Who Can Fall In Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 465 Neighbors from the big city

New Year is coming in a blink of an eye, and every household in the community begins to make paste and paste couplets. The sound of firecrackers continues to sound in the community. After a burst of white smoke, the smell of sulfur dioxide gradually begins to fill the air.

 Many people in this community don’t understand chemistry and don’t even know how to write the molecular formula of sulfur dioxide, but for them, maybe this is the pure flavor of the New Year.

 At this time, the online New Year's Festival has come to an end, and the transaction volume of one branch in Shanghai alone has exceeded 50 million, which is a height that Lashou and Nuomi have never reached.

 Therefore, employees at each branch station and the headquarters received generous bonuses and went home happily for the New Year.

Jiang Qin specially conveyed his New Year greetings to everyone through the internal management system, and published a letter of vision titled Carrying on the Past and Opening Up the Future, hoping that everyone can be faster, higher and stronger next year.

“Jiang Qin, are you done with your work? Come out quickly and help your dad put up Spring Festival couplets!”

"knew!"

"Remember to change into that old coat. The new coat Nan Shu bought for you can only be worn in the first year of junior high school!"

“But I have more than one billion in my hand, and I have just looked forward to the future with nearly 2,000 employees. Don’t you know that rich bosses like the new and hate the old?”

Jiang Qin muttered, but still took out an old jacket he wore when he was in high school from the box, put it on, then opened the door and walked out.

At this time, Yuan Youqin was sitting in the living room, rolling out dumpling wrappers while watching TV, while Feng Nanshu was in charge of wrapping, and her small hands were very nimble.

Ever since there was a little rich woman in the family, Ms. Yuan has never complained about the trouble of making dumplings. Sometimes she even wants to return the dumplings to her satisfaction.

 And Feng Nanshu also loved making dumplings with her and couldn't stop at all.

The two of them cooperated very well and even had time to talk about the plots in some TV series. No one would believe them if they were not mother and daughter.

Jiang Qin stood at the door of the nanny's room, looking at the two girls. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, not knowing what he was enjoying.

At this moment, Jiang Zhenghong handed over a basin of paste: "Here, let's go and post the wedding greetings and the spring scenery in the garden first."

 “Where do we have a yard?”

“You have to stick it up even if you don’t have it. Go to the unit door and stick it up. They are all matching and each one is indispensable.”

Jiang Qin held the paste basin and found the little rich woman looking at him, so he showed a fierce expression.

Feng Nanshu hid her face and looked at Yuan Youqin: "Auntie, Jiang Qin is scaring me."

“Jiang Qin, you’re still holding on even before you’re full?” Yuan Youqin pretended to wave the rolling pin.

Jiang Qinxin said it was bad. This little succubus knew that my mother was targeting her, so she kept complaining more and more. Sister, you are bullying my younger brother in the family?

He pursed his lips, walked out with the paste basin, and then went downstairs to wait for his belated father. He walked downstairs while chatting with his uncle who lived upstairs about the international situation, and then began to post Spring couplets.

 “European and American debt crises have impacted the world.”

“Isn’t that true? I heard that the U.S. dollar exchange rate continues to fall, and the economy will not be able to recover for a while.”

“However, the counter-terrorism operation in Iraq is over…”

 “But the Israeli-Palestinian conflict continues.”

Jiang Qin listened to the two of them talking and couldn't help but sigh: "Dad, you have turned the whole garden upside down."

Jiang Zhenghong was stunned for a moment: "You brat, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I'm afraid that my interruption will cause international turmoil, causing the dollar to depreciate again, triggering the Palestinian-Israeli conflict and intensifying the war in Iraq."

　　　…”

While they were talking, two women suddenly walked in front of the unit door. The older one was about forty years old, a mature woman, wearing a fur, her face was painted white, and she had a string of pearl necklaces around her neck. Look. It looks very ladylike.

The other one is very young, about 20 years old, with three earrings in his right ear. He is wearing a sloping skirt and black stockings. He is very fashionable and has headphones hanging around his neck. He is a little hipster.

Jiang Zhenghong looked at the more mature woman and suddenly said, "Hey, Qiaoyun, are you coming back to celebrate the New Year this year?"

"Um."

The noble lady nodded calmly, showing a very cold temperament, a bit indifferent, and then stepped up the stairs.

When the third uncle saw them disappearing into the corridor, he couldn't help but show a puzzled expression: "Brother Hong, what Qiaoyun is this? Why didn't I know?"

“Ding Qiaoyun from the Fifth Master’s family married to Guangdong City when she was in her twenties. You were still young at that time, so I probably don’t remember her. I heard that she became a rich lady and hasn’t been back for a long time.”

“Divorced, I heard what Xiaopeng said, she was kicked out.”

The third uncle in a military coat walked over from the side and joined the conversation, and the topic naturally changed from the international situation to family affairs.

Jiang Qin stood there wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket for ten minutes. He found that they had just stood up and looked confused. He said to himself that men really have nothing to do with women when they gossip. I might as well go home and watch while I stand here. The little rich woman makes dumplings.

