When Jiang Jing had some free time, he went to the bookstore with Zhao Fengqing.
He contacted forty or fifty people.
She works from 9 to 9 every day and receives a meager salary.
Zhao Fengqing was deeply aware of the gap in IQ between her and Jiang Jing.
At first, she was very happy. He would do something while she would read comics, eat snacks, and even take a nap when she felt tired. She was having a great time.
He contacted forty or fifty people.
"But," he paused, "I can try to get a lower salary."
Later, she was bored and when she woke up, she saw a group of girls surrounding Jiang Jing, asking him questions.
Then she stepped forward, hooked her hands around Jiang Jing's shoulders, and said in a cold voice, "Remember, you are mine."
She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
There were many dark things in his past. He didn't want her to know about it, including the babysitter and his past psychological problems. But she had to know that he liked her.
She looked up in surprise.
"Zhao Fengqing, I like you." Jiang Jing smiled. Under the dim light, his facial features were shrouded in shadow. "I have liked you for a long time."
His attitude was not very enthusiastic, but he did answer questions.
"They all call me auntie, why aren't you an uncle?" Zhao Fengqing urged him, "Go find a job tomorrow."
He stayed at home idle every day, and not only paid off the 5 million he borrowed, including the principal and interest, but also had more than 2 million left.
Zhao Fengqing coughed twice.
"The salary must be lower than mine," she requested.
Seeing this, a group of girls dispersed. One of them even smiled and waved, "Goodbye, Auntie."
“I don’t need a new edition.”
The girls didn't hear it.
"Yeah." He combed her hair with his hands, "Are you awake?"
He calculated the number of tourists during the peak and off-seasons and estimated that the villa's monthly occupancy rate was around 50%.
She remembered the image in the photo.
He stayed at home idle every day, and not only paid off the 5 million he borrowed, including the principal and interest, but also had more than 2 million left.
"I don't understand Nietzsche." As she spoke, she almost choked on her milk.
He stood in front of the bookcase and flipped through the photo.
Jiang Jing heard it and smiled at her, and the moment was filled with spring beauty.
If you can’t figure something out, don’t think about it.
She remembered the image in the photo.
Jiang Jing saw it, so he didn't take the book.
One day, Jiang Jing calmly asked, "When did you start taking this as your motto?"
"You want to hear it?" Jiang Jing half-closed his eyes.
Seeing this, a group of girls dispersed. One of them even smiled and waved, "Goodbye, Auntie."
In fact, some things are better left unknown. The truth is not that important.
Jiang Jing finished speaking and stood up. He went to the room and took out the book "The Birth of Tragedy".
After reading the itinerary, Zhao Fengqing lazily asked, "Is your ex-girlfriend here?"
Thinking of this, Zhao Fengqing pushed Jiang Jing.
If you can’t figure something out, don’t think about it.
"No." Jiang Jing is staying at home now and rarely uses the car. He calculated that if he changed to a luxury car, the insurance would have to increase accordingly, so he decided not to move for the time being.
"Yeah." He combed her hair with his hands, "Are you awake?"
Kong Daming asked Jiang Jing, "Are you traveling with a companion?"
Zhao Fengqing rolled his eyes at her.
"After reading it, maybe you will understand."
Seeing this, a group of girls dispersed. One of them even smiled and waved, "Goodbye, Auntie."
"Well." He also sat up, "There is only one secret left."
Hearing this, Zhao Fengqing was confused.
“The 1986 edition of the book was already old when the principal gave it to me.”
Then she stepped forward, hooked her hands around Jiang Jing's shoulders, and said in a cold voice, "Remember, you are mine."
He patted her on the back to calm her down.
Jiang Jing restrained his expression.
She shook her head, "Why give it to me? I don't understand it."
"After reading it, maybe you will understand."
Seemingly calm, but also pessimistic.
"Yeah." He combed her hair with his hands, "Are you awake?"
"After reading it, maybe you will understand."
Jiang Jing restrained his expression.
"I'm not worried."
"I don't want to." She said, "Don't tell me in the future. The past is the past. We are already in our thirties, who has the time to dwell on the trivial things that happened more than ten years ago. Acting in idol dramas, there is no sadomasochism or deep love."
Zhao Fengqing flipped through two pages and frowned, "I know all these words, but when they are put together, I don't understand." She saw some notes on the book, shook the book, closed it, and sighed, "I'd better read my domineering president."
He chuckled, "You also know Dunbar's number."
Not on the sea view side, but on the outskirts of S City.
"I've thought about it, you should not stay here." She said carefully: "Nowadays, many girls aged 17 or 18 are attracted to older men."
The girls didn't hear it.
Kong Daming asked Jiang Jing, "Are you traveling with a companion?"
Jiang Jing asked back: "Am I an uncle at this age?" He thought one has to be over thirty-five to be considered an uncle.
"It's difficult, unless I don't work." His meaning was obvious. He was either idle or he must be highly paid.
As a result, the alumni were even more excited. Everyone was waiting to witness the seductive and charming demeanor of the vixen.
If you can’t figure something out, don’t think about it.
"Yeah." Jiang Jing paused and added, "Adler has integrated Nietzsche's theory of will."
The photo was laminated, but the color still changed.
"They all call me auntie, why aren't you an uncle?" Zhao Fengqing urged him, "Go find a job tomorrow."
She looked up in surprise.
He paid Assistant Leng for the new car and invested the rest in futures trading.
"I don't know. As you get older, everything becomes dull." Zhao Fengqing drank the warm milk he had stewed. "I am a believer in Dunbar's number."
She was stunned for a moment, her brows knitted, "You still put women's photos in the book. Do you have the professional ethics of being a gigolo? I am your big money sponsor."
"Zhao Fengqing, I like you." Jiang Jing smiled. Under the dim light, his facial features were shrouded in shadow. "I have liked you for a long time."
Then she stepped forward, hooked her hands around Jiang Jing's shoulders, and said in a cold voice, "Remember, you are mine."
Kong Daming asked Jiang Jing, "Are you traveling with a companion?"
"Okay." He liked to see her arrogant look as she pointed fingers at him.
After a while, she murmured, "This is... the young and beautiful me?"
Jiang Jing heard it and smiled at her, and the moment was filled with spring beauty.
Then she stepped forward, hooked her hands around Jiang Jing's shoulders, and said in a cold voice, "Remember, you are mine."
At this age, the alumni association is no longer an ordinary classmate reunion. What everyone wants to attract is connections and resources.
There were some things that she doubted no matter what he said. The best way was to let her see it with her own eyes.
But now, she didn't quite understand.
"The salary must be lower than mine," she requested.
He said he worked as a waiter in a cafe, and she said it was easy for female customers to tease him.
She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
"It's difficult, unless I don't work." His meaning was obvious. He was either idle or he must be highly paid.
One day, Jiang Jing calmly asked, "When did you start taking this as your motto?"
"… "
Zhao Fengqing was deeply aware of the gap in IQ between her and Jiang Jing.
Zhao Fengqing twisted his arm fiercely, "Lily is right, you are a bastard."
She works from 9 to 9 every day and receives a meager salary.
He patted her on the back to calm her down.
In early May, Kong Daming called for an alumni meeting of H University.
In fact, it's not that she doesn't believe what he said about liking her during this period.
"… "
She just watched Jiang Jing play around with the house.
"They all call me auntie, why aren't you an uncle?" Zhao Fengqing urged him, "Go find a job tomorrow."
She sat up, turned on the light, and said coldly, "Besides the fact that you liked me so much that you masturbated in front of the photo every day, do you have any other secrets?"
