Runaway daughter: Sir, want to hug

Chapter 183
Qin Qing quickly pulled her hand back, hid it in the folds of her dress, and smiled shyly, feeling embarrassed to look at Mrs. Fang.

It's quite strange, when Fang Junyi is alone, you push me, I hit you, hold hands, even hook shoulders and backs occasionally, without feeling anything.

She has always been forthright, and he is very easy-going, and his interests and temper are very congenial. We have only known each other for a few days, but we get along like a good friend, a good brother!

However, in front of her mother, Qin Qing felt uncomfortable again, as if she realized that she was a girl...

"But..." Fang Junyi cast a puzzled look at Qin Qing.

He understood what his mother meant.

The Fang family and the Cheng family are not only business partners, but also family friends. He and Cheng Jiayun can be called childhood sweethearts.

As he grew up, the meaning of the two parents became more and more obvious, that is——

Matching him and Cheng Jiayun...

Now, he can give up his hobbies and inherit the family business.

But it is absolutely impossible to like Cheng Jiayun!

Not to mention now, even from childhood to adulthood, I have never had the slightest feeling of "like"!

But on this occasion, he can't disobey his parents' will, and he can't keep the Fang family and Jiayun from coming to Taiwan...

"Okay." Fang Junyi made up his mind, and stretched out his hand to pull Qin Qing, "Will you sit with me too? We'll listen to... um, that song later?"

He winked slyly at her.

that song?
That's right, that's the reason why she "risked her life" to fight against her elder brother yesterday and came here!
"Good!" Qin Qing nodded repeatedly.

"Jun Yi!" Mrs. Fang's eyes became a little serious, but she gently embraced Qin Qing's shoulders, and said softly, "There is no room for the main table. How about it, Miss Qin will sit at the table with Ke Ke and the others? They are all ten Girls of a certain age also have common topics, so we will get to know each other soon! Is that okay?"

The "cocoa" in her mouth is the round-faced girl next to Cheng Jiayun, Xue Keke, whose father is a director of "Jiangshan Construction".

Fang Junyi frowned slightly, obviously not agreeing with his mother's suggestion.

But Mrs. Fang's "Are you okay?" was asking Qin Qing. Of course, she didn't want to share the same table with a strange girl, but how could such an amiable aunt across from her have the nerve to say no?
Forget it, anyway, what she is best at is getting acquainted and making friends!
So, Qin Qing nodded cheerfully, "Okay, thank you, Auntie!"

"Okay, so good!" Mrs. Fang smiled gratifiedly, and waved to Xue Keke, "Keke, why don't you come?"

"Come on, come on!" Senior Jun Yi's mother called, and of course Xue Keke rushed over.

"This is Jun Yi's new friend Qin Qing, I'll leave it to you. She will be at the same table with you little girls later, please take care of her?" Mrs. Fang pushed Qin Qing to her side.

"Okay, auntie!" Xue Keke agreed wholeheartedly, and took Qin Qing's hand graciously.

However, as soon as she touched her hands, she lowered her head strangely.

Because, the hand she was holding was very slender and soft, but the edge of the palm and the fingertips were a bit rough to the touch?

Her girlfriends and classmates are all young ladies, each with thin skin and tender flesh, and their small hands are white and slippery like cheese. How could this Qin Qing's hands be so thick?

Xue Keke is very smart, just think about it casually, and you will have the answer——

Understood!
This hand, it looks like it is often used to do rough work, just like the maid in her family!
So, this Qin Qing is not a rich lady, but a poor girl in gorgeous clothes, right?
Even this dress, maybe she borrowed it from somewhere, or else, she tricked senior Jun Yi into buying it for her!

Thinking of this, a sneer of contempt floated on Xue Keke's lips.

　This is still a reward from the blood の festival girl, and I met a big local tyrant girl. There was originally a chapter to be added, but today I can’t move, so I will make it up on Friday. . . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)