When Jiang Jinghao came out of the kitchen carrying a big bowl of noodles, he saw Su Qiao wearing pink pajamas and wiping her short hair with a towel. He was immediately startled.
"Qiao'er, why did you cut your hair?"
Su Qiao combed her half-dried neat short hair with her fingers: "Doesn't look good?"
Even though she did the cutting herself, her technique should still be pretty good, right
"nice."
Jiang Jinghao grinned and added, "Hey, you look good no matter what."
"Baoer, you haven't eaten the noodles I made for a long time, right? Come and try it and see if it still tastes the same as before."
After working for half the night, Su Qiao was indeed hungry, so he didn't bother to be polite and just sat down to eat.
Jiang Jinghao sat opposite her, his chin supported by his hands, watching her eat the noodles he made with satisfaction: "Is it delicious?"
Su Qiao didn't even raise his head: "Yeah, not bad."
His craftsmanship is really good.
As if thinking of something, Jiang Jinghao, who had just looked satisfied, hesitated for a moment and said cautiously:
"Baoer, do you... do you dislike me for not having attended college?"
Su Qiao looked up at him, stuffed a fried egg into his mouth, and said vaguely: "If you want to go, go. If you don't want to go, don't go. I don't care about these."
Jiang Jinghao breathed a sigh of relief, then scratched his hair again: "Then... will you dislike me for not having a decent job?"
Su Qiao took a sip of the noodle soup and put down the bowl with some satisfaction: "I don't even have a job now, do you think you will despise me?"
Jiang Jinghao quickly shook his head: "Of course not."
Su Qiao rolled her eyes at him in annoyance: "Then why are you asking these boring questions?"
And disturbed her while she was eating noodles.
"I... I was worried that you'd run away with someone else."
There are so many outstanding men out there. They are either college students or postgraduate students. They are all young talents, senior white-collar workers, or bosses.
He is just a small worker who has not even been to college, so he can't compare with others at all.
After finishing a bowl of noodles and two fried eggs in one breath, Su Qiao touched his round belly and collapsed on the sofa.
"Don't talk about that nonsense. Have you bought the stocks I asked you to buy?"
“I bought it.”
"I didn't quite understand it at first, but after reading a lot of information and asking a lot of people, I roughly understood it."
As Jiang Jinghao spoke, he went into the house and took out the computer: "I'll turn on the computer and show it to you now."
"No, it's too late today. Let's watch it tomorrow."
Su Qiao asked him to buy stocks, but it wasn't actually for himself.
It's just to let him make more money so that he can open a restaurant or do whatever he wants in the future.
He donated $500,000 of the $5.2 million he earned last time to the Children's Fund.
Of the remaining 4.7 million, he insisted on giving Su Qiao 4 million. Su Qiao had no choice but to compensate him from other sources.
"Well, take a rest tonight."
*
The next morning, Su Qiao asked Xiao Si to call the police anonymously and sent a blurry photo that looked like a murder scene.
Because human life was involved, the police quickly rushed to the Wen family.
"you… "
When the old lady opened the door and saw four or five uniformed policemen, she was stunned.
The middle-aged policeman in charge took out his ID and showed it to her: "Excuse me, is this Wen Congyuan's home?"
The old lady's mind was suddenly in a mess.
"Yes... Yes, may I ask you... what do you want to talk to my son about?"