One day, Jiang Jing calmly asked, "When did you start taking this as your motto?"
She fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed.
"But," he paused, "I can try to get a lower salary."
"Okay." He liked to see her arrogant look as she pointed fingers at him.
"The salary must be lower than mine," she requested.
"… "
There were many dark things in his past. He didn't want her to know about it, including the babysitter and his past psychological problems. But she had to know that he liked her.
She had a headache.
As a result, Jiang Jing didn't find any low-paying jobs.
After reading the itinerary, Zhao Fengqing lazily asked, "Is your ex-girlfriend here?"
Zhao Fengqing reached out to take the book. Seeing the torn cover, she glanced at him and asked, "How many times have you read this?"
This income should be used as living expenses.
She sat up, turned on the light, and said coldly, "Besides the fact that you liked me so much that you masturbated in front of the photo every day, do you have any other secrets?"
She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
He said he worked as a waiter in a cafe, and she said it was easy for female customers to tease him.
Next, Jiang Yin used the villa’s property certificate to take out a mortgage loan.
"… "
He calculated the number of tourists during the peak and off-seasons and estimated that the villa's monthly occupancy rate was around 50%.
He said he wanted to work as a dishwasher in a Sichuan restaurant, and she told him not to hurt his hands.
She just doesn't believe in the future.
He contacted forty or fifty people.
Jiang Jing gave an affirmative answer.
Jiang Jing smiled, "I earned that money for you, not a cent went into my account."
Jiang Jing smiled, "I earned that money for you, not a cent went into my account."
She remembered the image in the photo.
After reading the itinerary, Zhao Fengqing lazily asked, "Is your ex-girlfriend here?"
She was crushed in minutes.
Finally, Jiang Jing simply became unemployed and stayed at home. In his spare time, he added a few sums to Zhao Fengqing's account.
Jiang Jing asked back: "Am I an uncle at this age?" He thought one has to be over thirty-five to be considered an uncle.
Later, she was bored and when she woke up, she saw a group of girls surrounding Jiang Jing, asking him questions.
Jiang Jing returned to the living room and gave her the book.
In fact, some things are better left unknown. The truth is not that important.
This income should be used as living expenses.
Jiang Jing's expression was very indifferent, "I told you I like you, but you didn't believe me."
Jiang Jing transferred the villa by the sea to the B&B team. The rental fee is 3,000 yuan a day. There is a seascape next to the villa area. The villa is large and can be used for company gatherings and classmates' outings.
Finally, she said, "Go to sleep. Whatever happened, just take a nap."
Jiang Jing restrained his expression.
He said he wanted to work as a dishwasher in a Sichuan restaurant, and she told him not to hurt his hands.
He calculated the number of tourists during the peak and off-seasons and estimated that the villa's monthly occupancy rate was around 50%.
Jiang Jing heard it and smiled at her, and the moment was filled with spring beauty.
"It's difficult, unless I don't work." His meaning was obvious. He was either idle or he must be highly paid.
This income should be used as living expenses.
"The salary must be lower than mine," she requested.
"If you want to change, just tell me and I'll give you a car." Although the money was not earned by her, it was in her account, so it belonged to her. So she acted like a generous sponsor.
Jiang Jing returned to the living room and gave her the book.
Then, she put her hands together, put them around his neck, and scolded him, "Look at my invisible collar."
Next, Jiang Yin used the villa’s property certificate to take out a mortgage loan.
She raised her eyes tremblingly. "Why?"
A flip.
The loan was not much, just five million.
She raised her eyes tremblingly. "Why?"
Kong Daming asked Jiang Jing, "Are you traveling with a companion?"
She sneered, "I tell you, what you say had better be what I like to hear. Otherwise, I'll still have my castration knife to kill you."
He said he worked as a waiter in a cafe, and she said it was easy for female customers to tease him.
He paid Assistant Leng for the new car and invested the rest in futures trading.
She remembered the image in the photo.
"I don't know. As you get older, everything becomes dull." Zhao Fengqing drank the warm milk he had stewed. "I am a believer in Dunbar's number."
Zhao Fengqing was deeply aware of the gap in IQ between her and Jiang Jing.
Although he has nothing to do now, he will always meet these classmates again in the future.
He chuckled, "You also know Dunbar's number."
She was crushed in minutes.
"… "
She looked up in surprise.
"They all call me auntie, why aren't you an uncle?" Zhao Fengqing urged him, "Go find a job tomorrow."
Jiang Jing let her do what she wanted.
The property certificate of the villa was in her name only. She had to be present in person for all loans or cancellations.
"But," he paused, "I can try to get a lower salary."
If you can’t figure something out, don’t think about it.
The loan was not much, just five million.
"This should be reprinted." She opened the cover. It was Sanlian Bookstore.
He chuckled, "You also know Dunbar's number."
The one Kong Daming contacted was a big villa.
Jiang Jing restrained his expression.
She just watched Jiang Jing play around with the house.
He stood in front of the bookcase and flipped through the photo.
In fact, it's not that she doesn't believe what he said about liking her during this period.
I woke up in the middle of the night.
"Okay." He liked to see her arrogant look as she pointed fingers at him.
He calculated the number of tourists during the peak and off-seasons and estimated that the villa's monthly occupancy rate was around 50%.
"But," he paused, "I can try to get a lower salary."
Finally, she said, "Go to sleep. Whatever happened, just take a nap."
She works from 9 to 9 every day and receives a meager salary.
"I don't want to." She said, "Don't tell me in the future. The past is the past. We are already in our thirties, who has the time to dwell on the trivial things that happened more than ten years ago. Acting in idol dramas, there is no sadomasochism or deep love."
She just doesn't believe in the future.
Zhao Fengqing twisted his arm fiercely, "Lily is right, you are a bastard."
Thinking of this, Zhao Fengqing pushed Jiang Jing.
"Okay." He liked to see her arrogant look as she pointed fingers at him.
She had a headache.
"What is that?" Zhao Fengqing took a curious look. At first glance, it was a photo.
"Hey, I'm a really bad person." She tilted her head and smiled at him slyly, "Now that I've raised you, I want to go out and stroll around and declare my sovereignty."
He stayed at home idle every day, and not only paid off the 5 million he borrowed, including the principal and interest, but also had more than 2 million left.
"I don't want to." She said, "Don't tell me in the future. The past is the past. We are already in our thirties, who has the time to dwell on the trivial things that happened more than ten years ago. Acting in idol dramas, there is no sadomasochism or deep love."
"Hey, I'm a really bad person." She tilted her head and smiled at him slyly, "Now that I've raised you, I want to go out and stroll around and declare my sovereignty."
Hearing this, Zhao Fengqing was confused.
Zhao Fengqing was deeply aware of the gap in IQ between her and Jiang Jing.
Jiang Jing finished speaking and stood up. He went to the room and took out the book "The Birth of Tragedy".
Finally, Jiang Jing simply became unemployed and stayed at home. In his spare time, he added a few sums to Zhao Fengqing's account.
On the day when the mortgage was cancelled, Zhao Fengqing asked Jiang Jing, "Don't you need me to support you anymore?" She felt a little lost and thought that the happiness of these days ended too quickly.
He paid Assistant Leng for the new car and invested the rest in futures trading.
Jiang Jing restrained his expression.
He shook his head, "I have no money. How can I survive if you don't support me?"
The property certificate of the villa was in her name only. She had to be present in person for all loans or cancellations.
"This should be reprinted." She opened the cover. It was Sanlian Bookstore.
After reading the itinerary, Zhao Fengqing lazily asked, "Is your ex-girlfriend here?"
