Feng Qing

Chapter 53

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8:40 pm.

Fortunately, Jiang Jing is not crazy.

Grandma Jiang smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed.

Zhao Fengqing would only vent her temper to Jiang Jing in private. But now in public, she straightened her back and whispered, "Your cousin knows how to talk better than you."

When Grandma Jiang saw the photo, she didn't notice anything unusual. But now that she saw him in person, she realized that Zhao Fengqing's smiling expression was somewhat like that of a woman.

But she would click it unconsciously.

"Smoke less." Jiang Jing said calmly, "It stinks."

"It's different." Zhang Mujun said, "Have you ever seen Jiang Jing and any of his girlfriends get so close in public?"

Getting better and better.

Jiang Jing sent a WeChat message, "Is the Portuguese tart delicious?"

No matter how much Zhang Mujun asked, Jiang Jing never talked about Zhao Fengqing again.

At this moment, she looks like no one.

At this time, she ate it silently, sighing for his male dignity.

Jiang Jing glanced at Zhang Mujun.

"Um."

Zhang Mujun was shocked.

Zhao Fengqing glanced over. Zhang Mujun's direct gaze made her unhappy, so she put her arm around Jiang Jing's waist.

Xiao Zhen patted him and said, "You're back to life."

Zhao Fengqing: "Delicious!"

At that moment, Jiang Yan suddenly wanted to wipe away his tears.

Zhang Mujun's brain was stuck. He thought, today is the 29th, it will be soon.

Zhao Fengqing nodded, wondering if Zhao's father and mother knew about Jiang Jing's illness, would they still be so warm to him.

No one has ever used the word virtuous to describe her.

Since that day, Jiang Jing's busyness has become tragic in Zhao Fengqing's eyes.

Zhang Mujun kept looking at Zhao Fengqing, and even after she and Jiang Jing walked away, he still kept staring at them.

And he never let her down.

Then Jiang Jing talked about this and that for a while.

He doesn't smoke, drink, or play with girls, and he always looks calm and indifferent.

"I remembered it wrongly. I thought the gas card was stuffed into the bag. I just found it. You should get some rest early."

Zhao Fengqing: "Delicious!"

"It's different." Zhang Mujun said, "Have you ever seen Jiang Jing and any of his girlfriends get so close in public?"

This style is completely different from the previous style of ending a conversation with just a few sentences.

She raised her eyes and said, "Isn't my long black hair undignified?"

Zhao's mother sometimes asks about Jiang Jing's recent situation.

This trip took four or five hours.

Zhao Fengqing nodded, wondering if Zhao's father and mother knew about Jiang Jing's illness, would they still be so warm to him.

Fortunately, Jiang Jing is not crazy.

Out of boredom, he opened the cigarette again.

Things will work out when the time comes. That's all we can do.

Mother Zhao felt distressed after hearing this and said, "Tell him to take care of his health."

From climate to geography, and back to economics.

Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I wish Grandma Jiang good fortune and a long life." Then he handed over the gift.

Grandma Jiang smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed.

"If you feel good and want to have some more sex, she's willing to do it."

Zhang Mujun smiled, "Did you see it? It's so pretty."

Since that day, Jiang Jing's busyness has become tragic in Zhao Fengqing's eyes.

When Zhao Fengqing was free in the bookstore, he would look through Jiang Jing's WeChat profile.

"Boss Jiang, I've never seen you smoke before?"

But he ate very little, especially those that were obviously aphrodisiacs. He would say lightly, "It's too nutritious."

Zhao Fengqing was not capable of chatting about such profound topics, she just said "hmm".

Jiang Jing arrived after just taking a puff.

And he never let her down.

She checked online and found that Jiang Jing's condition was mostly caused by immediate ejaculation.

Life is very dull.

"Um."

Xiao Zhen flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "Jiang Jing doesn't take us seriously."

"I remembered it wrongly. I thought the gas card was stuffed into the bag. I just found it. You should get some rest early."

After chatting for about twenty minutes, Jiang Jing asked, "Do you still have the bag of Portuguese tarts?"

Zhao Fengqing glanced towards him and inadvertently raised the corners of his eyes, completely disappearing the polite expression he had shown towards Grandma Jiang.

Zhao Fengqing smiled brightly at Jiang Yan.

Zhao Fengqing's heart skipped a beat, and he decided to play dumb, "No. I threw it away after I ate it."

Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I wish Grandma Jiang good fortune and a long life." Then he handed over the gift.

"We haven't known each other for so many years." Zhang Mujun glared at Xiao Zhen, "What's wrong with just having sex? He's a man, so he won't suffer any loss."

Finally, Zhang Mujun gritted his teeth and said, "For the sake of our friendship, please have sex with my cousin."

Jiang Yu chatted for a few words and then left for the time being.

He has superb kissing skills, but he can't withstand real guns and real bullets.

Zhang Mujun smiled, "Did you see it? It's so pretty."

Jiang Jing's interpersonal interactions all have a purpose.

Jiang Jing didn't reply for a long time. At around nine o'clock, he said, "Is there anything else in the bag of Portuguese tarts?"

And he never let her down.

Zhang Mujun clicked his tongue twice, "When are you going to break up? My cousin is threatening me to match you with her." It was well known that Zhang Mujun's cousin fell in love with Jiang Jing at first sight. But it was also well known that Jiang Jing looked down on her.

Xiao Zhen patted him and said, "You're back to life."

Zhao Fengqing stroked his forehead and wiped the sweat off his forehead, "Ah? We didn't even see the thing. We threw it into the trash can downstairs."

Jiang Jing put down his teacup, stood up and walked out.

Mother Zhao felt distressed after hearing this and said, "Tell him to take care of his health."

After Jiang Jing hung up the phone, Zhang Mujun next to him teased, "Boss Jiang, who are you talking to? You're talking sweet nothings."

"I remembered it wrongly. I thought the gas card was stuffed into the bag. I just found it. You should get some rest early."

Zhang Mujun kept looking at Zhao Fengqing, and even after she and Jiang Jing walked away, he still kept staring at them.

But tonight was truly a surprise.

Xiao Zhen lit a cigarette and said sarcastically, "Master Zhang, are you thinking too deeply about your friendship with Jiang Jing?"

By mid-October, Jiang Jing was busy again and didn't even have time to have dinner with Zhao Fengqing.

Jiang Jing didn't reply for a long time. At around nine o'clock, he said, "Is there anything else in the bag of Portuguese tarts?"

Then there was no news about Jiang Jing.

Then there was no news about Jiang Jing.

Jiang Jing took a sip of tea and said, "The 32nd of this month."

Jiang Jing was not around, and no one listened to her stories about the ruthless male supporting role and the fat female supporting role. Zhao Fengqing could only read a few pages of the book "The Domineering Prince Falls in Love with the CEO's Abandoned Wife" in a day.

Xiao Zhen asked, "Is Mr. Jiang serious about this?"

Zhao Fengqing glanced over. Zhang Mujun's direct gaze made her unhappy, so she put her arm around Jiang Jing's waist.

Zhao Fengqing looked at it and couldn't tell what was true and false between him and Jiang Jing.

She sarcastically said, "What kind of bad boy are you."

"Um."

The avatar is all black, and there is not even any friends circle. It is very boring.

Since that day, Jiang Jing's busyness has become tragic in Zhao Fengqing's eyes.

Jiang Jing glanced at Zhang Mujun.

Jiang Jing's expression gradually turned cold.

Jiang Jing just hummed and continued drinking tea.

Getting better and better.

Of course, once he loses his rationality, the backlash will be extremely terrible.

This is a poor man who numb himself with work.

Actually there's nothing to see.

When Zhao Fengqing appeared holding Jiang Yin's hand, Jiang Yin was the first one to see him.

Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I wish Grandma Jiang good fortune and a long life." Then he handed over the gift.

Sometimes, seeing his tired face, she couldn't help showing a look of pity, but she didn't dare to show it too obviously.

At this moment, she looks like no one.

Zhao Fengqing's heart skipped a beat, and he decided to play dumb, "No. I threw it away after I ate it."

Zhao Fengqing smiled brightly at Jiang Yan.

"I've heard of your name for a long time." Jiang Yu almost wanted to wipe tears again, "After meeting you today, I can see that Miss Zhao is indeed virtuous and kind."

