In the restaurant, the struggle continues.
Nie Feng picked up a piece of treasure fish. Just as he was about to pick it up, Gu Moli’s chopsticks came over and pressed them down with one chopstick.
Nie Feng’s chopsticks were pressed down and he was quite dissatisfied. The two of them secretly competed. As a result, the fragrant braised pork fish was knocked over on the table.
Jiang Qinqin and Ou Fan looked at each other and finally left.
When the two of them walked to the entrance of the stairs, Jiang Qinqin said, “Oufan, I’ll go and read the poem.”
“Okay, go.” Oufan was stunned. This seemed to be the first time that Jiang Qinqin had spoken to him actively since he and Jiang Qinqin got their marriage certificate.
Jiang Qinqin nodded and went up the stairs. When she pushed open the door, Qiao Shiyu was pacing back and forth in the bedroom. She was obviously shocked when she heard the sound of the door opening.
“Shiyu, what are you doing?”
“No, what are you doing, haha”
“You still say you can escape my golden eyes”
“Okay, I admit that I’m very anxious.” Qiao Shiyu sat beside the bed, and Jiang Qinqin sat over with a sigh.
“Shiyu, what is your relationship with Nie Feng?”
“It’s nothing. When I first arrived in Bali, he had nothing like a beggar. I took him in.” Qiao Shiyu said seriously, and she knew that she could not escape Jiang Qinqin’s eyes.
No, it should be said that the scene in the restaurant just now was something that everyone should not escape.
“You took him in with the beggar.” Oh Maiga, Jiang Qinqin could only hold Qiao Shiyu’s words.
If Nie Feng is a beggar, then all the people here are worse than beggars.
“Yes, I don’t want to do it either, but he said he could be a servant as a condition for me to take him in.”
Jiang Qinqin almost spit out blood. Writer Nie finished being a servant for someone, and the world was about to be a servant.