One day, Jiang Jing calmly asked, "When did you start taking this as your motto?"
"It's so confusing. I can't figure it out." She gulped down the rest of the milk and said, "I'm going to bed."
"You're making a lot of money, aren't you? Soon, you won't care about me anymore." Her tone was tinged with grievance.
Although he has nothing to do now, he will always meet these classmates again in the future.
"Well." He also sat up, "There is only one secret left."
Jiang Jing smiled, "I earned that money for you, not a cent went into my account."
Zhao Fengqing flipped through two pages and frowned, "I know all these words, but when they are put together, I don't understand." She saw some notes on the book, shook the book, closed it, and sighed, "I'd better read my domineering president."
About twenty or thirty people agreed to do so.
Zhao Fengqing was slightly surprised, and then he couldn't stop smiling. "It's fine as long as it's in my account. Don't worry, I won't run away with the money."
Not on the sea view side, but on the outskirts of S City.
"If you want to change, just tell me and I'll give you a car." Although the money was not earned by her, it was in her account, so it belonged to her. So she acted like a generous sponsor.
One day, Jiang Jing calmly asked, "When did you start taking this as your motto?"
She remembered the image in the photo.
Zhao Fengqing was slightly surprised, and then he couldn't stop smiling. "It's fine as long as it's in my account. Don't worry, I won't run away with the money."
"They all call me auntie, why aren't you an uncle?" Zhao Fengqing urged him, "Go find a job tomorrow."
"… "
"This should be reprinted." She opened the cover. It was Sanlian Bookstore.
He said he worked as a waiter in a cafe, and she said it was easy for female customers to tease him.
Then she stepped forward, hooked her hands around Jiang Jing's shoulders, and said in a cold voice, "Remember, you are mine."
"I'm not worried."
He stood in front of the bookcase and flipped through the photo.
For a short time, she believed it.
Jiang Jing asked back: "Am I an uncle at this age?" He thought one has to be over thirty-five to be considered an uncle.
The girls didn't hear it.
After reading the itinerary, Zhao Fengqing lazily asked, "Is your ex-girlfriend here?"
"By the way, do you want to change your car? If so, I'll give you the money." Zhao Fengqing knew that he was used to driving million-level luxury cars. Now the difference between the AMG worth three million and the GLA worth three hundred thousand can be imagined.
Thinking of this, Zhao Fengqing pushed Jiang Jing.
"What is that?" Zhao Fengqing took a curious look. At first glance, it was a photo.
"No." Jiang Jing is staying at home now and rarely uses the car. He calculated that if he changed to a luxury car, the insurance would have to increase accordingly, so he decided not to move for the time being.
"But," he paused, "I can try to get a lower salary."
"They all call me auntie, why aren't you an uncle?" Zhao Fengqing urged him, "Go find a job tomorrow."
He said he wanted to work as a dishwasher in a Sichuan restaurant, and she told him not to hurt his hands.
"If you want to change, just tell me and I'll give you a car." Although the money was not earned by her, it was in her account, so it belonged to her. So she acted like a generous sponsor.
"I don't want to." She said, "Don't tell me in the future. The past is the past. We are already in our thirties, who has the time to dwell on the trivial things that happened more than ten years ago. Acting in idol dramas, there is no sadomasochism or deep love."
Jiang Jing restrained his expression.
"I don't know." Jiang Jing didn't know the list of classmates. Even if he knew, he had forgotten which ones were his ex-girlfriends.
Thinking of this, Zhao Fengqing pushed Jiang Jing.
In fact, some things are better left unknown. The truth is not that important.
Jiang Jing nodded.
This income should be used as living expenses.
"Yeah." Jiang Jing paused and added, "Adler has integrated Nietzsche's theory of will."
But now, she didn't quite understand.
He contacted forty or fifty people.
In early May, Kong Daming called for an alumni meeting of H University.
"After reading it, maybe you will understand."
"It's difficult, unless I don't work." His meaning was obvious. He was either idle or he must be highly paid.
The property certificate of the villa was in her name only. She had to be present in person for all loans or cancellations.
In early May, Kong Daming called for an alumni meeting of H University.
He paid Assistant Leng for the new car and invested the rest in futures trading.
He contacted forty or fifty people.
Jiang Jing transferred the villa by the sea to the B&B team. The rental fee is 3,000 yuan a day. There is a seascape next to the villa area. The villa is large and can be used for company gatherings and classmates' outings.
For a short time, she believed it.
"By the way, do you want to change your car? If so, I'll give you the money." Zhao Fengqing knew that he was used to driving million-level luxury cars. Now the difference between the AMG worth three million and the GLA worth three hundred thousand can be imagined.
"I don't understand Nietzsche." As she spoke, she almost choked on her milk.
"I've thought about it, you should not stay here." She said carefully: "Nowadays, many girls aged 17 or 18 are attracted to older men."
In early May, Kong Daming called for an alumni meeting of H University.
About twenty or thirty people agreed to do so.
At first, she was very happy. He would do something while she would read comics, eat snacks, and even take a nap when she felt tired. She was having a great time.
"Yeah." Jiang Jing paused and added, "Adler has integrated Nietzsche's theory of will."
Kong Daming asked Jiang Jing, "Are you traveling with a companion?"
His attitude was not very enthusiastic, but he did answer questions.
At this age, the alumni association is no longer an ordinary classmate reunion. What everyone wants to attract is connections and resources.
"The salary must be lower than mine," she requested.
Zhao Fengqing coughed twice.
She had doubted his intentions before, unwilling to believe that he was truly staying with her. He always said, "Nothing lasts forever."
In early May, Kong Daming called for an alumni meeting of H University.
Jiang Jing considered it and agreed.
She shook her head, "Why give it to me? I don't understand it."
Hearing this, Zhao Fengqing was confused.
Although he has nothing to do now, he will always meet these classmates again in the future.
"I don't know." Jiang Jing didn't know the list of classmates. Even if he knew, he had forgotten which ones were his ex-girlfriends.
Jiang Jing saw it, so he didn't take the book.
Next, Jiang Yin used the villa’s property certificate to take out a mortgage loan.
"No." Jiang Jing is staying at home now and rarely uses the car. He calculated that if he changed to a luxury car, the insurance would have to increase accordingly, so he decided not to move for the time being.
Although he has nothing to do now, he will always meet these classmates again in the future.
"You're making a lot of money, aren't you? Soon, you won't care about me anymore." Her tone was tinged with grievance.
At first, she was very happy. He would do something while she would read comics, eat snacks, and even take a nap when she felt tired. She was having a great time.
Kong Daming asked Jiang Jing, "Are you traveling with a companion?"
He chuckled, "You also know Dunbar's number."
"You want to hear it?" Jiang Jing half-closed his eyes.
"I don't know as much as you do, but I also like Adlerian psychology." She smiled at him smugly.
She shook her head, "Why give it to me? I don't understand it."
Jiang Jing gave an affirmative answer.
Then, she put her hands together, put them around his neck, and scolded him, "Look at my invisible collar."
She works from 9 to 9 every day and receives a meager salary.
As a result, the alumni were even more excited. Everyone was waiting to witness the seductive and charming demeanor of the vixen.
"Zhao Fengqing, I like you." Jiang Jing smiled. Under the dim light, his facial features were shrouded in shadow. "I have liked you for a long time."
He stayed at home idle every day, and not only paid off the 5 million he borrowed, including the principal and interest, but also had more than 2 million left.
When she handed it back to him, there was a piece of paper inside the book with half of the corner sticking out.