"Smoke less." Jiang Jing said calmly, "It stinks."

Jiang Jing took a sip of tea and said, "The 32nd of this month."

Xiao Zhen lit a cigarette and said sarcastically, "Master Zhang, are you thinking too deeply about your friendship with Jiang Jing?"

She checked online and found that Jiang Jing's condition was mostly caused by immediate ejaculation.

“…” She clasped her fists, “I admit defeat.”

"Jiang Jing, is this your girlfriend?" Zhang Mujun suddenly appeared beside him, staring at Zhao Fengqing without blinking.

He has superb kissing skills, but he can't withstand real guns and real bullets.

No matter how much Zhang Mujun asked, Jiang Jing never talked about Zhao Fengqing again.

Then there was no news about Jiang Jing.

Zhao Fengqing couldn't help but want to brag about himself, so he pulled Jiang Jing's hand and said, "Boss Jiang, my cousin said I'm virtuous."

"Hey hey..."

Zhang Mujun kept looking at Zhao Fengqing, and even after she and Jiang Jing walked away, he still kept staring at them.

She sarcastically said, "What kind of bad boy are you."

Therefore, when eating with Jiang Jing, Zhao Fengqing would deliberately add some dishes to make him stronger.

She even somewhat liked this contractual relationship.

"You already know it's a daydream." Xiao Zhen laughed.

Of course, once he loses his rationality, the backlash will be extremely terrible.

"If you feel good and want to have some more sex, she's willing to do it."

But he ate very little, especially those that were obviously aphrodisiacs. He would say lightly, "It's too nutritious."

"Who is your cousin?" Jiang Jing stood still, brushed away the strands of hair on her temples, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I can tell you the same as you."

Mother Zhao felt distressed after hearing this and said, "Tell him to take care of his health."

"I remembered it wrongly. I thought the gas card was stuffed into the bag. I just found it. You should get some rest early."

At this time, she ate it silently, sighing for his male dignity.

Jiang Jing just hummed and continued drinking tea.

Zhang Mujun kept looking at Zhao Fengqing, and even after she and Jiang Jing walked away, he still kept staring at them.

This is a poor man who numb himself with work.

Mother Zhao felt distressed after hearing this and said, "Tell him to take care of his health."

At this moment, she looks like no one.

By mid-October, Jiang Jing was busy again and didn't even have time to have dinner with Zhao Fengqing.

When Grandma Jiang saw Zhao Fengqing, the praise she gave him was exactly the same as for her cousin: virtuous and kind, with a kind heart.

Jiang Jing's expression gradually turned cold.

"Which one is it?" Zhang Mujun asked.

Zhao Fengqing looked at it and couldn't tell what was true and false between him and Jiang Jing.

When Zhao Fengqing was free in the bookstore, he would look through Jiang Jing's WeChat profile.

Zhang Mujun finally realized, "Yes, there will never be such a day."

"Didn't you smoke when you were in junior high school?"

Zhao Fengqing stroked his forehead and wiped the sweat off his forehead, "Ah? We didn't even see the thing. We threw it into the trash can downstairs."

Of course, once he loses his rationality, the backlash will be extremely terrible.

This trip took four or five hours.

Actually there's nothing to see.

Zhang Mujun's jaw dropped. "You're playing such a big game? You even want to meet the parents?"

She waited for Jiang Jing’s WeChat message every day.

The avatar is all black, and there is not even any friends circle. It is very boring.

Of course, once he loses his rationality, the backlash will be extremely terrible.

When Zhao Fengqing appeared holding Jiang Yin's hand, Jiang Yin was the first one to see him.

Xiao Zhen had long seen that Jiang Jing was a man so rational that he was almost scary.

Jiang Jing was not around, and no one listened to her stories about the ruthless male supporting role and the fat female supporting role. Zhao Fengqing could only read a few pages of the book "The Domineering Prince Falls in Love with the CEO's Abandoned Wife" in a day.

Xiao Zhen patted him and said, "You're back to life."

The avatar is all black, and there is not even any friends circle. It is very boring.

At this moment, she looks like no one.

Then Jiang Jing talked about this and that for a while.

Jiang Jing arrived after just taking a puff.

But she would click it unconsciously.

"Tomorrow is my grandma's birthday party, she will come over."

She waited for Jiang Jing’s WeChat message every day.

Jiang Jing was not around, and no one listened to her stories about the ruthless male supporting role and the fat female supporting role. Zhao Fengqing could only read a few pages of the book "The Domineering Prince Falls in Love with the CEO's Abandoned Wife" in a day.

"I'm tired of her," Zhang Mujun slapped the table and said, "She doesn't ask for much, just one shot is enough."

Jiang Jing was not around, and no one listened to her stories about the ruthless male supporting role and the fat female supporting role. Zhao Fengqing could only read a few pages of the book "The Domineering Prince Falls in Love with the CEO's Abandoned Wife" in a day.

Zhang Mujun was shocked.

"Hey hey..."

Jiang Jing's lips were almost touching her earlobe, "A virtuous vixen."

Zhao Fengqing was very suspicious of the hairdresser's wording.

She even somewhat liked this contractual relationship.

Things will work out when the time comes. That's all we can do.

Life is very dull.

Jiang Jing took a sip of tea and said, "The 32nd of this month."

Xiao Zhen, who was sitting opposite him, laughed, "Where did number 32 come from?"

Just like she had done for a dozen years.

Just like she had done for a dozen years.

Zhang Mujun's jaw dropped. "You're playing such a big game? You even want to meet the parents?"

Therefore, when eating with Jiang Jing, Zhao Fengqing would deliberately add some dishes to make him stronger.

At this moment, she looks like no one.

Zhao Fengqing glanced over. Zhang Mujun's direct gaze made her unhappy, so she put her arm around Jiang Jing's waist.

Zhao Fengqing glanced over. Zhang Mujun's direct gaze made her unhappy, so she put her arm around Jiang Jing's waist.

Zhao's mother sometimes asks about Jiang Jing's recent situation.

"Take half a day off, and I'll make up for the deducted salary." Jiang Jing was a little noisy, "Be obedient, I have something else to do."

Jiang Jing said calmly, "My girlfriend."

Zhao Fengqing was very suspicious of the hairdresser's wording.

Zhao Fengqing only had two words: "He's busy."

He has superb kissing skills, but he can't withstand real guns and real bullets.

No matter how much Zhang Mujun asked, Jiang Jing never talked about Zhao Fengqing again.

Mother Zhao felt distressed after hearing this and said, "Tell him to take care of his health."

Zhao Fengqing smiled brightly at Jiang Yan.

He has superb kissing skills, but he can't withstand real guns and real bullets.

“…” She clasped her fists, “I admit defeat.”

Getting better and better.

The avatar is all black, and there is not even any friends circle. It is very boring.

She raised her eyes and said, "Isn't my long black hair undignified?"

Grandma Jiang’s birthday party was very formal. Jiang Jing took Zhao Fengqing to get her hair done and change her clothes.

Zhao Fengqing nodded, wondering if Zhao's father and mother knew about Jiang Jing's illness, would they still be so warm to him.

Jiang Jing took a sip of tea and said, "The 32nd of this month."

This trip took four or five hours.

Jiang Jing sent a WeChat message, "Is the Portuguese tart delicious?"

"Who is your cousin?" Jiang Jing stood still, brushed away the strands of hair on her temples, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I can tell you the same as you."

Perhaps only a woman like her who has no interest in sex would think that it is good to be with him.

At this moment, she looks like no one.

This trip took four or five hours.

Since that day, Jiang Jing's busyness has become tragic in Zhao Fengqing's eyes.

The hairstylist said, "Miss, your facial features are very beautiful. A bun will enhance your virtuous temperament."

"I'm tired of her," Zhang Mujun slapped the table and said, "She doesn't ask for much, just one shot is enough."

Sometimes, seeing his tired face, she couldn't help showing a look of pity, but she didn't dare to show it too obviously.

Getting better and better.

Grandma Jiang’s birthday party was very formal. Jiang Jing took Zhao Fengqing to get her hair done and change her clothes.

Grandma Jiang smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed.

The day before, Jiang Jing informed Zhao Fengqing to be his female companion.

He was willing to make friends with Zhang Mujun and his group of playboys for business reasons. Moreover, although they occasionally got together, Jiang Jing always stayed outside their circle.

