He now understands why Jiang Yuchen loves to cry so much.
He took a step back.
About to leave quietly.
"Why?"
An Qi spotted him in time, her eyes brightened, and she ran over holding the painting tools, "Brother Jiu, why are you here?"
"..."
It's too late to run away.
Feng Jiuci endured his heartache and forced a smile, "I passed by Jiangda on business and stopped by to see you."
"The temperature is below zero today. You don't care about the temperature when you do things. Why don't you wear so little?"
Feng Jiuci was still wearing the clothes he wore when he went to Linjiang City yesterday, a thin printed sweatshirt and jeans. The temperature was not so low yesterday. After the snow stopped overnight, the temperature suddenly dropped sharply today.
"not cold."
"Really or not." An Qi was dubious. She reached out and touched Feng Jiuci's hand and said speechlessly, "My hands are as cold as ice cubes. You still insist that they are not cold. Don't think that you are so young.
I'm resistant to freezing. If you don't pay attention to keeping warm now, you will know how uncomfortable it will be when you get older."
She stuffed the painting tools into Feng Jiuci's arms.
Seeing that he was stunned and unresponsive, he said angrily, "Are you freezing? Help me hold him."
"oh."
Feng Jiuci helped her hold the painting tools. An Qi took off her scarf and stood on tiptoes to wrap the scarf around Feng Jiuci's neck. The two were very close, and Feng Jiuci saw her fair little face close at hand.
.
He held his breath unconsciously.
The scarf was very warm, carrying the temperature of her body and instantly warming her body.
"Uh... the color doesn't match your clothes, but it can keep you warm. Don't dislike it."
"..."
After wrapping her scarf around, An Qi stepped away.
Feng Jiuci felt as if he was lost.
The body warms up.
My heart seemed to warm up.
He looked down at the hanging end of the scarf. The bright red scarf did not match his clothes, but he was completely reluctant to take it off.
"Okay, give it to me."
Feng Jiuci held the painting tools and said, "Let me get them for you."
An Qi was not polite to him. She rubbed her hands and put them into the pockets of her down jacket. She arched her eyebrows and said, "Thank you then."
She had a sweet smile and there seemed to be stars twinkling in her eyes.
Feng Jiuci's heart beat two beats faster.
The two of them walked out side by side.
One second.
Two seconds.
Five seconds later...
Feng Jiuci couldn't hold it back any longer. He cleared his throat and asked, "Is that... your boyfriend just now?"
"Ah?" An Qi turned to look at him blankly, "What kind of boyfriend?"
"That's the boy wearing a black baker's jacket and glasses, who doesn't look very smart."
"..."
The corner of An Qi's mouth twitched.
She glared at Feng Jiuci and said, "My appearance is called honest and honest, but how come you tell me that I'm not very smart."
He hasn't said anything yet.
She protected him.
Feng Jiuci instantly turned sour into lemon essence.
He didn't speak and looked at An Qi with a sullen face. An Qi didn't notice the change in his mood. She changed the topic and said, "Besides, who said that boy is my boyfriend."
Feng Jiuci was stunned.
He clearly felt that his living heart began to beat strongly again, "Not your boyfriend? Then why are you accepting love letters from others?"
"Who accepted his love letter?" An Qi took out the envelope from her pocket angrily, opened it in front of Feng Jiuci, and took out a small stack of banknotes from inside, "This is money, okay."
Feng Jiuci was stunned, "Why do people give you money?"
"Speaking of which, I want to thank you so much. Didn't you introduce me to a few mural businesses before? People thought that my classmates and I were good at painting, so you introduced us to another one. That boy just painted with me.
Mural classmates.”
An Qi explained, "After work, the finance department of the company paid him the money. It was supposed to be 50/50, but at that time the classmate had some financial difficulties, so he borrowed my part of the money for temporary use. Just now
People are paying back money and love letters... you think it was when you were in school. In our day and age, people confess their love directly, and we no longer send love letters."
"..."
It turned out to be a mistake.
Fortunately it was a mistake.
Feng Jiuci came to life instantly.
"Haha, that's it. Let me just say, how could you fall in love with such a mediocre-looking boy when you often look at my young master's handsome face that makes people and gods angry? Hahaha, I misunderstood."
Sudden.
He reacted and glared at An Qi, "An Xiaoqi, what do you mean by your age? There is only eight years between me and you."
"Eight years old. If you are one more year old, there will be a three-generation gap. The difference is not that big."
"..."
It hurts my heart.
However, compared to An Qi's decision to have a boyfriend, Feng Jiuci could completely digest it on his own.
An Qi shook the envelope in her hand, "It's better to come early than to come by chance. I happen to have money now. I'll treat you to hot pot tonight. Do you want to go?"
"Go, go decisively."
then.
After An Qi put the painting tools in the dormitory, she took Feng Jiu to leave for dinner.
There is a lot to eat near the university town.
But An Qi is no longer as difficult as before. She deliberately took Feng Jiu to resign from a chain hot pot restaurant where the per capita consumption of the family was quite high.
"I'm treating you today, please order whatever you want."
Feng Jiuci teased, "Hey, are you suddenly rich?"
"No matter how rich I am, I can still be richer than you." An Qi sat opposite Feng Jiuci. The hot pot restaurant was fully heated. She took off her down jacket and put it on the back of the sofa. "You have helped me a lot several times. I always want to
Thank you very much for coming. But before, I was too poor, so I could only dig at Sosou. Now that I have money, of course I will treat you to a big dinner."
"Oh." Feng Jiuci continued to tease, "It turns out that my conscience discovered it."
"Look at what you said, you have always had a conscience, okay? Then you were poor before, and a penny can stump a hero, do you understand? Oh, I tell you, you don't understand either, you have never been poor."
"Then I've ordered?"
"Click, click whatever you want."
Feng Jiuci was not polite to her. He ordered a mandarin duck hot pot, and then ordered many meat and vegetable dishes. After ordering, he pushed the menu to An Qi, "See if there is anything you want to add."
An Qi looked at it and said in surprise, "You ordered everything I like to eat. It seems that our tastes are very similar."
"This is great. I can cook and cook in the future."
"Okay." An Qi added a bottle of Sprite, called the waiter, handed the menu to the waiter, and then told Feng Jiuci, "I'm going on winter vacation in two days, and I don't plan to work part-time during this year's winter vacation.
When I have free time, I will prepare to practice painting more at home. I cook and eat by myself. If you have free time, you can come to my house for dinner."
Feng Jiuci's eyes lit up, "I don't study well, so don't lie to me."
"I'd like to state in advance that this is only a daily meal."
"ok."
The waiter served the hot pot soup base.
Before the food was served, An Qi's phone rang. When she saw the caller ID, she immediately answered the call.
"Dad? I'm having dinner with my friends. Now? Which door are you at? I'll go there now...with Brother Jiu, he passes by the school, and I treat him to hot pot."
After chatting for a few words, the call was hung up.
Feng Jiuci asked An Qi, "Are you leaving?"
"Not leaving."
An Qi scratched her face and seemed a little puzzled, "My dad sent me something. He originally asked me to pick it up. Knowing that we were eating out, he said he would drive it to me."
"..."
Feng Jiuci narrowed his eyes.
He probably came here because he knew An Qi was having dinner with him.