Jiang Yuqing put on beautiful makeup and went to visit her best friend.
"Yuqing, why are you so crazy today?" Jiang Tingting took out the stroller from the trunk of the car. Early in the morning, Jiang Yuqing came to her door and told her that she wanted to buy a car for her son Lin Youjia.
I bet she took it seriously last night.
She still knows the virtues of her best friend. By writing online novels, she already had a savings of more than 10 million before she was thirty.
But Jiang Tingting's family is not that short of money. Her husband Lin Feian is a professor at the university. She usually updates the life of her family of three on the Douyin platform. The income from short videos and selling goods is just enough to subsidize the family.
It was quite a comfortable life.
"Buy a car for my eldest nephew!" Jiang Yuqing knelt down and pinched the baby's fair and tender face, and smiled at him: "Little Youjia, can I take you to buy a car?"
Jiang Tingting on the side was holding a selfie stick to film the interaction between the two.
When the two-year-old boy heard that Sister Jiang wanted to take him to play again, he replied in a straight line: "Sister Jiang, are you buying that kind of four-wheeled car?"
"Little Youjia is awesome. It's the kind of car that drives on the road." Jiang Yuqing raised her head and smiled: "Tingting, look, Youjia agreed."
"Pfft, hurry up and give birth to one, don't come and harm my family, Yu Jia." Jiang Tingting laughed and cursed.
…
After looking at the car.
Jiang Yuqing shamelessly visited Jiang Tingting's home again.
"The child is so cute." Jiang Yuqing hugged her eldest nephew Lin Youjia and looked at Jiang Tingting who was busy, feeling quite emotional.
Jiang Tingting rolled her eyes and sat aside with a brewed milk bottle: "Cute? I'm almost annoyed by him. He's two years old and he still wants to breastfeed."
"Tch, you're impatient!" Jiang Yuqing pinched little Youjia's face. Her family liked to pinch his face every time they came to see him.
The baby's face is white, tender and smooth, and it won't resist when pinched.
"You will know after you give birth to one." Jiang Tingting gave her a roll of her eyes, looking like she was too lazy to explain.
Jiang Yuqing smiled coquettishly: "Tingting, what do you think of brother Su Yuan?"
Jiang Tingting took the baby from her arms and put the bottle in his mouth: "I haven't seen anyone else, who knows."
Jiang Yuqing grasped the key point and continued: "Then I will take you to see it next time?"
"Look at you, you are not saying that he is not greedy for your money or your sex. Just keep looking at him everywhere!"
"I'm a very old man, and I've never even been in love. If you tell me about it, you'll laugh to death."
When Jiang Yuqing heard this, she became anxious and found a way out for herself: "Huh, that's because I'm conceited."
Jiang Tingting smiled disdainfully and retorted: "Ah! Yes, yes..."
Jiang Yuqing, who was asking for trouble, sat there sulking, feeling very uncomfortable and wanting to reach out.
"Snapped!"
"You have many skills. I want to know how to give birth to your brother Su Yuan."
After a while, little Youjia was full, neither crying nor fussing, and fell asleep in Jiang Tingting's arms.
Jiang Tingting had long been accustomed to this, but Jiang Yuqing's eyes widened as if she had opened the door to a new world.
Jiang Tingting made a shushing gesture to her best friend and carefully placed little Youjia on the crib.
"Wow!"
As soon as she let go, little Youjia started crying.
Jiang Tingting had no choice but to continue feeding. After several attempts, little Youjia stopped making trouble.
Although Jiang Yuqing couldn't understand, she was shocked.
Jiang Yuqing nodded in sympathy and glanced at Jiang Tingting's chest with an envious look.
"Tingting, why do you feel that you have grown up after getting married?"
"It's just an illusion." Jiang Tingting crossed her legs and asked, "What do you think?"
"Speaking in human language, I don't understand what you are talking about." Jiang Yuqing was immediately discouraged, and when it came to her, she became intimidated.
Jiang Tingting said: "You are already thirty if you keep pretending to be dead. You must know that for us women, turning thirty is a red line."
Seeing that she didn't speak, he said sourly: "But with your face and worth, I'm not afraid that you won't be able to get married."
Jiang Yuqing slumped on the sofa helplessly: "Then someone has to pick my spinster flower!"
After hearing this, Jiang Tingting was shocked.
"Are you still a virgin?"
Jiang Yuqing suddenly became angry and scolded with a smile: "What happened to the virgin? Did she eat your rice?"
"Huh, I thought..." Jiang Tingting spoke without restraint, picked up a washed strawberry and threw it into her mouth.
"That's nonsense. That's why you used that thing." Jiang Yuqing suddenly trembled and sat up straight, blushing to the base of her neck.
Jiang Tingting looked at her with contempt and said arrogantly: "I have a husband, I don't need one. You don't even have a husband."
Jiang Yuqing broke her guard and spat: "Bah! Tingting, you are becoming more and more rogue."
Jiang Tingting shrugged and didn't take it to heart: "What else can a woman talk about besides this?"
"You write a book and you don't just drive a car."
Jiang Yuqing angrily ate two strawberries before her mood improved. She collapsed on the sofa again, her voice a little weaker: "That's not what you taught me to write like that."
"Tsk, that happened so many years ago. A filthy girl is a filthy girl, and she still refuses to admit it."
"Forget it if one book is like that, all books are like that, tell me if you are a filthy girl."
"If your brother Su Yuan finds out, tsk tsk..."
Jiang Tingting held her stomach and smiled brightly, as if she was worried that the world would not be in chaos.
"Humph." Jiang Yuqing hummed without refuting.
Just being teased by Jiang Tingting made me very curious about the unknown world: "Tingting wants to ask you something."
"What's wrong?" Jiang Tingting saw that her face returned to normal and she became more serious.
Jiang Yuqing looked around as if she was a thief with a guilty conscience, and whispered: "You said men..."
"Why are you asking this? You don't have a husband!" Jiang Tingting gave her a suspicious look.
"Can't I prepare for a rainy day?" Jiang Yuqing retorted shyly.
"Okay, okay, our old maid..."
"Speak quickly and stop talking nonsense."
Jiang Yuqing: “(?_?)”
Jiang Tingting was annoyed by her questioning and waved her hand: "This is a mathematical problem. You can figure it out yourself."
Jiang Yuqing rolled her eyes, but didn't say much. She had almost finished asking, but she was still thinking about going to Su Yuan's residence at night.
"Let's go, you can pick up the car when the time comes!"
"Close the door."
After returning home, Jiang Yuqing sent a Wei message to Su Yuan.
I opened the Writer Assistant platform again and looked at the data.
After posting the manuscript two days ago, she paid little attention to the data.
Every time I open my eyes or close them, I see the image of Su Yuan.
In fact, she could have stopped writing a long time ago. These few books are enough for her to rest on her laurels.
I also have a lot of savings and more than just this one house.
Five years ago, in 2012, when housing prices in Guangzhou were about to take off, Jiang Yuqing bought five houses with full payment.
At that time, I was constantly being nagged by my parents.
He said she was ignorant and spent money indiscriminately, and all the money was wasted.
Who would have known that in the past two years, the country has issued a series of policies, and housing prices in Guangzhou have soared like a rocket.
The old couple just kept silent about the house.
During the holidays, relatives all said that Jiang Yuqing had good taste.
That is to say.
Jiang Yuqing is doing nothing now.
There is no need to worry about money in this life.
