novelweb Chapter 701: How to kill someone with a dull knife?
Chapter 701: How to kill someone with a dull knife?
Chapter 701 How to kill someone with a dull knife?
In the red bedroom, Jiang Qin glanced at Feng Nanshu who was hiding under the quilt, and then got into the bed like a king returning.
The president of the group worked undercover in the nanny's room for two years, selling his body at all costs, and finally got the moment of glorious return.
Feng Nanshu couldn't help but narrowed his eyes when he saw him getting in. "I'm going to sleep."
“Then you are not allowed to touch your abdominal muscles.”
...”
The little rich woman felt that she was being manipulated and couldn't help but push him with her foot: "You don't even call me wife."
Jiang Qin reached out and patted her butt: "Didn't I scream last night?"
"did not hear."
“You clearly let me call you all night long.”
Feng Nanshu pursed her lips and said, "You didn't call me wife in school before. You owe me those things."
Seeing her little feet shaking for him, he couldn't help but hold them gently. All he could see was her biting her thin lips and humming softly.
Feng Nanshu narrowed his eyes: "I am a genius with a secret crush."
Jiang Qin put his hands under his head: "I really like what you like, but I'm probably still a little sick in my heart. I'm afraid that I won't know how to get along with each other after the relationship changes. I'm also afraid that falling in love will not end well. After all, I have little experience. No."
reflect by howling and screaming at the people who bully you .
Jiang Qin pretended to be shocked: "It's so hard for you to hide this from me."
Jiang Qin glanced at her and thought to himself, "You are just saving everything for settling the accounts with me after we get married, right?" "Didn't we reach a consensus? Good friends can kiss, so why are you still trying to settle accounts after marriage? "
Feng Nanshu couldn't help but sit up a little, wanting to confirm whether her brother was lying to her.
“I feel like you lied to me a little bit.”
“But I had already made up my mind to marry you back home.”
Feng Nanshu kicked him lightly again: "Then you still slept with me and got me pregnant. You are a bad person."
“It turned out to be like this...”
Jiang Qin stretched out his hand to support his head: "We are still good friends in school. We have never been in love, so why do we call you wife?"
“That’s not possible, the wedding candle must be lit all night long.”
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From the time I got the six-week pregnancy report on October 1st to the time of marriage, Jiang Ainan is already three months old, but Jiang Qin is still gentle when he breaks in.
“Brother, I have always liked you, and I lied to you even if you were a good friend.”
Feng Nanshu noticed something was wrong and was about to kick him when he suddenly felt like he was being pushed and couldn't help but hide his face.
"Really?"
“I don’t know anything about it.”
“Then you don’t even fall in love with me, but you eat my feet and kiss me and hug me.”
"Bad guy, don't look at me...turn off the lights..."
Under the warm winter sun, the festive atmosphere gradually recedes.
Jiang Qin wanted to arrange for Feng Nanshu to go to Shanghai to concentrate on raising the baby. Because my mother was worried about the care of outsiders, she also wanted to apply for internal withdrawal and follow her there.
They and Jiang Ainan will meet in less than seven months. Thinking about it, they are really a little nervous.
He was already used to such a dinner, but he felt sorry for his wife's hard work and reached out to touch her hand.
Lao Yu's wife smiled and hit him: "Eat quickly."
“How is Dad’s illness?”
“It’s the same, but the hospital has issued an ultimatum. The hospital bills must be paid before the end of the month. Lao Yu, if that doesn’t work, let’s go for a takeaway.”
Yu Tai shook his head: "I recently found a part-time job, and I will receive the money at the end of the month. Together with our salary and the provident fund that was withdrawn by the trustee, it should be enough."
Yu Tai’s wife was stunned for a moment: “You’ve been leaving early and coming home late these past two months, so you’re just working a part-time job?”
"Um."
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Yu Tai took a bite of the steamed bun and said, "They gave me a little too much. I was afraid it was a lie at first, and I didn't want you to be happy in vain."
Yu Tai’s wife thought for a moment: “Have you become a tutor for students?”
“No, I’m going to take a taxi.”
“Black car? Are you crazy?”
Yu Tai shook his head: "No, it's not a black car, it's a regular one. You can do it if you have a car. Many teachers in our school are doing it."
The Spring Festival is approaching, and the popularity of the ride-hailing market has gradually declined.
Jiang Zhenghong took a vacation and took a plane to Shanghai. The family planned to celebrate the New Year at Shanti Villa.
Feng Nanshu's belly has swelled. Jiang Qin just took her for a checkup and bought a bunch of small skirts when she came back.
The little rich woman doesn’t know why, but she is pregnant, and the one who is getting more and more stupid seems to be her brother. These little skirts will obviously take two or three years to wear.
“Skirt? Is it a girl?”
“No, it’s a little princess.”
Yuan Youqin was wrapping dumplings and looked at Jiang Qin in a daze: "Isn't this the same?"
Jiang Qin put the skirt on the sofa with a sneer, pinched Feng Nanshu's cheek: "Thank you for your hard work, my eldest princess."
“I...I want to play two kicks.”
“You think beautifully.”
Jiang Qin unceremoniously rejected the little rich woman's whimsical idea, then turned on the computer, did some work, and checked the WeChat group.
Didi’s market share in Shanghai and Kyoto is still only about 15%, but it has a loud voice and gets ridiculed by Uber every day. Moreover, the local sales department is very diligent, helping a large number of drivers to unload Uber. They said thank you.
In addition, Lao Cao sent a message. His Qianzuo is currently booming in Shanghai, but recently several plagiarists have been discovered.
Shops with highly similar business models, such as Weijiu, Zero Degree, and Wanka, have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
Cao Guangyu suddenly understood why Shang Zhan was just a matter of punching people to the flesh, because he really wanted to hire thugs to beat people up.
Jiang Qin persuaded him to accept the reality. Qianzuo’s business model is inherently patchwork, and the threshold for plagiarism is very low. It is not surprising that competing products appear.
At this moment, a BMW drove up from Shanti Villa, and Wei Lanlan ran over with joy on his face.
“Boss, we are selected!”
“Did you spend money?”
“It’s a bit of a mess, but I guarantee it’s absolutely compliant.”
“When is the selection date?”
“In February next year, I will do some more ups and downs. After March, we can give them a class.”