"But," he paused, "I can try to get a lower salary."
A flip.
Zhao Fengqing thought, the word "fate" is really hard to understand. She and Jiang Jing have come this far, and she doesn't know whether it is a calamity or a fate.
She is the type of person who becomes more arrogant the more she is pampered, but she only shows her temper in front of him.
Zhao Fengqing was deeply aware of the gap in IQ between her and Jiang Jing.
The one Kong Daming contacted was a big villa.
"… "
Jiang Jing returned to the living room and gave her the book.
She remembered the image in the photo.
After saying this, she felt something was wrong. She had a very good vision back then.
He said he worked as a waiter in a cafe, and she said it was easy for female customers to tease him.
He shook his head, "I have no money. How can I survive if you don't support me?"
She had a headache.
His attitude was not very enthusiastic, but he did answer questions.
Not on the sea view side, but on the outskirts of S City.
She sneered, "I tell you, what you say had better be what I like to hear. Otherwise, I'll still have my castration knife to kill you."
"This should be reprinted." She opened the cover. It was Sanlian Bookstore.
About twenty or thirty people agreed to do so.
Kong Daming asked Jiang Jing, "Are you traveling with a companion?"
The party starts at noon on Sunday and ends with dinner in the evening.
Jiang Jing's expression was very indifferent, "I told you I like you, but you didn't believe me."
Zhao Fengqing was slightly surprised, and then he couldn't stop smiling. "It's fine as long as it's in my account. Don't worry, I won't run away with the money."
Jiang Jing nodded.
Zhao Fengqing was deeply aware of the gap in IQ between her and Jiang Jing.
After reading the itinerary, Zhao Fengqing lazily asked, "Is your ex-girlfriend here?"
"I don't want to." She said, "Don't tell me in the future. The past is the past. We are already in our thirties, who has the time to dwell on the trivial things that happened more than ten years ago. Acting in idol dramas, there is no sadomasochism or deep love."
Jiang Jing heard it and smiled at her, and the moment was filled with spring beauty.
He woke up immediately, "Huh?"
Zhao Fengqing was deeply aware of the gap in IQ between her and Jiang Jing.
"Zhao Fengqing, I like you." Jiang Jing smiled. Under the dim light, his facial features were shrouded in shadow. "I have liked you for a long time."
A flip.
Zhao Fengqing reached out to take the book. Seeing the torn cover, she glanced at him and asked, "How many times have you read this?"
Hearing this, Zhao Fengqing was confused.
"I don't know." Jiang Jing didn't know the list of classmates. Even if he knew, he had forgotten which ones were his ex-girlfriends.
"I've thought about it, you should not stay here." She said carefully: "Nowadays, many girls aged 17 or 18 are attracted to older men."
She had doubted his intentions before, unwilling to believe that he was truly staying with her. He always said, "Nothing lasts forever."
After a while, she murmured, "This is... the young and beautiful me?"
"After reading it, maybe you will understand."
"Hey, I'm a really bad person." She tilted her head and smiled at him slyly, "Now that I've raised you, I want to go out and stroll around and declare my sovereignty."
Zhao Fengqing coughed twice.
She sneered, "I tell you, what you say had better be what I like to hear. Otherwise, I'll still have my castration knife to kill you."
"Because I didn't want to like you then."
She is the type of person who becomes more arrogant the more she is pampered, but she only shows her temper in front of him.
Zhao Fengqing twisted his arm fiercely, "Lily is right, you are a bastard."
"They all call me auntie, why aren't you an uncle?" Zhao Fengqing urged him, "Go find a job tomorrow."
At this age, the alumni association is no longer an ordinary classmate reunion. What everyone wants to attract is connections and resources.
He patted her on the back to calm her down.
Then, she put her hands together, put them around his neck, and scolded him, "Look at my invisible collar."
The loan was not much, just five million.
She had a headache.
The loan was not much, just five million.
As a result, the alumni were even more excited. Everyone was waiting to witness the seductive and charming demeanor of the vixen.
“I don’t need a new edition.”
His attitude was not very enthusiastic, but he did answer questions.
Jiang Jing let her do what she wanted.
After reading the itinerary, Zhao Fengqing lazily asked, "Is your ex-girlfriend here?"
She looked up in surprise.
About twenty or thirty people agreed to do so.
There were many dark things in his past. He didn't want her to know about it, including the babysitter and his past psychological problems. But she had to know that he liked her.
He stood in front of the bookcase and flipped through the photo.
"I don't want to." She said, "Don't tell me in the future. The past is the past. We are already in our thirties, who has the time to dwell on the trivial things that happened more than ten years ago. Acting in idol dramas, there is no sadomasochism or deep love."
"This should be reprinted." She opened the cover. It was Sanlian Bookstore.
She is the type of person who becomes more arrogant the more she is pampered, but she only shows her temper in front of him.
She just watched Jiang Jing play around with the house.
There were many dark things in his past. He didn't want her to know about it, including the babysitter and his past psychological problems. But she had to know that he liked her.
She had doubted his intentions before, unwilling to believe that he was truly staying with her. He always said, "Nothing lasts forever."
Zhao Fengqing flipped through two pages and frowned, "I know all these words, but when they are put together, I don't understand." She saw some notes on the book, shook the book, closed it, and sighed, "I'd better read my domineering president."
The party starts at noon on Sunday and ends with dinner in the evening.
For a short time, she believed it.
Seemingly calm, but also pessimistic.
Thinking of this, Zhao Fengqing pushed Jiang Jing.
Jiang Jing restrained his expression.
Jiang Jing transferred the villa by the sea to the B&B team. The rental fee is 3,000 yuan a day. There is a seascape next to the villa area. The villa is large and can be used for company gatherings and classmates' outings.
"You're making a lot of money, aren't you? Soon, you won't care about me anymore." Her tone was tinged with grievance.
Seemingly calm, but also pessimistic.
The girls didn't hear it.
The property certificate of the villa was in her name only. She had to be present in person for all loans or cancellations.
She just watched Jiang Jing play around with the house.
"Hey, I'm a really bad person." She tilted her head and smiled at him slyly, "Now that I've raised you, I want to go out and stroll around and declare my sovereignty."
“I don’t need a new edition.”
One day, Jiang Jing calmly asked, "When did you start taking this as your motto?"
She sat up, turned on the light, and said coldly, "Besides the fact that you liked me so much that you masturbated in front of the photo every day, do you have any other secrets?"
“The 1986 edition of the book was already old when the principal gave it to me.”
Zhao Fengqing was deeply aware of the gap in IQ between her and Jiang Jing.
"Well." He also sat up, "There is only one secret left."
Jiang Jing saw it, so he didn't take the book.
As a result, Jiang Jing didn't find any low-paying jobs.
"By the way, do you want to change your car? If so, I'll give you the money." Zhao Fengqing knew that he was used to driving million-level luxury cars. Now the difference between the AMG worth three million and the GLA worth three hundred thousand can be imagined.
He paid Assistant Leng for the new car and invested the rest in futures trading.
"I don't know. As you get older, everything becomes dull." Zhao Fengqing drank the warm milk he had stewed. "I am a believer in Dunbar's number."
"I don't know." Jiang Jing didn't know the list of classmates. Even if he knew, he had forgotten which ones were his ex-girlfriends.
About twenty or thirty people agreed to do so.
Zhao Fengqing reached out to take the book. Seeing the torn cover, she glanced at him and asked, "How many times have you read this?"
At first, she was very happy. He would do something while she would read comics, eat snacks, and even take a nap when she felt tired. She was having a great time.