Of course, once he loses his rationality, the backlash will be extremely terrible.

It's not about love or sex. They just eat together, go shopping, and then sleep in separate beds.

She raised her eyes and said, "Isn't my long black hair undignified?"

She raised her eyes and said, "Isn't my long black hair undignified?"

"Didn't you smoke when you were in junior high school?"

Jiang Jing was not around, and no one listened to her stories about the ruthless male supporting role and the fat female supporting role. Zhao Fengqing could only read a few pages of the book "The Domineering Prince Falls in Love with the CEO's Abandoned Wife" in a day.

"You already know it's a daydream." Xiao Zhen laughed.

Jiang Jing glanced at Zhang Mujun.

She even somewhat liked this contractual relationship.

From climate to geography, and back to economics.

Zhao Fengqing became impatient in the hair salon.

Zhang Mujun couldn't believe it. "No way! My cousin has been waiting for you for so many years, daydreaming every day that she is a prodigal son who returns to her parents' home."

After chatting for about twenty minutes, Jiang Jing asked, "Do you still have the bag of Portuguese tarts?"

Moreover, ever since Zhao's mother learned about Jiang Jing's existence, she has been smiling happily all day long and is particularly energetic when going out to dance square dance.

After chatting for about twenty minutes, Jiang Jing asked, "Do you still have the bag of Portuguese tarts?"

Jiang Jing just hummed and continued drinking tea.

Xiao Zhen, who was sitting opposite him, laughed, "Where did number 32 come from?"

Life is very dull.

Jiang Jing just hummed and continued drinking tea.

Zhao Fengqing looked at it and couldn't tell what was true and false between him and Jiang Jing.

Xiao Zhen flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "Jiang Jing doesn't take us seriously."

Jiang Yu chatted for a few words and then left for the time being.

Things will work out when the time comes. That's all we can do.

"Jiang Jing, is this your girlfriend?" Zhang Mujun suddenly appeared beside him, staring at Zhao Fengqing without blinking.

Xiao Zhen had long seen that Jiang Jing was a man so rational that he was almost scary.

But he ate very little, especially those that were obviously aphrodisiacs. He would say lightly, "It's too nutritious."

Jiang Jing took a sip of tea and said, "The 32nd of this month."

He replied, "I've been to jail. Have you been to jail?"

She waited for Jiang Jing’s WeChat message every day.

This trip took four or five hours.

At that moment, Jiang Yan suddenly wanted to wipe away his tears.

When Grandma Jiang saw Zhao Fengqing, the praise she gave him was exactly the same as for her cousin: virtuous and kind, with a kind heart.

She even somewhat liked this contractual relationship.

And he never let her down.

Jiang Jing didn't reply for a long time. At around nine o'clock, he said, "Is there anything else in the bag of Portuguese tarts?"

The hairstylist said, "Miss, your facial features are very beautiful. A bun will enhance your virtuous temperament."

October 30th is Grandma Jiang’s birthday, which is a Saturday.

Zhao Fengqing nodded, wondering if Zhao's father and mother knew about Jiang Jing's illness, would they still be so warm to him.

Perhaps only a woman like her who has no interest in sex would think that it is good to be with him.

Grandma Jiang's smile faded a little.

Zhao Fengqing couldn't help but want to brag about himself, so he pulled Jiang Jing's hand and said, "Boss Jiang, my cousin said I'm virtuous."

Then there was no news about Jiang Jing.

The day before, Jiang Jing informed Zhao Fengqing to be his female companion.

Then there was no news about Jiang Jing.

Zhao Fengqing smiled brightly at Jiang Yan.

Zhao Fengqing wailed, "I don't get off work until nine o'clock. There won't be any food to eat by the time I get there."

"My cousin." Jiang Jing introduced, "My girlfriend, Zhao Fengqing."

When Grandma Jiang saw Zhao Fengqing, the praise she gave him was exactly the same as for her cousin: virtuous and kind, with a kind heart.

By mid-October, Jiang Jing was busy again and didn't even have time to have dinner with Zhao Fengqing.

Fortunately, Jiang Jing is not crazy.

Sometimes, seeing his tired face, she couldn't help showing a look of pity, but she didn't dare to show it too obviously.

Grandma Jiang smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed.

"Take half a day off, and I'll make up for the deducted salary." Jiang Jing was a little noisy, "Be obedient, I have something else to do."

No matter how much Zhang Mujun asked, Jiang Jing never talked about Zhao Fengqing again.

But tonight was truly a surprise.

After Jiang Jing hung up the phone, Zhang Mujun next to him teased, "Boss Jiang, who are you talking to? You're talking sweet nothings."

"Hey hey..."

"I'm tired of her," Zhang Mujun slapped the table and said, "She doesn't ask for much, just one shot is enough."

No one has ever used the word virtuous to describe her.

Zhao Fengqing chuckled, "Okay."

But tonight was truly a surprise.

Getting better and better.

Jiang Jing said calmly, "My girlfriend."

Jiang Jing sent a WeChat message, "Is the Portuguese tart delicious?"

When Grandma Jiang saw Zhao Fengqing, the praise she gave him was exactly the same as for her cousin: virtuous and kind, with a kind heart.

"That's Jiang Jin's aesthetic." Xiao Zhen didn't find it strange. Men, after all, like beauty. Even the abstinent Jiang Jin.

Zhang Mujun clicked his tongue twice, "When are you going to break up? My cousin is threatening me to match you with her." It was well known that Zhang Mujun's cousin fell in love with Jiang Jing at first sight. But it was also well known that Jiang Jing looked down on her.

Zhao's mother sometimes asks about Jiang Jing's recent situation.

Therefore, when eating with Jiang Jing, Zhao Fengqing would deliberately add some dishes to make him stronger.

Jiang Jing took a sip of tea and said, "The 32nd of this month."

Jiang Jing took her into his arms, his tone becoming colder. "Yeah." He didn't want to talk to Zhang Mujun any more, so he turned to her and said, "Let's go see grandma first."

Zhao's mother sometimes asks about Jiang Jing's recent situation.

"We haven't known each other for so many years." Zhang Mujun glared at Xiao Zhen, "What's wrong with just having sex? He's a man, so he won't suffer any loss."

Xiao Zhen, who was sitting opposite him, laughed, "Where did number 32 come from?"

Zhao's mother sometimes asks about Jiang Jing's recent situation.

Fortunately, Jiang Jing is not crazy.

Zhang Mujun's brain was stuck. He thought, today is the 29th, it will be soon.

Grandma Jiang’s birthday party was very formal. Jiang Jing took Zhao Fengqing to get her hair done and change her clothes.

"We haven't known each other for so many years." Zhang Mujun glared at Xiao Zhen, "What's wrong with just having sex? He's a man, so he won't suffer any loss."

"Hey hey..."

Zhao Fengqing: "Delicious!"

Jiang Yu smiled, walked forward to say hello, and acted very cordially.

"Um."

Then Jiang Jing talked about this and that for a while.

Xiao Zhen, who was sitting opposite him, laughed, "Where did number 32 come from?"

"Um."

Zhao Fengqing became impatient in the hair salon.

"That's Jiang Jin's aesthetic." Xiao Zhen didn't find it strange. Men, after all, like beauty. Even the abstinent Jiang Jin.

Zhao Fengqing nodded, wondering if Zhao's father and mother knew about Jiang Jing's illness, would they still be so warm to him.

Zhang Mujun couldn't believe it. "No way! My cousin has been waiting for you for so many years, daydreaming every day that she is a prodigal son who returns to her parents' home."

No one has ever used the word virtuous to describe her.

Xiao Zhen patted him and said, "You're back to life."

Zhang Mujun finally realized, "Yes, there will never be such a day."

When Zhao Fengqing was free in the bookstore, he would look through Jiang Jing's WeChat profile.

Mother Zhao felt distressed after hearing this and said, "Tell him to take care of his health."

After Jiang Jing hung up the phone, Zhang Mujun next to him teased, "Boss Jiang, who are you talking to? You're talking sweet nothings."

"Um."

Mother Zhao felt distressed after hearing this and said, "Tell him to take care of his health."

On Saturday, Zhao Fengqing took half a day off. After handing over her work to the store manager at noon, she walked to the side door of A to wait for Jiang Jing.