“Dad, I’m going back first. Stop chatting for a while and don’t cause international turmoil. We still have the job of mopping the floor waiting for you!”

The third uncle suddenly showed a surprised expression: "Brother Hong is still mopping the floor at home? You can't tell."

Jiang Zhenghong’s old face darkened: “Don’t listen to his nonsense, I never mop the floor at home.”

“Me too, women do all the work at home. The men have been working outside to make money for a year, so why can’t they have some leisure time during the New Year?”

Jiang Qin was very happy listening to the three gentlemen bragging, and then trotted all the way upstairs.

Their family lived on the fifth floor. When he was passing by the third floor, he saw the "lady" who had just entered the unit walking out of the house and taking out a pile of cardboard boxes and some old small electrical appliances.

Jiang Qin originally wanted to go around, but then he heard the "noble lady" suddenly speak.

“Child, do you want these cardboard boxes? You can sell them for money.”

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Jiang Qin glanced back, and then began to analyze the general character in his mind.

A woman with no emotional intelligence was kicked back to her hometown after a divorce. She started cleaning up her old house and planned to survive the Chinese New Year. But the house was full of garbage and she was too lazy to go downstairs. She felt that her hometown was full of poor people who liked to pick up paper. If Kezi is a treasure, he can definitely help her get rid of it.

Wow, this guy is so cool, he is like a living Bodhisattva.

Jiang Qin compared his hands, pointed to his ears, then waved his hands, put his hands in his pockets, and walked home.

 Mute? Ding Qiaoyun was a little speechless, thinking that the Chinese New Year was really unlucky, so he piled garbage on the corridor, turned around and went back to the house to start packing.

 At this time, Yuan Youqin had already started cooking dumplings, which was regarded as the first meal in the morning.

Feng Nanshu continued to make dumplings, and then watched Dragon TV's new year's program "The Xia Family's Three Daughters of Gold", showing a smart and studious look.

"What kind of TV show is this? Why are you so fascinated by it?" Jiang Qin reached out and dipped some noodles into her face, smearing it on her pretty face.

 Feng Nanshu wiped it twice with the back of his hand, then looked up at him: "The Xia family's three thousand gold tells the story of three pairs of good friends."

“Damn it, why are these two good friends still kissing?”

 “All good friends are like this.”

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Jiang Qin was dumbfounded for a long time, unable to find any words to refute, because his road had been completed and there was only a dead end in front of him.

At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang. It was the courier text message informing him that he was on holiday at 12 o'clock and that there were stranded packages that needed to be picked up.

Jiang Qin stood up, took the remote control and changed it to Journey to the West for the little rich woman, and then went downstairs with the car keys in his pocket.

The parcels that were mailed came from all over the country, including Shanghai, Shenzhen, Kyoto, and the second and third tier cities involved in the business area. They contained some local specialties and were sent by the sub-station to express their feelings.

Jiang Qin carried these things back to the community. As soon as he parked the car, he saw the lady named Qiaoyun coming down from the third floor, carrying a pile of paper boxes to throw away the garbage.

When she saw an Audi A6 driving into the community, the lady couldn't help but be a little surprised. Then she stared at it for a long time, as if she wanted to know whose car it was.

Jiang Qin didn't hesitate, pushed the door open and got out of the car, passed her without looking away, went upstairs with his hands in his hands, and ignored her.

Put the things in the car first, as they won’t get damaged even in the winter. After lunch, he planned to ask Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan to play a game of moving boxes.

At this time, the lady was standing in front of the trash can, watching Jiang Qin go upstairs, her head was a little foggy.

　　【Child, do you want these cardboard boxes? You can sell it for money. 】

She thought of what she had just said, and fell into silence. Then she coughed, feeling a little embarrassed. It turns out that she drives an Audi. How could such a person want those broken boxes of hers?

At noon, every household in Hongrong Homestead began to cook dumplings, stew mutton, and stew pork, and the whole neighborhood was filled with aroma.

At this time, there was a sudden noise between the third and fifth floors of Building 1, Unit 7.

“Mom, I’m not going, you have to go by yourself!”

“Cao Ran, don’t get angry with me. Did you see that kid just now? He came back in an Audi. It’s not easy to buy an Audi in Jeju!”

　　The girl in fashionable clothes showed a hint of boredom: "What does it have to do with me whether I can afford an Audi or not?"

Ding Qiaoyun reached out and took off the headphones from her neck: "That **** of your father has transferred all the marital property, and I don't have a job, how can I support you?"

 “There is no job to find.”

“Do you think it’s so easy to find a job? I don’t know how to do anything, and I don’t want to work in a factory. Let’s find an acquaintance with connections, and maybe we’ll get an opportunity.”

Cao Ran couldn't help but look away: "What the **** is this place? The people are all dead. Look at the down jacket that boy is wearing. The style is from three years ago, right?"

Ding Qiaoyun took a deep breath: "I know that our Ran'er is a young lady from a first-tier city and looks down on people from the village, but for the sake of future life, please don't be angry. Let's go over and sit down and get to know each other."

“Then give me five hundred yuan and I’ll go out to play in the afternoon.”

