Who Can Fall In Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 373 Feng Nanshu is really jealous

It is not allowed to check the spare phone, especially in broad daylight and it is very cold.

Jiang Qin pinched Feng Nanshu's moist and cold face, stopped her cat-like curiosity, and turned her out of the door of the teaching building. If passers-by couldn't tell the difference between friendship and love, they might think they were the same person. There's a young couple.

Not long after, Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan also came down, along with Kong Sisi, Duan Yan and Shao Xianghao, who had gone to Jiang Qin's house to have dinner that day. The seven of them followed the crowd and wandered around the snack street and billiards outside. halls and black Internet cafes.

Although it is a holiday, many shops in the snack street are still open, and everyone is preparing to make another round of money before the Chinese New Year.

What about soybean pancakes, Korean cold noodles, fried buns, and hand pancakes? The hot pots are steaming under the pale winter day. The aroma of the food can arouse appetite even more in the dry and cold season.

Feng Nanshu had never seen this before. Her high school life was always between home and school, so she was full of curiosity along the way and was confused by everything she looked at.

“Just now... Chu Siqi cried in the class, and no one in the class dared to speak.”

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Guo Zihang took advantage of Feng Nanshu to walk in front and whispered: "She was crying silently at first. Then when she saw you and Feng Nanshu taking pictures outside the window, she suddenly couldn't hold it anymore. This is the first time I've seen her cry."

Jiang Qin raised his head and glanced at the bright winter sunshine, and sighed slightly: "The alma mater is going to be demolished. I feel sad and cry. This shows that everyone is a person who values ​​love and justice."

“But everyone said that Chu Siqi cried because of you, and she must have regretted it.”

“She was so proud when you liked her back then, but now she can’t stop crying. There aren’t many people in the class who sympathize with her. They just sigh a little, probably because they feel that things have changed.”

At this moment, Feng Nanshu suddenly turned his face and looked at Guo Zihang with a cold expression.

The little rich woman who has been aloof for three years feels too oppressive to show this expression. Her eyes are like sharp swords, and the handle of the sword is still pink.

Jiang Qin said "Oh": "Lao Guo, congratulations, your new year's money is gone."

Guo Zihang: “????”

Yang Shuan came over and patted him on the shoulder: "Lao Guo, you are so confused, you dare to talk about anything, right? The Chinese New Year is about to come, how come you still can't tell the difference between the big king and the big king?"

“No, I have no other intentions. Can I still be saved?”

“No, didn’t you see my uncle’s reaction? He doesn’t even dare to answer your question.”

 “But I think I can try to rescue him again...”

 Guo Zihang ran his fleshy body and chased them all the way into the billiard hall, and then went to eat the most representative braised noodles of Chengnan High School.

 It was a coincidence that when they were eating noodles, they met Chu Siqi again, accompanied by Wang Huiru and Yu Shasha. Chu's eyes were indeed a little red, which proved that Lao Guo's statement was indeed true.

There is no way. After all, today is the day to go back to high school, and the topic will more or less involve regrets. When it comes to the past, the atmosphere is filled up invisibly, and many of the unwillingness to accept it have become heavier and more difficult to live with.

For example, it would have been better if I had studied hard at that time, it would have been better if I had not broken up with him out of anger, and it would have been better if I had not been addicted to games.

There were a lot of people coming to eat braised noodles, and there were also a lot of people saying this. So Chu Siqi’s mood changed again, and she stared straight at Jiang Qin.

 “And a little more vinegar…”

Feng Nanshu murmured with a small face, holding the vinegar bottle and pouring it into the bowl.

Jiang Qin looked back, looked at the dark soup in her bowl, and couldn't help but swallow.

"It seems that I can't eat it." The little rich woman looked at Jiang Qin confidently.

Jiang Qin narrowed his eyes: "Who asked you to pour so much?"

 “Jiang Qin, I’ll eat your food, hey.”

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Seeing this scene, Kong Sisi, Duan Yan and Shao Xianghao couldn't help but look at each other, thinking that the aloof fairy girl was really jealous, she looked like a little jealous.

After returning from Seongnam High School, the days quickly reached the end of the twelfth twelfth lunar month. The snow in Jeju stopped for a week, and then it went straight to a big, white sky. In conjunction with the red lanterns hung by the municipal department and various promotions in shopping malls, the New Year The smell instantly boiled in this small town.

There are year-end clearance sales and New Year shopping specials. From morning to night, various promotional floats are constantly circling the streets.

 There are often children running around on the roadside holding incense, lighting firecrackers and blasting off the whole New Year.

On the morning of Friday, Jiang Qin took Feng Nanshu to the mall to buy couplets and lanterns. He called Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan, two free laborers, and drove all the way to the garden villa of the little rich woman.

According to Uncle Gong, Feng Nanshu’s stepmother did not allow them to post Spring Festival couplets, so the villa never had couplets posted.

Jiang Qin said to **** with it, so he slapped a piece of paper with the character "福" on it.

 “Jiang Qin, it’s stuck upside down.”

 “Well, this is a blessing, a homophonic joke.”

Feng Nan opened his mouth, as if hearing this kind of gameplay for the first time, he looked silly and cute.