He chuckled, "You also know Dunbar's number."
There were many dark things in his past. He didn't want her to know about it, including the babysitter and his past psychological problems. But she had to know that he liked her.
His attitude was not very enthusiastic, but he did answer questions.
"Zhao Fengqing, I like you." Jiang Jing smiled. Under the dim light, his facial features were shrouded in shadow. "I have liked you for a long time."
His attitude was not very enthusiastic, but he did answer questions.
He shook his head, "I have no money. How can I survive if you don't support me?"
"I don't know as much as you do, but I also like Adlerian psychology." She smiled at him smugly.
Jiang Jing asked back: "Am I an uncle at this age?" He thought one has to be over thirty-five to be considered an uncle.
He paid Assistant Leng for the new car and invested the rest in futures trading.
She dressed up specially to watch a movie with him. It was a cold spring day, and she wore a short skirt, hoping that he would look at her.
"I don't know as much as you do, but I also like Adlerian psychology." She smiled at him smugly.
"I've thought about it, you should not stay here." She said carefully: "Nowadays, many girls aged 17 or 18 are attracted to older men."
"Yeah." Jiang Jing paused and added, "Adler has integrated Nietzsche's theory of will."
"Yeah." Jiang Jing paused and added, "Adler has integrated Nietzsche's theory of will."
After saying this, she felt something was wrong. She had a very good vision back then.
I woke up in the middle of the night.
"I don't understand Nietzsche." As she spoke, she almost choked on her milk.
She shook her head, "Why give it to me? I don't understand it."
One day, Jiang Jing calmly asked, "When did you start taking this as your motto?"
Jiang Jing gave an affirmative answer.
"The salary must be lower than mine," she requested.
She remembered the image in the photo.
Seeing this, a group of girls dispersed. One of them even smiled and waved, "Goodbye, Auntie."
He patted her on the back to calm her down.
Thinking of this, Zhao Fengqing pushed Jiang Jing.
When Jiang Jing had some free time, he went to the bookstore with Zhao Fengqing.
The property certificate of the villa was in her name only. She had to be present in person for all loans or cancellations.
He said he wanted to work as a dishwasher in a Sichuan restaurant, and she told him not to hurt his hands.
Jiang Jing finished speaking and stood up. He went to the room and took out the book "The Birth of Tragedy".
Zhao Fengqing coughed, "I only know that he said: 'I am the sun.'"
Zhao Fengqing reached out to take the book. Seeing the torn cover, she glanced at him and asked, "How many times have you read this?"
"It's so confusing. I can't figure it out." She gulped down the rest of the milk and said, "I'm going to bed."
"… "
Then she stepped forward, hooked her hands around Jiang Jing's shoulders, and said in a cold voice, "Remember, you are mine."
The party starts at noon on Sunday and ends with dinner in the evening.
A flip.
“I don’t need a new edition.”
"They all call me auntie, why aren't you an uncle?" Zhao Fengqing urged him, "Go find a job tomorrow."
"I have a book by Nietzsche, which was given to me by the principal of X Middle School." Jiang Jing thought for a moment, turned his head and looked at her, his light-colored eyes filled with depth, "I'll give it to you."
She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
Zhao Fengqing thought, the word "fate" is really hard to understand. She and Jiang Jing have come this far, and she doesn't know whether it is a calamity or a fate.
"I don't know as much as you do, but I also like Adlerian psychology." She smiled at him smugly.
But now, she didn't quite understand.
She shook her head, "Why give it to me? I don't understand it."
She sneered, "I tell you, what you say had better be what I like to hear. Otherwise, I'll still have my castration knife to kill you."
The photo was laminated, but the color still changed.
"After reading it, maybe you will understand."
"You're making a lot of money, aren't you? Soon, you won't care about me anymore." Her tone was tinged with grievance.
Finally, Jiang Jing simply became unemployed and stayed at home. In his spare time, he added a few sums to Zhao Fengqing's account.
One day, Jiang Jing calmly asked, "When did you start taking this as your motto?"
“I don’t need a new edition.”
"Zhao Fengqing, I like you." Jiang Jing smiled. Under the dim light, his facial features were shrouded in shadow. "I have liked you for a long time."
"After reading it, maybe you will understand."
The property certificate of the villa was in her name only. She had to be present in person for all loans or cancellations.
She shook her head, "Why give it to me? I don't understand it."
This income should be used as living expenses.
Zhao Fengqing coughed, "I only know that he said: 'I am the sun.'"
Zhao Fengqing flipped through two pages and frowned, "I know all these words, but when they are put together, I don't understand." She saw some notes on the book, shook the book, closed it, and sighed, "I'd better read my domineering president."
"By the way, do you want to change your car? If so, I'll give you the money." Zhao Fengqing knew that he was used to driving million-level luxury cars. Now the difference between the AMG worth three million and the GLA worth three hundred thousand can be imagined.
"The salary must be lower than mine," she requested.
At first, she was very happy. He would do something while she would read comics, eat snacks, and even take a nap when she felt tired. She was having a great time.
Jiang Jing finished speaking and stood up. He went to the room and took out the book "The Birth of Tragedy".
Zhao Fengqing picked up the photo with two fingers and pulled it out.
Jiang Jing's expression was very indifferent, "I told you I like you, but you didn't believe me."
She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
I woke up in the middle of the night.
Zhao Fengqing flipped through two pages and frowned, "I know all these words, but when they are put together, I don't understand." She saw some notes on the book, shook the book, closed it, and sighed, "I'd better read my domineering president."
"You want to hear it?" Jiang Jing half-closed his eyes.
He stood in front of the bookcase and flipped through the photo.
"I have a book by Nietzsche, which was given to me by the principal of X Middle School." Jiang Jing thought for a moment, turned his head and looked at her, his light-colored eyes filled with depth, "I'll give it to you."
He shook his head, "I have no money. How can I survive if you don't support me?"
There were many dark things in his past. He didn't want her to know about it, including the babysitter and his past psychological problems. But she had to know that he liked her.
There were some things that she doubted no matter what he said. The best way was to let her see it with her own eyes.
The photo was laminated, but the color still changed.
“I don’t need a new edition.”
“The 1986 edition of the book was already old when the principal gave it to me.”
There were many dark things in his past. He didn't want her to know about it, including the babysitter and his past psychological problems. But she had to know that he liked her.
"Zhao Fengqing, I like you." Jiang Jing smiled. Under the dim light, his facial features were shrouded in shadow. "I have liked you for a long time."
The one Kong Daming contacted was a big villa.
Jiang Jing restrained his expression.
"Yeah." He combed her hair with his hands, "Are you awake?"
"I don't understand Nietzsche." As she spoke, she almost choked on her milk.
She sneered, "I tell you, what you say had better be what I like to hear. Otherwise, I'll still have my castration knife to kill you."
He patted her on the back to calm her down.
Jiang Jing returned to the living room and gave her the book.
On the day when the mortgage was cancelled, Zhao Fengqing asked Jiang Jing, "Don't you need me to support you anymore?" She felt a little lost and thought that the happiness of these days ended too quickly.
In fact, some things are better left unknown. The truth is not that important.
Seemingly calm, but also pessimistic.
Zhao Fengqing coughed, "I only know that he said: 'I am the sun.'"
Zhao Fengqing reached out to take the book. Seeing the torn cover, she glanced at him and asked, "How many times have you read this?"
Jiang Jing smiled, "I earned that money for you, not a cent went into my account."
"You want to hear it?" Jiang Jing half-closed his eyes.