Jiang Jing was not around, and no one listened to her stories about the ruthless male supporting role and the fat female supporting role. Zhao Fengqing could only read a few pages of the book "The Domineering Prince Falls in Love with the CEO's Abandoned Wife" in a day.

October 30th is Grandma Jiang’s birthday, which is a Saturday.

"So there is no day to break up." Zhao Fengqing is Jiang Jing's obsession. She is deeply rooted in his heart and it took twelve years for her to break out.

The little girl in front of her is the one her grandson has been thinking about for many years.

Xiao Zhen lit a cigarette and said sarcastically, "Master Zhang, are you thinking too deeply about your friendship with Jiang Jing?"

Zhao Fengqing chuckled, "Okay."

This style is completely different from the previous style of ending a conversation with just a few sentences.

"Tomorrow is my grandma's birthday party, she will come over."

Zhang Mujun was shocked.

Xiao Zhen asked, "Is Mr. Jiang serious about this?"

Jiang Jing arrived after just taking a puff.

Zhang Mujun couldn't believe it. "No way! My cousin has been waiting for you for so many years, daydreaming every day that she is a prodigal son who returns to her parents' home."

Xiao Zhen asked, "Is Mr. Jiang serious about this?"

Zhao Fengqing looked at it and couldn't tell what was true and false between him and Jiang Jing.

He was willing to make friends with Zhang Mujun and his group of playboys for business reasons. Moreover, although they occasionally got together, Jiang Jing always stayed outside their circle.

"You already know it's a daydream." Xiao Zhen laughed.

He doesn't smoke, drink, or play with girls, and he always looks calm and indifferent.

Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I wish Grandma Jiang good fortune and a long life." Then he handed over the gift.

“…” She clasped her fists, “I admit defeat.”

By mid-October, Jiang Jing was busy again and didn't even have time to have dinner with Zhao Fengqing.

"Um."

She is Zhao Fengqing, and most people who see her are fascinated by her.

Xiao Zhen patted him and said, "You're back to life."

No one has ever used the word virtuous to describe her.

"Tomorrow is my grandma's birthday party, she will come over."

Jiang Yu smiled, walked forward to say hello, and acted very cordially.

Zhang Mujun couldn't believe it. "No way! My cousin has been waiting for you for so many years, daydreaming every day that she is a prodigal son who returns to her parents' home."

Zhang Mujun finally realized, "Yes, there will never be such a day."

When Zhao Fengqing was free in the bookstore, he would look through Jiang Jing's WeChat profile.

When Zhao Fengqing was free in the bookstore, he would look through Jiang Jing's WeChat profile.

"You already know it's a daydream." Xiao Zhen laughed.

But he ate very little, especially those that were obviously aphrodisiacs. He would say lightly, "It's too nutritious."

"You already know it's a daydream." Xiao Zhen laughed.

Since that day, Jiang Jing's busyness has become tragic in Zhao Fengqing's eyes.

When Grandma Jiang saw the photo, she didn't notice anything unusual. But now that she saw him in person, she realized that Zhao Fengqing's smiling expression was somewhat like that of a woman.

"Which one is it?" Zhang Mujun asked.

"So there is no day to break up." Zhao Fengqing is Jiang Jing's obsession. She is deeply rooted in his heart and it took twelve years for her to break out.

Jiang Jing's lips were almost touching her earlobe, "A virtuous vixen."

"Who is your cousin?" Jiang Jing stood still, brushed away the strands of hair on her temples, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I can tell you the same as you."

Grandma Jiang smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed.

When Grandma Jiang saw the photo, she didn't notice anything unusual. But now that she saw him in person, she realized that Zhao Fengqing's smiling expression was somewhat like that of a woman.

"Tomorrow is my grandma's birthday party, she will come over."

Life is very dull.

The Jiang family held a banquet at the yacht club in S City.

The avatar is all black, and there is not even any friends circle. It is very boring.

Jiang Jing's expression gradually turned cold.

Therefore, when eating with Jiang Jing, Zhao Fengqing would deliberately add some dishes to make him stronger.

By mid-October, Jiang Jing was busy again and didn't even have time to have dinner with Zhao Fengqing.

Zhang Mujun was shocked.

Zhao Fengqing became impatient in the hair salon.

Zhang Mujun's jaw dropped. "You're playing such a big game? You even want to meet the parents?"

The day before, Jiang Jing informed Zhao Fengqing to be his female companion.

Finally, Zhang Mujun gritted his teeth and said, "For the sake of our friendship, please have sex with my cousin."

"Tomorrow is my grandma's birthday party, she will come over."

Jiang Jing put down his teacup, stood up and walked out.

Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I wish Grandma Jiang good fortune and a long life." Then he handed over the gift.

Things will work out when the time comes. That's all we can do.

Finally, Zhang Mujun gritted his teeth and said, "For the sake of our friendship, please have sex with my cousin."

Zhao Fengqing looked at it and couldn't tell what was true and false between him and Jiang Jing.

Jiang Jing just hummed and continued drinking tea.

"It's different." Zhang Mujun said, "Have you ever seen Jiang Jing and any of his girlfriends get so close in public?"

"I'm tired of her," Zhang Mujun slapped the table and said, "She doesn't ask for much, just one shot is enough."

No matter how much Zhang Mujun asked, Jiang Jing never talked about Zhao Fengqing again.

"So there is no day to break up." Zhao Fengqing is Jiang Jing's obsession. She is deeply rooted in his heart and it took twelve years for her to break out.

The little girl in front of her is the one her grandson has been thinking about for many years.

When Grandma Jiang saw the photo, she didn't notice anything unusual. But now that she saw him in person, she realized that Zhao Fengqing's smiling expression was somewhat like that of a woman.

Getting better and better.

Jiang Jing took a sip of tea and said, "The 32nd of this month."

At this time, she ate it silently, sighing for his male dignity.

Xiao Zhen flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "Jiang Jing doesn't take us seriously."

Finally, Zhang Mujun gritted his teeth and said, "For the sake of our friendship, please have sex with my cousin."

"My cousin." Jiang Jing introduced, "My girlfriend, Zhao Fengqing."

She even somewhat liked this contractual relationship.

Jiang Jing glanced at Zhang Mujun.

Zhao Fengqing chuckled, "Okay."

He replied, "I've been to jail. Have you been to jail?"

He was willing to make friends with Zhang Mujun and his group of playboys for business reasons. Moreover, although they occasionally got together, Jiang Jing always stayed outside their circle.

"I'm tired of her," Zhang Mujun slapped the table and said, "She doesn't ask for much, just one shot is enough."

"Um."

The day before, Jiang Jing informed Zhao Fengqing to be his female companion.

Jiang Jing glanced at Zhang Mujun.

She raised her eyes and said, "Isn't my long black hair undignified?"

"Who is your cousin?" Jiang Jing stood still, brushed away the strands of hair on her temples, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I can tell you the same as you."

Finally, Zhang Mujun gritted his teeth and said, "For the sake of our friendship, please have sex with my cousin."

At this time, she ate it silently, sighing for his male dignity.

But tonight was truly a surprise.

Jiang Jing's expression gradually turned cold.

It's not about love or sex. They just eat together, go shopping, and then sleep in separate beds.

This trip took four or five hours.

Jiang Yu smiled, walked forward to say hello, and acted very cordially.

"I'm tired of her," Zhang Mujun slapped the table and said, "She doesn't ask for much, just one shot is enough."

"If you feel good and want to have some more sex, she's willing to do it."

Xiao Zhen asked, "Is Mr. Jiang serious about this?"

He was willing to make friends with Zhang Mujun and his group of playboys for business reasons. Moreover, although they occasionally got together, Jiang Jing always stayed outside their circle.

Grandma Jiang smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed.

Jiang Jing put down his teacup, stood up and walked out.

"Who is your cousin?" Jiang Jing stood still, brushed away the strands of hair on her temples, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I can tell you the same as you."

Then there was no news about Jiang Jing.

"Hey hey..."

Jiang Jing took her into his arms, his tone becoming colder. "Yeah." He didn't want to talk to Zhang Mujun any more, so he turned to her and said, "Let's go see grandma first."

But he ate very little, especially those that were obviously aphrodisiacs. He would say lightly, "It's too nutritious."