Jiang Qin pinched her little face, walked upstairs, and sneaked into Feng Nanshu's princess room for a visit.

　　It is very beautiful, very neat, and very big, but just because it is very beautiful and tidy, the room has no life at all. No wonder the little rich woman likes to sneak into his house.

Look at our little den, although it’s not much bigger than the toilet, but clothes are scattered everywhere and we can’t even find a pair of socks. This is what life is!

Yuan Youqin was not here. Otherwise, if she had heard Jiang Qin's rebellious speech, Boss Jiang, who is worth millions, would have slept on the sofa. Jiang Qin reached out and brushed the desk, as if he could see Feng Nanshu in high school, doing homework and reading novels, with a trace of desire for freedom in his innocent eyes.

When Boss Jiang returned to the first floor, he found that there was an extra Qin on the welcome wall, which was posted upside down like the blessing next to it. Feng Nanshu was holding a writing brush, and his expression seemed to be very satisfied with his work.

“Uncle Gong, thank you for the hospitality. I’m going home. I’ll come back to play next time.” Feng Nanshu handed him the brush.

 “Huh? Ah...go home.”

Uncle Gong was in a state of confusion for a long time. He looked back at the huge villa and thought to himself, Miss, do you know where home is?

Jiang Qin watched Feng Nanshu run out and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth: "Uncle Gong, would you like to come to my house for dinner on New Year's Eve?"

"Does it fit?"

“It’s appropriate. My mother has changed to a bigger table. It’s more lively when there are more people.”

 Uncle Gong pursed his lips and said, "Thank you, Master Jiang."

After Jiang Qin said goodbye to Uncle Gong, he called Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan and went out. Then he caught up with the little rich woman and asked, "How are you? Are you happy today?"

 “I’m happy, Uncle Gong’s house is really beautiful, but our house is also very cute even though it’s small.”

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Feng Nanshu sat in the passenger seat and glanced at Jiang Qin, then shook the big jade bracelet on his hand.

Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan sat in the back seat and looked at each other. They thought they hadn't eaten lunch yet, so they were a little tired.

 “What shall we have for lunch?”

Jiang Qin thought for a while: "Kang Mailang's instant noodles, upgraded packaging, content of 1.5 barrels."

Yang Shuan coughed and said, "Uncle, we are getting tired of eating instant noodles every day at school. Can we try something else?"

 “The Kang Mailang at my house is different from the one you had at school.”

"real or fake?"

Jiang Qin nodded: "Well, I don't have braised eggs at home."

Hearing these words, the corner of Yang Shuan's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but think of the instant noodles he had eaten at Uncle Gou's house during the Spring Festival last year.

Just because my aunt loves to eat braised eggs, Uncle Gou made two buckets without braised eggs and one bucket with three braised eggs. He also insisted that it was luck and he was not cheating.

Of course, that’s what he said, but Jiang Qin isn’t that stingy either.

Feng Nanshu's villa is a big one, and they spent four hours just posting Spring Festival couplets. By this time, they were exhausted, so Jiang Qin took them to a restaurant and ordered a table of dishes as a reward.

The next day, Yuan Youqin got up early and arranged for Jiang Zhenghong and Jiang Qin to clean up. Jiang Zhenghong was responsible for the public area outside, and Jiang Qin was responsible for the three bedrooms.

 Then she and Feng Nanshu were responsible for making dumplings for the three days of New Year.

At this time, there was snow falling outside the window, the heater was on in the room, and "Three Whips", a review of cross talk sketches from previous years, was playing on the TV, and the whole atmosphere was full of warmth.

After Yuan Youqin finished wrapping her bags, she couldn't help but look at Feng Nanshu, who was sitting next to her.

 She was holding the dough and pulling the dumpling fillings inside, focusing and serious, and she was doing it quickly and well.

“It’s amazing. Last year, I said it was too tiring to make dumplings by myself, so I asked Jiang Qin to quickly find me a daughter-in-law. This year, I have everything.”

Yuan Youqin sighed secretly, and suddenly saw his son coming out of their bedroom with a broom on his shoulders and a roll of newspaper in his hand, rolled up like a cylinder.

"What is this? It's rolled up so thickly and stuffed under the bed? You don't want me to throw it away!" Jiang Qin stretched out his hand and shook it, with a proud look on his face.

Jiang Zhenghong was shocked: "You brat, how come you can find me wherever I hide?"

 “Hide?”

Yuan Youqin came back to her senses and her eyes instantly became serious: "What are you hiding?"

Jiang Zhenghong grabbed the newspaper and stuffed it into his pocket: "No, there's nothing. I went to clean the toilet."

 Feng Nanshu finished making a dumpling and looked at Yuan Youqin with curious eyes: "Auntie, what is that?"

"Your uncle has been saving his private money for three or four years. He always thinks he is very smart. In fact, I have known it for a long time. I just pretend to be stupid. Hiding private money has almost become his hobby, so I Pretend you don’t know and play with him.”

“Auntie, I know, sometimes I pretend to be stupid.”

Yuan Youqin reached out and rubbed some flour on her little nose: "These old men are quite childish sometimes, but they don't know how smart we women are."

Feng Nanshu nodded: "Jiang Qin is quite childish. He also likes to ride on a rocking car."

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