Zhao Fengqing reached out to take the book. Seeing the torn cover, she glanced at him and asked, "How many times have you read this?"
He paid Assistant Leng for the new car and invested the rest in futures trading.
“The 1986 edition of the book was already old when the principal gave it to me.”
Zhao Fengqing coughed, "I only know that he said: 'I am the sun.'"
He stood in front of the bookcase and flipped through the photo.
"This should be reprinted." She opened the cover. It was Sanlian Bookstore.
Thinking of this, Zhao Fengqing pushed Jiang Jing.
He woke up immediately, "Huh?"
He chuckled, "You also know Dunbar's number."
Finally, Jiang Jing simply became unemployed and stayed at home. In his spare time, he added a few sums to Zhao Fengqing's account.
"It's difficult, unless I don't work." His meaning was obvious. He was either idle or he must be highly paid.
The girls didn't hear it.
“I don’t need a new edition.”
Jiang Jing smiled, "I earned that money for you, not a cent went into my account."
Zhao Fengqing thought, the word "fate" is really hard to understand. She and Jiang Jing have come this far, and she doesn't know whether it is a calamity or a fate.
"No." Jiang Jing is staying at home now and rarely uses the car. He calculated that if he changed to a luxury car, the insurance would have to increase accordingly, so he decided not to move for the time being.
"You're making a lot of money, aren't you? Soon, you won't care about me anymore." Her tone was tinged with grievance.
"What is that?" Zhao Fengqing took a curious look. At first glance, it was a photo.
"This should be reprinted." She opened the cover. It was Sanlian Bookstore.
She remembered the image in the photo.
Zhao Fengqing flipped through two pages and frowned, "I know all these words, but when they are put together, I don't understand." She saw some notes on the book, shook the book, closed it, and sighed, "I'd better read my domineering president."
"I don't want to." She said, "Don't tell me in the future. The past is the past. We are already in our thirties, who has the time to dwell on the trivial things that happened more than ten years ago. Acting in idol dramas, there is no sadomasochism or deep love."
Seeing this, a group of girls dispersed. One of them even smiled and waved, "Goodbye, Auntie."
She sat up, turned on the light, and said coldly, "Besides the fact that you liked me so much that you masturbated in front of the photo every day, do you have any other secrets?"
"If you want to change, just tell me and I'll give you a car." Although the money was not earned by her, it was in her account, so it belonged to her. So she acted like a generous sponsor.
Seeing this, a group of girls dispersed. One of them even smiled and waved, "Goodbye, Auntie."
Jiang Jing let her do what she wanted.
Jiang Jing transferred the villa by the sea to the B&B team. The rental fee is 3,000 yuan a day. There is a seascape next to the villa area. The villa is large and can be used for company gatherings and classmates' outings.
"… "
When she handed it back to him, there was a piece of paper inside the book with half of the corner sticking out.
He chuckled, "You also know Dunbar's number."
When she handed it back to him, there was a piece of paper inside the book with half of the corner sticking out.
Jiang Jing saw it, so he didn't take the book.
He said he worked as a waiter in a cafe, and she said it was easy for female customers to tease him.
Zhao Fengqing reached out to take the book. Seeing the torn cover, she glanced at him and asked, "How many times have you read this?"
She was stunned for a moment, her brows knitted, "You still put women's photos in the book. Do you have the professional ethics of being a gigolo? I am your big money sponsor."
Zhao Fengqing was slightly surprised, and then he couldn't stop smiling. "It's fine as long as it's in my account. Don't worry, I won't run away with the money."
Seeing this, a group of girls dispersed. One of them even smiled and waved, "Goodbye, Auntie."
"You want to hear it?" Jiang Jing half-closed his eyes.
"What is that?" Zhao Fengqing took a curious look. At first glance, it was a photo.
In fact, it's not that she doesn't believe what he said about liking her during this period.
“I don’t need a new edition.”
He stayed at home idle every day, and not only paid off the 5 million he borrowed, including the principal and interest, but also had more than 2 million left.
As a result, the alumni were even more excited. Everyone was waiting to witness the seductive and charming demeanor of the vixen.
This income should be used as living expenses.
Finally, she said, "Go to sleep. Whatever happened, just take a nap."
The exposed part looks like a woman's leg.
The one Kong Daming contacted was a big villa.
Not on the sea view side, but on the outskirts of S City.
She was stunned for a moment, her brows knitted, "You still put women's photos in the book. Do you have the professional ethics of being a gigolo? I am your big money sponsor."
Zhao Fengqing picked up the photo with two fingers and pulled it out.
"I don't know. As you get older, everything becomes dull." Zhao Fengqing drank the warm milk he had stewed. "I am a believer in Dunbar's number."
The party starts at noon on Sunday and ends with dinner in the evening.
Jiang Jing restrained his expression.
Kong Daming asked Jiang Jing, "Are you traveling with a companion?"
"I don't know as much as you do, but I also like Adlerian psychology." She smiled at him smugly.
On the day when the mortgage was cancelled, Zhao Fengqing asked Jiang Jing, "Don't you need me to support you anymore?" She felt a little lost and thought that the happiness of these days ended too quickly.
If you can’t figure something out, don’t think about it.
Zhao Fengqing picked up the photo with two fingers and pulled it out.
This income should be used as living expenses.
"It's difficult, unless I don't work." His meaning was obvious. He was either idle or he must be highly paid.
Finally, Jiang Jing simply became unemployed and stayed at home. In his spare time, he added a few sums to Zhao Fengqing's account.
He said he worked as a waiter in a cafe, and she said it was easy for female customers to tease him.
After saying this, she felt something was wrong. She had a very good vision back then.
A flip.
Jiang Jing heard it and smiled at her, and the moment was filled with spring beauty.
Although he has nothing to do now, he will always meet these classmates again in the future.
The girls didn't hear it.
For a short time, she believed it.
In early May, Kong Daming called for an alumni meeting of H University.
At this age, the alumni association is no longer an ordinary classmate reunion. What everyone wants to attract is connections and resources.
Jiang Jing considered it and agreed.
Zhao Fengqing twisted his arm fiercely, "Lily is right, you are a bastard."
The person in the photo stunned her.
Jiang Jing restrained his expression.
In early May, Kong Daming called for an alumni meeting of H University.
She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
"I don't know. As you get older, everything becomes dull." Zhao Fengqing drank the warm milk he had stewed. "I am a believer in Dunbar's number."
“I don’t need a new edition.”
After a while, she murmured, "This is... the young and beautiful me?"
In fact, some things are better left unknown. The truth is not that important.
His attitude was not very enthusiastic, but he did answer questions.
In fact, it's not that she doesn't believe what he said about liking her during this period.
Jiang Jing gave an affirmative answer.
He woke up immediately, "Huh?"
Zhao Fengqing twisted his arm fiercely, "Lily is right, you are a bastard."
She looked up in surprise.
The one Kong Daming contacted was a big villa.
When she handed it back to him, there was a piece of paper inside the book with half of the corner sticking out.
Jiang Jing's expression was very indifferent, "I told you I like you, but you didn't believe me."
“The 1986 edition of the book was already old when the principal gave it to me.”
Later, she was bored and when she woke up, she saw a group of girls surrounding Jiang Jing, asking him questions.
She sneered, "I tell you, what you say had better be what I like to hear. Otherwise, I'll still have my castration knife to kill you."
Hearing this, Zhao Fengqing was confused.
Zhao Fengqing coughed twice.
"I've thought about it, you should not stay here." She said carefully: "Nowadays, many girls aged 17 or 18 are attracted to older men."
Although he has nothing to do now, he will always meet these classmates again in the future.