Xiao Zhen lit a cigarette and said sarcastically, "Master Zhang, are you thinking too deeply about your friendship with Jiang Jing?"

When Zhao Fengqing was free in the bookstore, he would look through Jiang Jing's WeChat profile.

"Take half a day off, and I'll make up for the deducted salary." Jiang Jing was a little noisy, "Be obedient, I have something else to do."

Grandma Jiang's smile faded a little.

"Um."

Zhao Fengqing stroked his forehead and wiped the sweat off his forehead, "Ah? We didn't even see the thing. We threw it into the trash can downstairs."

Zhao Fengqing wailed, "I don't get off work until nine o'clock. There won't be any food to eat by the time I get there."

Xiao Zhen, who was sitting opposite him, laughed, "Where did number 32 come from?"

"Take half a day off, and I'll make up for the deducted salary." Jiang Jing was a little noisy, "Be obedient, I have something else to do."

"We haven't known each other for so many years." Zhang Mujun glared at Xiao Zhen, "What's wrong with just having sex? He's a man, so he won't suffer any loss."

"You already know it's a daydream." Xiao Zhen laughed.

Zhao Fengqing: "Delicious!"

Out of boredom, he opened the cigarette again.

"Um."

"Didn't you smoke when you were in junior high school?"

Zhao Fengqing's heart skipped a beat, and he decided to play dumb, "No. I threw it away after I ate it."

"We haven't known each other for so many years." Zhang Mujun glared at Xiao Zhen, "What's wrong with just having sex? He's a man, so he won't suffer any loss."

Finally, Zhang Mujun gritted his teeth and said, "For the sake of our friendship, please have sex with my cousin."

Xiao Zhen flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "Jiang Jing doesn't take us seriously."

"Take half a day off, and I'll make up for the deducted salary." Jiang Jing was a little noisy, "Be obedient, I have something else to do."

The day before, Jiang Jing informed Zhao Fengqing to be his female companion.

Zhao Fengqing only had two words: "He's busy."

Jiang Jing's interpersonal interactions all have a purpose.

Xiao Zhen flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "Jiang Jing doesn't take us seriously."

Zhang Mujun kept looking at Zhao Fengqing, and even after she and Jiang Jing walked away, he still kept staring at them.

"Take half a day off, and I'll make up for the deducted salary." Jiang Jing was a little noisy, "Be obedient, I have something else to do."

Xiao Zhen had long seen that Jiang Jing was a man so rational that he was almost scary.

Xiao Zhen, who was sitting opposite him, laughed, "Where did number 32 come from?"

Xiao Zhen had long seen that Jiang Jing was a man so rational that he was almost scary.

"It's different." Zhang Mujun said, "Have you ever seen Jiang Jing and any of his girlfriends get so close in public?"

Xiao Zhen had long seen that Jiang Jing was a man so rational that he was almost scary.

He was willing to make friends with Zhang Mujun and his group of playboys for business reasons. Moreover, although they occasionally got together, Jiang Jing always stayed outside their circle.

"Um."

Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I wish Grandma Jiang good fortune and a long life." Then he handed over the gift.

Zhao Fengqing wailed, "I don't get off work until nine o'clock. There won't be any food to eat by the time I get there."

Fortunately, Jiang Jing is not crazy.

He doesn't smoke, drink, or play with girls, and he always looks calm and indifferent.

From climate to geography, and back to economics.

8:40 pm.

Zhang Mujun clicked his tongue twice, "When are you going to break up? My cousin is threatening me to match you with her." It was well known that Zhang Mujun's cousin fell in love with Jiang Jing at first sight. But it was also well known that Jiang Jing looked down on her.

Zhao Fengqing wailed, "I don't get off work until nine o'clock. There won't be any food to eat by the time I get there."

"Boss Jiang, I've never seen you smoke before?"

When Grandma Jiang saw Zhao Fengqing, the praise she gave him was exactly the same as for her cousin: virtuous and kind, with a kind heart.

When Zhao Fengqing appeared holding Jiang Yin's hand, Jiang Yin was the first one to see him.

"So there is no day to break up." Zhao Fengqing is Jiang Jing's obsession. She is deeply rooted in his heart and it took twelve years for her to break out.

Xiao Zhen had long seen that Jiang Jing was a man so rational that he was almost scary.

Jiang Jing put down his teacup, stood up and walked out.

This is a poor man who numb himself with work.

Mother Zhao felt distressed after hearing this and said, "Tell him to take care of his health."

Of course, once he loses his rationality, the backlash will be extremely terrible.

Jiang Jing glanced at Zhang Mujun.

Zhang Mujun finally realized, "Yes, there will never be such a day."

Therefore, when eating with Jiang Jing, Zhao Fengqing would deliberately add some dishes to make him stronger.

Zhang Mujun clicked his tongue twice, "When are you going to break up? My cousin is threatening me to match you with her." It was well known that Zhang Mujun's cousin fell in love with Jiang Jing at first sight. But it was also well known that Jiang Jing looked down on her.

On Saturday, Zhao Fengqing took half a day off. After handing over her work to the store manager at noon, she walked to the side door of A to wait for Jiang Jing.

Grandma Jiang’s birthday party was very formal. Jiang Jing took Zhao Fengqing to get her hair done and change her clothes.

Out of boredom, he opened the cigarette again.

Actually there's nothing to see.

The day before, Jiang Jing informed Zhao Fengqing to be his female companion.

Sometimes, seeing his tired face, she couldn't help showing a look of pity, but she didn't dare to show it too obviously.

Zhang Mujun clicked his tongue twice, "When are you going to break up? My cousin is threatening me to match you with her." It was well known that Zhang Mujun's cousin fell in love with Jiang Jing at first sight. But it was also well known that Jiang Jing looked down on her.

Out of boredom, he opened the cigarette again.

Zhao Fengqing was not capable of chatting about such profound topics, she just said "hmm".

Jiang Jing took a sip of tea and said, "The 32nd of this month."

At this time, she ate it silently, sighing for his male dignity.

"It's different." Zhang Mujun said, "Have you ever seen Jiang Jing and any of his girlfriends get so close in public?"

When Zhao Fengqing appeared holding Jiang Yin's hand, Jiang Yin was the first one to see him.

When Grandma Jiang saw Zhao Fengqing, the praise she gave him was exactly the same as for her cousin: virtuous and kind, with a kind heart.

Jiang Jing arrived after just taking a puff.

Finally, Zhang Mujun gritted his teeth and said, "For the sake of our friendship, please have sex with my cousin."

Zhang Mujun kept looking at Zhao Fengqing, and even after she and Jiang Jing walked away, he still kept staring at them.

Mother Zhao felt distressed after hearing this and said, "Tell him to take care of his health."

She twisted off the cigarette and got in the car.

Life is very dull.

Perhaps only a woman like her who has no interest in sex would think that it is good to be with him.

Zhang Mujun kept looking at Zhao Fengqing, and even after she and Jiang Jing walked away, he still kept staring at them.

Jiang Jing put down his teacup, stood up and walked out.

She twisted off the cigarette and got in the car.

Jiang Jing's expression gradually turned cold.

When Grandma Jiang saw the photo, she didn't notice anything unusual. But now that she saw him in person, she realized that Zhao Fengqing's smiling expression was somewhat like that of a woman.

No matter how much Zhang Mujun asked, Jiang Jing never talked about Zhao Fengqing again.

Zhao Fengqing chuckled, "Okay."

"Um."

Zhao Fengqing only had two words: "He's busy."

Jiang Jing sent a WeChat message, "Is the Portuguese tart delicious?"

"Smoke less." Jiang Jing said calmly, "It stinks."

Jiang Jing took a sip of tea and said, "The 32nd of this month."

She even somewhat liked this contractual relationship.

Jiang Jing's expression gradually turned cold.

Zhao Fengqing looked at it and couldn't tell what was true and false between him and Jiang Jing.

"Boss Jiang, I've never seen you smoke before?"

Zhao Fengqing glanced towards him and inadvertently raised the corners of his eyes, completely disappearing the polite expression he had shown towards Grandma Jiang.

Jiang Jing's interpersonal interactions all have a purpose.

Jiang Jing took her into his arms, his tone becoming colder. "Yeah." He didn't want to talk to Zhang Mujun any more, so he turned to her and said, "Let's go see grandma first."

