Senior sister, I really don’t have any improper thoughts about you!

"A big restaurant, or a restaurant like KFC or Shi Ning Ji will do..."

...

"Ugh...Ridiculous!"

Miss Jiang took out a pair of disposable chopsticks from the box next to her.

Remove the packaging and break it apart.

Knocking on the table.

"I went to the guest house and got off the small stool on the street."

“As long as it tastes good, it doesn’t matter where it is.”

Hear this.

The two people on the other side have not responded yet.

The lady boss who was making fried rice said happily:

"okay."

"Beauty, for what you said."

"I'll fry you an egg later."

...

"You're welcome, boss lady!"

Miss Jiang gave a thumbs up, smiled foolishly, and turned her gaze to Hu Gugu.

Smiling, she said:

"By the way, Lao Hu, life in the third year of high school is very busy, right?"

Hear the words.

Hu Gugu sighed deeply.

"Don't mention it."

"I haven't touched a computer in almost a month."

...

"So miserable?"

Miss Jiang knows Hu Gugu.

Those who know this guy are veteran Internet addicts.

The kind that makes me feel uncomfortable if I don’t play games for three days.

As a result, I have been forced not to touch the computer for a month.

Tsk tsk.

This is senior year of high school.

At this time.

Fried rice was served.

Steaming hot triple sausage fried rice.

One of them also had a poached egg on top.

See this.

Miss Jiang twitched her nose.

My appetite immediately opened up.

He picked up his chopsticks without hesitation.

Then we ate and chatted about some irrelevant things.

Wait until you finish eating.

Miss Jiang also had a preliminary understanding of the situation of the man and woman in front of her.

For now.

More than classmates, friendship is acceptable.

As for lovers.

Still a lot worse.

At most, it's just a little bit of good impression.

See this.

After eating and drinking her fill, Miss Jiang patted Hu Gugu's shoulder before leaving.

In a voice that only the other party could hear, they whispered:

"The girl is nice."

"Try harder."

"Try to settle down after you graduate from high school."

"Otherwise, you won't be able to find such a pure girl when you go to college."

Done.

He didn't care about Hu's red face.

Let out a series of silver bell-like laughter.

run away.

------

night.

The moonlight lingers.

Miss Jiang and Qi Wen avoided the peak period of evening self-study.

When most people have left.

They held hands and walked slowly under the moonlight.

"Jiang Jiang, what should I do..."

"I got a lot of mistakes in biology on my last test..."

"Some things were right, but the result was wrong..."

...

"It's alright, creature, right?"

"After lights out at night, come to my bed and I'll help you with biology."

...

"After lights out?"

"Bed?"

Qi Wen didn't understand the meaning of Miss Jiang's words at first.

But when she saw Jiang's half-smile.

Her little face instantly became hot.

"You're going to die!"

Then he grabbed Miss Jiang's waist and

Someone was screaming in pain.

A good while.

Jiang Ning rubbed his waist and said with a little resentment:

"Wenwen."

"Let's discuss it."

"Can we please not pinch each other next time?"

"Look, it's all purple..."

what?

Is it that serious?

Hear this.

Qi Wen was stunned and murmured subconsciously:

"But, but I didn't use any strength..."

As he spoke, he tilted his head and cast a concerned look at Miss Jiang's waist.

The result is the next second.

When Qi Wen was completely unprepared.

A hand suddenly stopped on the pair of pigeons.

then…

Jiang's Battle Royale is staged again...

……

at the same time.

South Hills Fontaine Manor.

Ye Wenzhong, dressed in pajamas, sat by the fireplace in the living room.

With a cigarette between his lips, he looked at the documents in his hand with a frown.

"The rise of our little ally is quite interesting."

"Set up a stall, open a shop, start a company, make electric cars, and run a branch store."

"I heard that the group is now being merged, right?"

Speaking of which.

Ye Wenzhong paused and looked back at the middle-aged man standing behind him.

"Shi San, how long did our Sanmu take for this step?"

"Twenty years, eh?"

Hear this.

The middle-aged man behind him nodded.

"Sir, it's 19 years and 4 months."

Hear the words.

Ye Wenzhong sighed deeply.

"Old..."

“It’s the young people’s world now.”

...

"The master is only 47, still in the prime of life."

“Among all the entrepreneurs in Jiangzhou, I am considered young.”

"And the master started from scratch..."

...