She shook her head, "Why give it to me? I don't understand it."
He shook his head, "I have no money. How can I survive if you don't support me?"
She remembered the image in the photo.
He paid Assistant Leng for the new car and invested the rest in futures trading.
She shook her head, "Why give it to me? I don't understand it."
Jiang Jing considered it and agreed.
"… "
After a while, she murmured, "This is... the young and beautiful me?"
She dressed up specially to watch a movie with him. It was a cold spring day, and she wore a short skirt, hoping that he would look at her.
She looked up in surprise.
The property certificate of the villa was in her name only. She had to be present in person for all loans or cancellations.
She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
"I've thought about it, you should not stay here." She said carefully: "Nowadays, many girls aged 17 or 18 are attracted to older men."
Finally, she said, "Go to sleep. Whatever happened, just take a nap."
She shook her head, "Why give it to me? I don't understand it."
In fact, it's not that she doesn't believe what he said about liking her during this period.
"What is that?" Zhao Fengqing took a curious look. At first glance, it was a photo.
"No." Jiang Jing is staying at home now and rarely uses the car. He calculated that if he changed to a luxury car, the insurance would have to increase accordingly, so he decided not to move for the time being.
Zhao Fengqing was deeply aware of the gap in IQ between her and Jiang Jing.
"I don't understand Nietzsche." As she spoke, she almost choked on her milk.
He chuckled, "You also know Dunbar's number."
"Well." He also sat up, "There is only one secret left."
Hearing this, Zhao Fengqing was confused.
His attitude was not very enthusiastic, but he did answer questions.
She just doesn't believe in the future.
At first, she was very happy. He would do something while she would read comics, eat snacks, and even take a nap when she felt tired. She was having a great time.
He paid Assistant Leng for the new car and invested the rest in futures trading.
Then she stepped forward, hooked her hands around Jiang Jing's shoulders, and said in a cold voice, "Remember, you are mine."
Jiang Jing restrained his expression.
In fact, some things are better left unknown. The truth is not that important.
"Well." He also sat up, "There is only one secret left."
Hearing this, Zhao Fengqing was confused.
"I don't understand Nietzsche." As she spoke, she almost choked on her milk.
For a short time, she believed it.
"What is that?" Zhao Fengqing took a curious look. At first glance, it was a photo.
"I'm not worried."
She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
The party starts at noon on Sunday and ends with dinner in the evening.
After saying this, she felt something was wrong. She had a very good vision back then.
Zhao Fengqing thought, the word "fate" is really hard to understand. She and Jiang Jing have come this far, and she doesn't know whether it is a calamity or a fate.
Jiang Jing asked back: "Am I an uncle at this age?" He thought one has to be over thirty-five to be considered an uncle.
"I don't know as much as you do, but I also like Adlerian psychology." She smiled at him smugly.
But now, she didn't quite understand.
Jiang Jing returned to the living room and gave her the book.
"I don't want to." She said, "Don't tell me in the future. The past is the past. We are already in our thirties, who has the time to dwell on the trivial things that happened more than ten years ago. Acting in idol dramas, there is no sadomasochism or deep love."
The photo was laminated, but the color still changed.
Jiang Jing nodded.
She raised her eyes tremblingly. "Why?"
Zhao Fengqing thought, the word "fate" is really hard to understand. She and Jiang Jing have come this far, and she doesn't know whether it is a calamity or a fate.
Jiang Jing considered it and agreed.
Jiang Jing heard it and smiled at her, and the moment was filled with spring beauty.
The loan was not much, just five million.
"Zhao Fengqing, I like you." Jiang Jing smiled. Under the dim light, his facial features were shrouded in shadow. "I have liked you for a long time."
She raised her eyes tremblingly. "Why?"
Zhao Fengqing coughed, "I only know that he said: 'I am the sun.'"
She looked up in surprise.
Jiang Jing finished speaking and stood up. He went to the room and took out the book "The Birth of Tragedy".
She had doubted his intentions before, unwilling to believe that he was truly staying with her. He always said, "Nothing lasts forever."
"Because I didn't want to like you then."
The property certificate of the villa was in her name only. She had to be present in person for all loans or cancellations.
"No." Jiang Jing is staying at home now and rarely uses the car. He calculated that if he changed to a luxury car, the insurance would have to increase accordingly, so he decided not to move for the time being.
I woke up in the middle of the night.
"Yeah." Jiang Jing paused and added, "Adler has integrated Nietzsche's theory of will."
Zhao Fengqing was deeply aware of the gap in IQ between her and Jiang Jing.
"I don't want to." She said, "Don't tell me in the future. The past is the past. We are already in our thirties, who has the time to dwell on the trivial things that happened more than ten years ago. Acting in idol dramas, there is no sadomasochism or deep love."
"I don't know." Jiang Jing didn't know the list of classmates. Even if he knew, he had forgotten which ones were his ex-girlfriends.
He paid Assistant Leng for the new car and invested the rest in futures trading.
"… "
Zhao Fengqing flipped through two pages and frowned, "I know all these words, but when they are put together, I don't understand." She saw some notes on the book, shook the book, closed it, and sighed, "I'd better read my domineering president."
He stood in front of the bookcase and flipped through the photo.
He stayed at home idle every day, and not only paid off the 5 million he borrowed, including the principal and interest, but also had more than 2 million left.
He calculated the number of tourists during the peak and off-seasons and estimated that the villa's monthly occupancy rate was around 50%.
"I don't know." Jiang Jing didn't know the list of classmates. Even if he knew, he had forgotten which ones were his ex-girlfriends.
Zhao Fengqing thought, the word "fate" is really hard to understand. She and Jiang Jing have come this far, and she doesn't know whether it is a calamity or a fate.
On the day when the mortgage was cancelled, Zhao Fengqing asked Jiang Jing, "Don't you need me to support you anymore?" She felt a little lost and thought that the happiness of these days ended too quickly.
"I've thought about it, you should not stay here." She said carefully: "Nowadays, many girls aged 17 or 18 are attracted to older men."
Jiang Jing asked back: "Am I an uncle at this age?" He thought one has to be over thirty-five to be considered an uncle.
Zhao Fengqing rolled his eyes at her.
Zhao Fengqing was deeply aware of the gap in IQ between her and Jiang Jing.
She had a headache.
She is the type of person who becomes more arrogant the more she is pampered, but she only shows her temper in front of him.
In early May, Kong Daming called for an alumni meeting of H University.
Then, she put her hands together, put them around his neck, and scolded him, "Look at my invisible collar."
This income should be used as living expenses.
The party starts at noon on Sunday and ends with dinner in the evening.
"It's so confusing. I can't figure it out." She gulped down the rest of the milk and said, "I'm going to bed."
Seemingly calm, but also pessimistic.
"I don't know." Jiang Jing didn't know the list of classmates. Even if he knew, he had forgotten which ones were his ex-girlfriends.
"It's difficult, unless I don't work." His meaning was obvious. He was either idle or he must be highly paid.
"What is that?" Zhao Fengqing took a curious look. At first glance, it was a photo.
“The 1986 edition of the book was already old when the principal gave it to me.”
If you can’t figure something out, don’t think about it.
In early May, Kong Daming called for an alumni meeting of H University.
“The 1986 edition of the book was already old when the principal gave it to me.”
Jiang Jing returned to the living room and gave her the book.
Jiang Jing heard it and smiled at her, and the moment was filled with spring beauty.
Jiang Jing's expression was very indifferent, "I told you I like you, but you didn't believe me."
