sleepiness came over her like rain on the street, making her fall into a dream gently and softly.
Beautiful girls are sometimes like cats, they always fall asleep easily in a safe enough place.
Two hours later, the rain did not stop, but the intensity became much weaker. Feng Nanshu got up from the bed, rubbed his eyes, and found that Jiang Qin was staring at the rain outside the window in a daze, his eyes slightly aged.
“Jiang Qin, I’m awake.”
“Go wash your face, I’ll take you to get the photo album, and have a meal by the way.”
Jiang Qin turned off the computer, picked up the car keys, waited for the little rich woman to finish washing her face, and then drove to the Seaou Photo Studio.
Because two copies of the photo album were needed to set up the table, these things together were quite heavy. Jiang Qin put the things into part of the trunk, leaving only one photo album in the hands of the little rich woman, and then he found a small Restaurant, had some lunch.
During the meal, Feng Nanshu had been carefully looking through the photos in the album, looking at each person in each photo, the light in his eyes always flickering.
Jiang Qin opened his mouth to eat whatever he fed her, but his cute little eyes never left the photo album.
So obsessed?
Jiang Qin picked up a piece of chili pepper and quietly fed it to it. He found that the little rich woman chewed it twice, and after a second of silence, she began to make a sizzling sound.
“Do you still want to eat?”
“Still eating.”
After lunch, the two returned to Hongrong’s home. Jiang Qin took out various tables and filled the whole coffee table. Then he looked at the group photo of the two of them for a long time, his expression gradually solidifying.
It’s so cute, it’s a suit with a white skirt. He didn’t pay much attention when taking the photo, but after it was set up, why did the wedding photos have such a strong sense of déjà vu!
However, there are advantages to having such a strong sense of déjà vu. Ms. Yuan Youqin will definitely be extremely happy, so let’s take this opportunity to talk about the half-month trip.
But if you tell the truth, it is inevitable that you will be nagged. How can you avoid it?
Jiang Qin thought silently and couldn’t help but glance at Feng Nanshu, who was still looking through the photo album.
In the afternoon, the door of their house was opened. Yuan Youqin and Jiang Zhenghong came home from get off work and walked to the entrance to change their shoes. Two sets of wet footprints were left at the door.