At this moment, she looks like no one.

Life is very dull.

She twisted off the cigarette and got in the car.

Zhao Fengqing only had two words: "He's busy."

"Um."

"Jiang Jing, is this your girlfriend?" Zhang Mujun suddenly appeared beside him, staring at Zhao Fengqing without blinking.

"So there is no day to break up." Zhao Fengqing is Jiang Jing's obsession. She is deeply rooted in his heart and it took twelve years for her to break out.

"Which one is it?" Zhang Mujun asked.

8:40 pm.

Actually there's nothing to see.

"Boss Jiang, I've never seen you smoke before?"

The Jiang family held a banquet at the yacht club in S City.

Zhao Fengqing glanced towards him and inadvertently raised the corners of his eyes, completely disappearing the polite expression he had shown towards Grandma Jiang.

"Didn't you smoke when you were in junior high school?"

"Tomorrow is my grandma's birthday party, she will come over."

Zhang Mujun clicked his tongue twice, "When are you going to break up? My cousin is threatening me to match you with her." It was well known that Zhang Mujun's cousin fell in love with Jiang Jing at first sight. But it was also well known that Jiang Jing looked down on her.

"Um."

Sometimes, seeing his tired face, she couldn't help showing a look of pity, but she didn't dare to show it too obviously.

Jiang Jing didn't reply for a long time. At around nine o'clock, he said, "Is there anything else in the bag of Portuguese tarts?"

Jiang Yu smiled, walked forward to say hello, and acted very cordially.

"Take half a day off, and I'll make up for the deducted salary." Jiang Jing was a little noisy, "Be obedient, I have something else to do."

She sarcastically said, "What kind of bad boy are you."

On Saturday, Zhao Fengqing took half a day off. After handing over her work to the store manager at noon, she walked to the side door of A to wait for Jiang Jing.

Zhang Mujun finally realized, "Yes, there will never be such a day."

Jiang Jing arrived after just taking a puff.

Jiang Jing put down his teacup, stood up and walked out.

"Who is your cousin?" Jiang Jing stood still, brushed away the strands of hair on her temples, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I can tell you the same as you."

Xiao Zhen patted him and said, "You're back to life."

He replied, "I've been to jail. Have you been to jail?"

Grandma Jiang's smile faded a little.

"Um."

She sarcastically said, "What kind of bad boy are you."

Zhang Mujun's jaw dropped. "You're playing such a big game? You even want to meet the parents?"

“…” She clasped her fists, “I admit defeat.”

Grandma Jiang's smile faded a little.

Fortunately, Jiang Jing is not crazy.

This trip took four or five hours.

The avatar is all black, and there is not even any friends circle. It is very boring.

But tonight was truly a surprise.

Grandma Jiang’s birthday party was very formal. Jiang Jing took Zhao Fengqing to get her hair done and change her clothes.

The day before, Jiang Jing informed Zhao Fengqing to be his female companion.

Grandma Jiang’s birthday party was very formal. Jiang Jing took Zhao Fengqing to get her hair done and change her clothes.

At this moment, she looks like no one.

The hairstylist said, "Miss, your facial features are very beautiful. A bun will enhance your virtuous temperament."

Xiao Zhen, who was sitting opposite him, laughed, "Where did number 32 come from?"

"Which one is it?" Zhang Mujun asked.

This trip took four or five hours.

Grandma Jiang smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed.

Zhao Fengqing glanced towards him and inadvertently raised the corners of his eyes, completely disappearing the polite expression he had shown towards Grandma Jiang.

The avatar is all black, and there is not even any friends circle. It is very boring.

"Who is your cousin?" Jiang Jing stood still, brushed away the strands of hair on her temples, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I can tell you the same as you."

Zhao Fengqing stroked his forehead and wiped the sweat off his forehead, "Ah? We didn't even see the thing. We threw it into the trash can downstairs."

Zhao Fengqing's heart skipped a beat, and he decided to play dumb, "No. I threw it away after I ate it."

Zhao Fengqing: "Delicious!"

Perhaps only a woman like her who has no interest in sex would think that it is good to be with him.

Zhao Fengqing became impatient in the hair salon.

Zhao Fengqing looked at it and couldn't tell what was true and false between him and Jiang Jing.

"You already know it's a daydream." Xiao Zhen laughed.

But tonight was truly a surprise.

The hairstylist kept advising her, "Miss, formal occasions require a dignified image."

Zhang Mujun kept looking at Zhao Fengqing, and even after she and Jiang Jing walked away, he still kept staring at them.

Zhao Fengqing's heart skipped a beat, and he decided to play dumb, "No. I threw it away after I ate it."

"Um."

He has superb kissing skills, but he can't withstand real guns and real bullets.

Jiang Jing arrived after just taking a puff.

The day before, Jiang Jing informed Zhao Fengqing to be his female companion.

This style is completely different from the previous style of ending a conversation with just a few sentences.

She raised her eyes and said, "Isn't my long black hair undignified?"

"Um."

Things will work out when the time comes. That's all we can do.

This style is completely different from the previous style of ending a conversation with just a few sentences.

Jiang Yu chatted for a few words and then left for the time being.

"Um."

Zhao Fengqing chuckled, "Okay."

Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I wish Grandma Jiang good fortune and a long life." Then he handed over the gift.

October 30th is Grandma Jiang’s birthday, which is a Saturday.

The hairstylist said, "Miss, your facial features are very beautiful. A bun will enhance your virtuous temperament."

Life is very dull.

"It's different." Zhang Mujun said, "Have you ever seen Jiang Jing and any of his girlfriends get so close in public?"

Zhao Fengqing stroked his forehead and wiped the sweat off his forehead, "Ah? We didn't even see the thing. We threw it into the trash can downstairs."

Jiang Jing took a sip of tea and said, "The 32nd of this month."

Since that day, Jiang Jing's busyness has become tragic in Zhao Fengqing's eyes.

The Jiang family held a banquet at the yacht club in S City.

Perhaps only a woman like her who has no interest in sex would think that it is good to be with him.

Zhao Fengqing was very suspicious of the hairdresser's wording.

The day before, Jiang Jing informed Zhao Fengqing to be his female companion.

Mother Zhao felt distressed after hearing this and said, "Tell him to take care of his health."

Zhao Fengqing was not capable of chatting about such profound topics, she just said "hmm".

No one has ever used the word virtuous to describe her.

Jiang Jing's interpersonal interactions all have a purpose.

Of course, once he loses his rationality, the backlash will be extremely terrible.

Zhang Mujun's brain was stuck. He thought, today is the 29th, it will be soon.

Zhang Mujun's jaw dropped. "You're playing such a big game? You even want to meet the parents?"

Then Jiang Jing talked about this and that for a while.

Zhao Fengqing glanced over. Zhang Mujun's direct gaze made her unhappy, so she put her arm around Jiang Jing's waist.

But tonight was truly a surprise.

Zhao Fengqing was very suspicious of the hairdresser's wording.

Zhang Mujun's brain was stuck. He thought, today is the 29th, it will be soon.

This is a poor man who numb himself with work.

Zhao Fengqing glanced over. Zhang Mujun's direct gaze made her unhappy, so she put her arm around Jiang Jing's waist.

October 30th is Grandma Jiang’s birthday, which is a Saturday.

Zhao Fengqing was very suspicious of the hairdresser's wording.

Jiang Jing just hummed and continued drinking tea.

Zhao Fengqing was very suspicious of the hairdresser's wording.

The Jiang family held a banquet at the yacht club in S City.

Just like she had done for a dozen years.

Zhao Fengqing couldn't help but want to brag about himself, so he pulled Jiang Jing's hand and said, "Boss Jiang, my cousin said I'm virtuous."

"Um."

When Zhao Fengqing appeared holding Jiang Yin's hand, Jiang Yin was the first one to see him.

But she would click it unconsciously.

When Zhao Fengqing appeared holding Jiang Yin's hand, Jiang Yin was the first one to see him.

And he never let her down.

Jiang Jing put down his teacup, stood up and walked out.

No matter how much Zhang Mujun asked, Jiang Jing never talked about Zhao Fengqing again.

Sometimes, seeing his tired face, she couldn't help showing a look of pity, but she didn't dare to show it too obviously.