"I don't want to." She said, "Don't tell me in the future. The past is the past. We are already in our thirties, who has the time to dwell on the trivial things that happened more than ten years ago. Acting in idol dramas, there is no sadomasochism or deep love."
She fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed.
"If you want to change, just tell me and I'll give you a car." Although the money was not earned by her, it was in her account, so it belonged to her. So she acted like a generous sponsor.
I woke up in the middle of the night.
"It's so confusing. I can't figure it out." She gulped down the rest of the milk and said, "I'm going to bed."
If you can’t figure something out, don’t think about it.
“The 1986 edition of the book was already old when the principal gave it to me.”
"The salary must be lower than mine," she requested.
As a result, Jiang Jing didn't find any low-paying jobs.
I woke up in the middle of the night.
Jiang Jing asked back: "Am I an uncle at this age?" He thought one has to be over thirty-five to be considered an uncle.
"But," he paused, "I can try to get a lower salary."
He contacted forty or fifty people.
The one Kong Daming contacted was a big villa.
The one Kong Daming contacted was a big villa.
She just doesn't believe in the future.
She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
She remembered the image in the photo.
She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
"This should be reprinted." She opened the cover. It was Sanlian Bookstore.
There were many dark things in his past. He didn't want her to know about it, including the babysitter and his past psychological problems. But she had to know that he liked her.
When she handed it back to him, there was a piece of paper inside the book with half of the corner sticking out.
As a result, Jiang Jing didn't find any low-paying jobs.
He stayed at home idle every day, and not only paid off the 5 million he borrowed, including the principal and interest, but also had more than 2 million left.
"I don't know." Jiang Jing didn't know the list of classmates. Even if he knew, he had forgotten which ones were his ex-girlfriends.
Later, she was bored and when she woke up, she saw a group of girls surrounding Jiang Jing, asking him questions.
In fact, some things are better left unknown. The truth is not that important.
"… "
The exposed part looks like a woman's leg.
Hearing this, Zhao Fengqing was confused.
After saying this, she felt something was wrong. She had a very good vision back then.
Jiang Jing transferred the villa by the sea to the B&B team. The rental fee is 3,000 yuan a day. There is a seascape next to the villa area. The villa is large and can be used for company gatherings and classmates' outings.
About twenty or thirty people agreed to do so.
"What is that?" Zhao Fengqing took a curious look. At first glance, it was a photo.
Thinking of this, Zhao Fengqing pushed Jiang Jing.
She had doubted his intentions before, unwilling to believe that he was truly staying with her. He always said, "Nothing lasts forever."
She is the type of person who becomes more arrogant the more she is pampered, but she only shows her temper in front of him.
"I'm not worried."
She was crushed in minutes.
One day, Jiang Jing calmly asked, "When did you start taking this as your motto?"
The girls didn't hear it.
Later, she was bored and when she woke up, she saw a group of girls surrounding Jiang Jing, asking him questions.
He woke up immediately, "Huh?"
The one Kong Daming contacted was a big villa.
He chuckled, "You also know Dunbar's number."
"What is that?" Zhao Fengqing took a curious look. At first glance, it was a photo.
She dressed up specially to watch a movie with him. It was a cold spring day, and she wore a short skirt, hoping that he would look at her.
She sat up, turned on the light, and said coldly, "Besides the fact that you liked me so much that you masturbated in front of the photo every day, do you have any other secrets?"
Finally, she said, "Go to sleep. Whatever happened, just take a nap."
Zhao Fengqing coughed twice.
"This should be reprinted." She opened the cover. It was Sanlian Bookstore.
"You want to hear it?" Jiang Jing half-closed his eyes.
Jiang Jing asked back: "Am I an uncle at this age?" He thought one has to be over thirty-five to be considered an uncle.
Zhao Fengqing flipped through two pages and frowned, "I know all these words, but when they are put together, I don't understand." She saw some notes on the book, shook the book, closed it, and sighed, "I'd better read my domineering president."
"But," he paused, "I can try to get a lower salary."
The exposed part looks like a woman's leg.
"I don't want to." She said, "Don't tell me in the future. The past is the past. We are already in our thirties, who has the time to dwell on the trivial things that happened more than ten years ago. Acting in idol dramas, there is no sadomasochism or deep love."
"I've thought about it, you should not stay here." She said carefully: "Nowadays, many girls aged 17 or 18 are attracted to older men."
He woke up immediately, "Huh?"
"Well." He also sat up, "There is only one secret left."
After a while, she murmured, "This is... the young and beautiful me?"
Zhao Fengqing twisted his arm fiercely, "Lily is right, you are a bastard."
She was stunned for a moment, her brows knitted, "You still put women's photos in the book. Do you have the professional ethics of being a gigolo? I am your big money sponsor."
"It's difficult, unless I don't work." His meaning was obvious. He was either idle or he must be highly paid.
As a result, the alumni were even more excited. Everyone was waiting to witness the seductive and charming demeanor of the vixen.
Thinking of this, Zhao Fengqing pushed Jiang Jing.
She was stunned for a moment, her brows knitted, "You still put women's photos in the book. Do you have the professional ethics of being a gigolo? I am your big money sponsor."
She sneered, "I tell you, what you say had better be what I like to hear. Otherwise, I'll still have my castration knife to kill you."
Jiang Jing heard it and smiled at her, and the moment was filled with spring beauty.
Jiang Jing gave an affirmative answer.
As a result, the alumni were even more excited. Everyone was waiting to witness the seductive and charming demeanor of the vixen.
"They all call me auntie, why aren't you an uncle?" Zhao Fengqing urged him, "Go find a job tomorrow."
Finally, Jiang Jing simply became unemployed and stayed at home. In his spare time, he added a few sums to Zhao Fengqing's account.
She just doesn't believe in the future.
"But," he paused, "I can try to get a lower salary."
Although he has nothing to do now, he will always meet these classmates again in the future.
"Zhao Fengqing, I like you." Jiang Jing smiled. Under the dim light, his facial features were shrouded in shadow. "I have liked you for a long time."
As a result, the alumni were even more excited. Everyone was waiting to witness the seductive and charming demeanor of the vixen.
Hearing this, Zhao Fengqing was confused.
Zhao Fengqing twisted his arm fiercely, "Lily is right, you are a bastard."
The girls didn't hear it.
Seeing this, a group of girls dispersed. One of them even smiled and waved, "Goodbye, Auntie."
"I have a book by Nietzsche, which was given to me by the principal of X Middle School." Jiang Jing thought for a moment, turned his head and looked at her, his light-colored eyes filled with depth, "I'll give it to you."
She was stunned for a moment, her brows knitted, "You still put women's photos in the book. Do you have the professional ethics of being a gigolo? I am your big money sponsor."
After saying this, she felt something was wrong. She had a very good vision back then.
"The salary must be lower than mine," she requested.
The property certificate of the villa was in her name only. She had to be present in person for all loans or cancellations.
Jiang Jing considered it and agreed.
She sat up, turned on the light, and said coldly, "Besides the fact that you liked me so much that you masturbated in front of the photo every day, do you have any other secrets?"
"I've thought about it, you should not stay here." She said carefully: "Nowadays, many girls aged 17 or 18 are attracted to older men."
Finally, she said, "Go to sleep. Whatever happened, just take a nap."
"I don't want to." She said, "Don't tell me in the future. The past is the past. We are already in our thirties, who has the time to dwell on the trivial things that happened more than ten years ago. Acting in idol dramas, there is no sadomasochism or deep love."
Later, she was bored and when she woke up, she saw a group of girls surrounding Jiang Jing, asking him questions.