MTL - Who Can Fall In Love After Being Reborn?-Chapter 17 Little rich woman in swimsuit

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Chapter 17 The little rich woman in swimsuit

On a sunny, warm and breezy afternoon in early July, the Housing Collection Department of the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau called Jiang Qin, agreed to his compensation terms, and invited him to sign the contract immediately to set an example for other property owners. .

Why?

 Because there are so many greedy people, they even start to form a group, and the asking price is higher than the last one.

The demolition team worked hard for three days, but they couldn't negotiate with anyone, because everyone felt that the longer they delayed, the more they would get, and whoever signed first would definitely suffer a big loss.

 In comparison, the fixed price offered by Jiang Qin seemed very real.

The Collection Department held a meeting and studied it, and felt that since the owners were grouping together to ask for prices, it would be better to break them up from within. To put it simply, as long as someone signs a contract, there will definitely be people who can't help but follow.

As a result, Jiang Qin became a breakthrough point to encourage everyone to sign the contract as soon as possible.

After signing the contract, Jiang Qin received a total compensation of 4.79 million and four resettlement houses, two in Yushui Bay in the new city and two in Jingyuan opposite Confucius Lake.

From the perspective of 2008, these two communities are not really in a good location because the new urban area has just been built and the supporting facilities nearby are not yet complete. To put it simply, they are desolate.

But in 10 years, a high-speed rail station was built opposite Yushui Bay, and Xin No. 1 Middle School moved to the south of Confucius Lake. The city government also moved north as a whole, and housing prices really changed day by day.

However, Jiang Qin didn’t dare to tell his parents about buying a house and demolishing it because he couldn’t explain it.

Since my parents have no worries about food and drink now, and they are not sick or in trouble, it doesn’t matter if we talk about it later, so we can hide it for now.

 On July 13, in order to attract residents to sign contracts, the demolition office sent the compensation money to Jiang Qin within three working days.

 On July 15, Jiang Qin successfully filled out his application form and applied for the finance major at Linchuan University.

On July 16, Jiang Qin went to the bank and transferred 2.73 million to make up the money he borrowed from Feng Nanshu. In order to express his gratitude, Jiang Qin took her to a hot spring town in the eastern suburbs for a day.

The hot and independent hot spring pool is built on the top of the cliff, facing the towering mountains. The view is breathtaking.

Wearing a swimsuit, Feng Nanshu soaked in the hot hot springs, her pretty face flushed red by the steam, holding happy water in one hand and sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the other. She kept looking at the mountains opposite. She was so happy.

 The swimsuit she was wearing was bought for her by Jiang Qin. It was not a **** bikini, but a white two-piece with suspenders on top and a skirt on the bottom.

Jiang Qin thought this swimsuit was already very conservative when he bought it, but he still underestimated the allure of Feng Nanshu's figure.

The slender legs are as white as snow, the slender waist is firm and manageable, and the white and delicate lower abdomen has an obvious vest line.

The naturally stupid girl didn't have much defense against Jiang Qin. She stretched her perfect body curve in an extremely comfortable posture. She didn't know how attractive this combination of purity and sexiness was, nor did she know that the guy opposite had moved. Eyes closed.

 “A big bird just flew over.”

 “Well, it’s big and white.”

Feng Nanshu turned his head slowly, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "But the bird that just flew over was black."

Jiang Qin wiped the sweat on his face with a towel: "You know, you can't just look at things by their appearance. Sometimes you have to see through the appearance to see the white inside."

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Feng Nanshu lowered his head and glanced at his chest: "Are you looking at my chest?"

Jiang Qin didn't panic at all after being exposed: "You think too much, I'm a **** decent gentleman!"

“Then can you stop rubbing my feet? It hurts a little from being rubbed by you.”

"That's because the area of ​​​​the soup pool is too small. I'm afraid that if you move too much, you will kick me."

Jiang Qin was full of honest-to-goodness reasons, but he still calmly let go of Feng Nanshu's pink and white feet, pretending to look at the distant mountains and beautiful scenery as if nothing had happened.

                                        

Feng Nanshu stood up from the soup pool, lay on the edge of the pool and raised his butt, reaching for the bag of salt and pepper crispy rice in front of him, but he couldn't reach it. Jiang Qin was sitting very close to her. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he could even feel the heat of Feng Nanshu's skin. Who could withstand this?

 “I’m done, let’s take a shower first.”

Jiang Qin climbed out of the soup pool, handed the rice dumpling to her, and then got into the shower room.

The cold water slid down his back, making him feel that his thirty-eight-year-old soul was trembling, but he couldn't help but despise himself. You, a thirty-eight-year-old uncle, covet the body of an eighteen-year-old natural girl. , are you polite?

  Men are really very dedicated and always like young girls.

Hearing the sound of running water in the shower room, Feng Nanshu looked down at his chest, his nose wrinkled slightly, then he tore open the packaging bag and took a piece of rice cake into his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound.

 Hmph, this person really likes to look at breasts, and also likes to play with feet.

After taking a shower, the two of them left the hot spring hotel and took a sightseeing bus to the commercial street of the town, intending to find something to eat.

As a result, when he asked the price, a roast chicken sold for 58, Jiang Qin suspected that he had heard wrongly.

 This is 2008, and a roast chicken costs 58 yuan. If I had known better, I would have bought half-priced chickens from the zoo, roasted them here, and sold them. In terms of making money, your scenic spots are still tough.

but…

Feng Nanshu's mouth watered when he looked at the roast chicken in the oven.

Jiang Qin couldn't help but feel happy. This was the first time he saw someone craving for roast chicken, so he had to take out his wallet and buy a roast chicken for fifty-eight dollars.

 He earned more than 1.7 million yuan because of Feng Nanshu. Even if his financial backer, a rich woman, wanted to eat the moon, he would have to pick it. This is called repaying gratitude.

But is Feng Nanshu really the daughter of a wealthy family? Why do I want to eat everything I see? I'm so greedy that I can't even walk.

 “Have you never eaten roast chicken?”

Feng Nanshu wiped her saliva, her eyes still cold: "My mother said that real ladies will not be influenced by appetite, so they will not have weaknesses."

Jiang Qin sighed, thinking to himself, you are almost dying of desire, okay? What kind of wolf culture is this: "Eat, eat more, and don't waste it."

“Jiang Qin, thank you for buying me roast chicken. You are my best friend.”

“Miss, you are my only friend, and I am the best.”

After thinking for a long time, Feng Nanshu felt that what he said made sense, so he changed his statement: "Then I think you are a good person."

Jiang Qin was a little defensive after hearing this: "If you want to praise me, just praise me for being handsome. Don't mess with those good guys who are vain."

"oh."

"By the way, I may be busy in the next few days. I'm learning to drive and trying out a small business at the same time. I probably won't have time to leave you. Do you have somewhere to go?"

“I can read in the library.” Feng Nanshu answered simply.

 “Don’t you feel lonely?”

 “I’m not lonely, I was like this before, alone.”

Feng Nanshu raised his head and looked at him, his eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he didn't know what loneliness was.

 Just as it was in the past, it will be fine in the future. There shouldn't be much difference in her life just because of a person's presence or absence.

                                                                    

  

  

 (End of this chapter)