On Saturday, Zhao Fengqing took half a day off. After handing over her work to the store manager at noon, she walked to the side door of A to wait for Jiang Jing.

At that moment, Jiang Yan suddenly wanted to wipe away his tears.

When Grandma Jiang saw the photo, she didn't notice anything unusual. But now that she saw him in person, she realized that Zhao Fengqing's smiling expression was somewhat like that of a woman.

"You already know it's a daydream." Xiao Zhen laughed.

Zhao Fengqing would only vent her temper to Jiang Jing in private. But now in public, she straightened her back and whispered, "Your cousin knows how to talk better than you."

"Which one is it?" Zhang Mujun asked.

She twisted off the cigarette and got in the car.

Zhao Fengqing became impatient in the hair salon.

Zhao Fengqing would only vent her temper to Jiang Jing in private. But now in public, she straightened her back and whispered, "Your cousin knows how to talk better than you."

Fortunately, Jiang Jing is not crazy.

Zhang Mujun kept looking at Zhao Fengqing, and even after she and Jiang Jing walked away, he still kept staring at them.

Of course, once he loses his rationality, the backlash will be extremely terrible.

Jiang Yu smiled, walked forward to say hello, and acted very cordially.

This is a poor man who numb himself with work.

She even somewhat liked this contractual relationship.

It's not about love or sex. They just eat together, go shopping, and then sleep in separate beds.

"I'm tired of her," Zhang Mujun slapped the table and said, "She doesn't ask for much, just one shot is enough."

When Zhao Fengqing appeared holding Jiang Yin's hand, Jiang Yin was the first one to see him.

Sometimes, seeing his tired face, she couldn't help showing a look of pity, but she didn't dare to show it too obviously.

"My cousin." Jiang Jing introduced, "My girlfriend, Zhao Fengqing."

Jiang Jing put down his teacup, stood up and walked out.

Jiang Jing said calmly, "My girlfriend."

Zhang Mujun couldn't believe it. "No way! My cousin has been waiting for you for so many years, daydreaming every day that she is a prodigal son who returns to her parents' home."

"I'm tired of her," Zhang Mujun slapped the table and said, "She doesn't ask for much, just one shot is enough."

No matter how much Zhang Mujun asked, Jiang Jing never talked about Zhao Fengqing again.

Xiao Zhen had long seen that Jiang Jing was a man so rational that he was almost scary.

When Zhao Fengqing was free in the bookstore, he would look through Jiang Jing's WeChat profile.

Xiao Zhen patted him and said, "You're back to life."

Zhao Fengqing smiled brightly at Jiang Yan.

When Grandma Jiang saw Zhao Fengqing, the praise she gave him was exactly the same as for her cousin: virtuous and kind, with a kind heart.

Zhao Fengqing looked at it and couldn't tell what was true and false between him and Jiang Jing.

Zhang Mujun couldn't believe it. "No way! My cousin has been waiting for you for so many years, daydreaming every day that she is a prodigal son who returns to her parents' home."

Xiao Zhen had long seen that Jiang Jing was a man so rational that he was almost scary.

Jiang Jing didn't reply for a long time. At around nine o'clock, he said, "Is there anything else in the bag of Portuguese tarts?"

Zhao Fengqing stroked his forehead and wiped the sweat off his forehead, "Ah? We didn't even see the thing. We threw it into the trash can downstairs."

"You already know it's a daydream." Xiao Zhen laughed.

"Take half a day off, and I'll make up for the deducted salary." Jiang Jing was a little noisy, "Be obedient, I have something else to do."

"I've heard of your name for a long time." Jiang Yu almost wanted to wipe tears again, "After meeting you today, I can see that Miss Zhao is indeed virtuous and kind."

This is a poor man who numb himself with work.

Zhao Fengqing only had two words: "He's busy."

She even somewhat liked this contractual relationship.

"..." Zhao Fengqing couldn't tell whether this was a compliment or criticism. The next moment, she said softly, "Thank you. Cousin Jiang is truly a man of extraordinary bearing."

"Boss Jiang, I've never seen you smoke before?"

Life is very dull.

No one has ever used the word virtuous to describe her.

"Grandma." Jiang Jing gently took Zhao Fengqing's hand, "I wish you a long and healthy life."

Zhao Fengqing chuckled, "Okay."

Fortunately, Jiang Jing is not crazy.

Jiang Yu chatted for a few words and then left for the time being.

Actually there's nothing to see.

Zhao Fengqing glanced towards him and inadvertently raised the corners of his eyes, completely disappearing the polite expression he had shown towards Grandma Jiang.

Xiao Zhen flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "Jiang Jing doesn't take us seriously."

Zhao Fengqing couldn't help but want to brag about himself, so he pulled Jiang Jing's hand and said, "Boss Jiang, my cousin said I'm virtuous."

Zhao Fengqing became impatient in the hair salon.

"My cousin." Jiang Jing introduced, "My girlfriend, Zhao Fengqing."

Jiang Jing arrived after just taking a puff.

When Grandma Jiang saw the photo, she didn't notice anything unusual. But now that she saw him in person, she realized that Zhao Fengqing's smiling expression was somewhat like that of a woman.

From climate to geography, and back to economics.

He has superb kissing skills, but he can't withstand real guns and real bullets.

He doesn't smoke, drink, or play with girls, and he always looks calm and indifferent.

But she would click it unconsciously.

"Who is your cousin?" Jiang Jing stood still, brushed away the strands of hair on her temples, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I can tell you the same as you."

Xiao Zhen flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "Jiang Jing doesn't take us seriously."

"Take half a day off, and I'll make up for the deducted salary." Jiang Jing was a little noisy, "Be obedient, I have something else to do."

Zhao Fengqing would only vent her temper to Jiang Jing in private. But now in public, she straightened her back and whispered, "Your cousin knows how to talk better than you."

Zhao Fengqing's heart skipped a beat, and he decided to play dumb, "No. I threw it away after I ate it."

Jiang Jing arrived after just taking a puff.

"You already know it's a daydream." Xiao Zhen laughed.

She is Zhao Fengqing, and most people who see her are fascinated by her.

Jiang Yu smiled, walked forward to say hello, and acted very cordially.

"Jiang Jing, is this your girlfriend?" Zhang Mujun suddenly appeared beside him, staring at Zhao Fengqing without blinking.

She sarcastically said, "What kind of bad boy are you."

"That's Jiang Jin's aesthetic." Xiao Zhen didn't find it strange. Men, after all, like beauty. Even the abstinent Jiang Jin.

Jiang Jing's lips were almost touching her earlobe, "A virtuous vixen."

He replied, "I've been to jail. Have you been to jail?"

This trip took four or five hours.

Jiang Jing put down his teacup, stood up and walked out.

Jiang Jing sent a WeChat message, "Is the Portuguese tart delicious?"

The hairstylist kept advising her, "Miss, formal occasions require a dignified image."

October 30th is Grandma Jiang’s birthday, which is a Saturday.

Actually there's nothing to see.

Finally, Zhang Mujun gritted his teeth and said, "For the sake of our friendship, please have sex with my cousin."

"Jiang Jing, is this your girlfriend?" Zhang Mujun suddenly appeared beside him, staring at Zhao Fengqing without blinking.

He replied, "I've been to jail. Have you been to jail?"

Jiang Yu chatted for a few words and then left for the time being.

Then there was no news about Jiang Jing.

Life is very dull.

Zhang Mujun kept looking at Zhao Fengqing, and even after she and Jiang Jing walked away, he still kept staring at them.

But she would click it unconsciously.

"I remembered it wrongly. I thought the gas card was stuffed into the bag. I just found it. You should get some rest early."

Zhao Fengqing glanced towards him and inadvertently raised the corners of his eyes, completely disappearing the polite expression he had shown towards Grandma Jiang.

Zhao Fengqing glanced over. Zhang Mujun's direct gaze made her unhappy, so she put her arm around Jiang Jing's waist.

Grandma Jiang’s birthday party was very formal. Jiang Jing took Zhao Fengqing to get her hair done and change her clothes.

The hairstylist said, "Miss, your facial features are very beautiful. A bun will enhance your virtuous temperament."

Jiang Jing took her into his arms, his tone becoming colder. "Yeah." He didn't want to talk to Zhang Mujun any more, so he turned to her and said, "Let's go see grandma first."

From climate to geography, and back to economics.

When Grandma Jiang saw Zhao Fengqing, the praise she gave him was exactly the same as for her cousin: virtuous and kind, with a kind heart.

Zhao Fengqing chuckled, "Okay."

Of course, once he loses his rationality, the backlash will be extremely terrible.

Jiang Jing just hummed and continued drinking tea.

Zhang Mujun smiled, "Did you see it? It's so pretty."

Finally, Zhang Mujun gritted his teeth and said, "For the sake of our friendship, please have sex with my cousin."

8:40 pm.

Zhang Mujun couldn't believe it. "No way! My cousin has been waiting for you for so many years, daydreaming every day that she is a prodigal son who returns to her parents' home."

Zhang Mujun kept looking at Zhao Fengqing, and even after she and Jiang Jing walked away, he still kept staring at them.

"Boss Jiang, I've never seen you smoke before?"

Zhao Fengqing's heart skipped a beat, and he decided to play dumb, "No. I threw it away after I ate it."

She waited for Jiang Jing’s WeChat message every day.

Xiao Zhen patted him and said, "You're back to life."

Getting better and better.

"If you feel good and want to have some more sex, she's willing to do it."

By mid-October, Jiang Jing was busy again and didn't even have time to have dinner with Zhao Fengqing.

No matter how much Zhang Mujun asked, Jiang Jing never talked about Zhao Fengqing again.

"Hey hey..."

Zhang Mujun smiled, "Did you see it? It's so pretty."

Zhang Mujun finally realized, "Yes, there will never be such a day."

Zhang Mujun's jaw dropped. "You're playing such a big game? You even want to meet the parents?"

"That's Jiang Jin's aesthetic." Xiao Zhen didn't find it strange. Men, after all, like beauty. Even the abstinent Jiang Jin.

From climate to geography, and back to economics.

But she would click it unconsciously.

"It's different." Zhang Mujun said, "Have you ever seen Jiang Jing and any of his girlfriends get so close in public?"

Jiang Jing didn't reply for a long time. At around nine o'clock, he said, "Is there anything else in the bag of Portuguese tarts?"

She sarcastically said, "What kind of bad boy are you."

"Take half a day off, and I'll make up for the deducted salary." Jiang Jing was a little noisy, "Be obedient, I have something else to do."

It's not about love or sex. They just eat together, go shopping, and then sleep in separate beds.

Zhao Fengqing chuckled, "Okay."

"You already know it's a daydream." Xiao Zhen laughed.

The hairstylist kept advising her, "Miss, formal occasions require a dignified image."

8:40 pm.

When Grandma Jiang saw Zhao Fengqing, the praise she gave him was exactly the same as for her cousin: virtuous and kind, with a kind heart.

Grandma Jiang’s birthday party was very formal. Jiang Jing took Zhao Fengqing to get her hair done and change her clothes.

The hairstylist said, "Miss, your facial features are very beautiful. A bun will enhance your virtuous temperament."

From climate to geography, and back to economics.

Zhang Mujun finally realized, "Yes, there will never be such a day."

Jiang Yu chatted for a few words and then left for the time being.

"I remembered it wrongly. I thought the gas card was stuffed into the bag. I just found it. You should get some rest early."

"Grandma." Jiang Jing gently took Zhao Fengqing's hand, "I wish you a long and healthy life."

"Jiang Jing, is this your girlfriend?" Zhang Mujun suddenly appeared beside him, staring at Zhao Fengqing without blinking.

Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I wish Grandma Jiang good fortune and a long life." Then he handed over the gift.

"Didn't you smoke when you were in junior high school?"

The hairstylist kept advising her, "Miss, formal occasions require a dignified image."

"Tomorrow is my grandma's birthday party, she will come over."

Xiao Zhen, who was sitting opposite him, laughed, "Where did number 32 come from?"

Grandma Jiang smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed.

When Grandma Jiang saw the photo, she didn't notice anything unusual. But now that she saw him in person, she realized that Zhao Fengqing's smiling expression was somewhat like that of a woman.

Jiang Jing was not around, and no one listened to her stories about the ruthless male supporting role and the fat female supporting role. Zhao Fengqing could only read a few pages of the book "The Domineering Prince Falls in Love with the CEO's Abandoned Wife" in a day.

Zhang Mujun finally realized, "Yes, there will never be such a day."

"I've heard of your name for a long time." Jiang Yu almost wanted to wipe tears again, "After meeting you today, I can see that Miss Zhao is indeed virtuous and kind."

“…” She clasped her fists, “I admit defeat.”

Jiang Jing didn't reply for a long time. At around nine o'clock, he said, "Is there anything else in the bag of Portuguese tarts?"

"My cousin." Jiang Jing introduced, "My girlfriend, Zhao Fengqing."

The little girl in front of her is the one her grandson has been thinking about for many years.

The little girl in front of her is the one her grandson has been thinking about for many years.

Zhao's mother sometimes asks about Jiang Jing's recent situation.

Zhang Mujun clicked his tongue twice, "When are you going to break up? My cousin is threatening me to match you with her." It was well known that Zhang Mujun's cousin fell in love with Jiang Jing at first sight. But it was also well known that Jiang Jing looked down on her.

"I'm tired of her," Zhang Mujun slapped the table and said, "She doesn't ask for much, just one shot is enough."

When Grandma Jiang saw Zhao Fengqing, the praise she gave him was exactly the same as for her cousin: virtuous and kind, with a kind heart.

"Which one is it?" Zhang Mujun asked.

Jiang Jing was not around, and no one listened to her stories about the ruthless male supporting role and the fat female supporting role. Zhao Fengqing could only read a few pages of the book "The Domineering Prince Falls in Love with the CEO's Abandoned Wife" in a day.

“…” She clasped her fists, “I admit defeat.”

When Grandma Jiang saw the photo, she didn't notice anything unusual. But now that she saw him in person, she realized that Zhao Fengqing's smiling expression was somewhat like that of a woman.

She waited for Jiang Jing’s WeChat message every day.

Zhao Fengqing looked at it and couldn't tell what was true and false between him and Jiang Jing.

Grandma Jiang's smile faded a little.

He has superb kissing skills, but he can't withstand real guns and real bullets.

Zhao Fengqing's heart skipped a beat, and he decided to play dumb, "No. I threw it away after I ate it."

Fortunately, Jiang Jing is not crazy.

Mother Zhao felt distressed after hearing this and said, "Tell him to take care of his health."

"Which one is it?" Zhang Mujun asked.

"..." Zhao Fengqing couldn't tell whether this was a compliment or criticism. The next moment, she said softly, "Thank you. Cousin Jiang is truly a man of extraordinary bearing."

Zhao Fengqing nodded, wondering if Zhao's father and mother knew about Jiang Jing's illness, would they still be so warm to him.

"Grandma." Jiang Jing gently took Zhao Fengqing's hand, "I wish you a long and healthy life."

He was willing to make friends with Zhang Mujun and his group of playboys for business reasons. Moreover, although they occasionally got together, Jiang Jing always stayed outside their circle.

"Um."

After Jiang Jing hung up the phone, Zhang Mujun next to him teased, "Boss Jiang, who are you talking to? You're talking sweet nothings."

Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I wish Grandma Jiang good fortune and a long life." Then he handed over the gift.

From climate to geography, and back to economics.

Jiang Jing sent a WeChat message, "Is the Portuguese tart delicious?"

"Um."

She sarcastically said, "What kind of bad boy are you."

Zhao Fengqing glanced towards him and inadvertently raised the corners of his eyes, completely disappearing the polite expression he had shown towards Grandma Jiang.

Zhao Fengqing glanced towards him and inadvertently raised the corners of his eyes, completely disappearing the polite expression he had shown towards Grandma Jiang.

"Take half a day off, and I'll make up for the deducted salary." Jiang Jing was a little noisy, "Be obedient, I have something else to do."

At this moment, she looks like no one.

Grandma Jiang's smile faded a little.

Then Jiang Jing talked about this and that for a while.

She is Zhao Fengqing, and most people who see her are fascinated by her.

Xiao Zhen had long seen that Jiang Jing was a man so rational that he was almost scary.

"You already know it's a daydream." Xiao Zhen laughed.

Zhao Fengqing became impatient in the hair salon.