Ding Qiaoyun had no choice but to agree to him, and then took her to the door of Jiang Qin's house.

It was Jiang Qin who opened the door. After all, there were family seats there, but he really didn't expect that the woman standing at the door was the woman on the third floor.

 “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

 “You...you can talk?” Ding Qiaoyun was startled.

Jiang Qin was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "I like to pretend to be mute when I'm speechless."

Ding Qiaoyun smiled awkwardly, thinking that he had an Audi at home, so he had to give him those rotten cardboard boxes, and he looked like he was giving away, so he was speechless.

However, this also proves that this family does have some background. Although the young man in front of him may not be young, he doesn't speak childishly at all.

“Jiang Qin, who is here?”

"I do not know either."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhenghong came over and said, "Oh, Qiaoyun, how could you not know this? You have to call me aunt."

Ding Qiaoyun smiled slightly: "Brother Hong, I have been away from home for too long. I didn't recognize you when I was downstairs just now."

“It’s normal. The last time we met was several years ago. Come on, come on, sit at home. Is this your daughter?”

“Yes, my daughter’s name is Cao Ran.”

Ding Qiaoyun looked back at his daughter and knew that she had been raised rich since she was a child. The princess had a bad temper and looked down on people from small places, so he could only hope that she would be safe and sound.

 But Cao Ranzhen did not disappoint her. He followed her into the house without even shouting, and looked around their small house, vividly explaining what prejudice and arrogance are.

"This child has never been back since she was a child. She is used to living in big cities. At that time, our family made a fortune doing business in Guangdong City. She didn't understand any manners in pampering her, and she had the disease of a princess."

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While they were talking, Feng Nanshu came out with a tea cup and glanced at them, with full aloofness flashing on his beautiful face.

Seeing her, Ding Qiaoyun was suddenly startled, then looked back, a little confused.

what happened? My Cao Ran is a girl from a big city and has lived a good life since she was a child. Why does my daughter look more like she comes from the village in front of this girl?

Cao Ran was also stunned at this time. Looking at the girl in front of her who was about the same age as herself, she felt a strong sense of oppression, especially her temperament, which made her a little unable to hold her head up. She still had the confidence she had just now.

 “Little rich woman, do you have princess disease?”

 “I have a good friend, Nao.”

“There are no pretty ones, but the ones with average looks are like princesses. It’s strange...”

Jiang Qin pretended to talk to himself, which made Ding Qiaoyun feel embarrassed, and Cao Ran's face instantly became embarrassed.

At the same time, Yuan Youqin walked out of the kitchen, first glanced at Ding Qiaoyun, and then at Jiang Zhenghong, with a confused expression.

 “Who?”

 “Qiaoyun, the eldest son of the fifth master’s family, just came back today.”

Yuan Youqin said oh, pretending to know each other, and then invited Ding Qiaoyun and her daughter to the living room to chat for a while.

 The basic routine is to recall the past, build feelings, talk about changes, and finally start to inquire about the background.

When Ding Qiaoyun heard that Jiang Zhenghong was just a clerk in the Health Bureau, and Yuan Youqin worked in a guest house, which was not even a formal establishment, her face immediately changed, her tone of voice became lighter, and her expression was not as familiar as before. Internet.

She wanted to find a job in Jeju that was close to home, had plenty of money, and didn't require too much hard work, but the family obviously couldn't help her.

Thinking about it again, Audi is actually not that expensive, and second-hand ones are even cheaper.

Yuan Youqin also saw that this was not a serious person at all, so he kept drinking tea silently and said nothing more.

At this time, Jiang Qin was standing in the kitchen. He secretly made a dumpling and fed it to Feng Nanshu. He made another dumpling for himself, then put on his coat and planned to take the little rich woman out.

“Mom, let’s go to the little rich woman’s place to post couplets.”

 “Go, go and come back quickly, don’t delay eating!”

"knew."

Ding Qiaoyun also stood up at this time and tugged on his fur a little: "Ran Ran, let's go too. We don't have food at home yet. We have to go out and buy some. Don't wait for the supermarket to close."

Cao Ran snorted arrogantly, stood up and followed Ding Qiaoyun out of Jiang Qin's house.

Girls all like to compare, especially the comparison of appearance, which can be called a war without smoke, so Cao Ran always felt like he was not confident when he saw Feng Nanshu, so much so that he didn't want to stay for a second.

But this didn't make her feel ashamed. She felt that the girl was from a small city after all. No matter how beautiful she was, what was the use? She definitely hadn't seen as much of the world as a girl from a big city like herself.

The mother and daughter regained their dignity and went downstairs with their heads held high. They planned to go to the supermarket to buy some dumpling fillings and wrappers to celebrate the New Year.

As soon as they went out, they met Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu who had gone downstairs first.

　　Two people were standing at the intersection holding hands, chatting about friends or something. One had a serious expression, and the other was a little silly.

Ding Qiaoyun and Cao Ran didn't pay much attention at first, and turned around to leave, but before their eyes could move away, they were suddenly attracted by a bright golden color.

At this time, a Rolls-Royce drove up on the road and stopped slowly in front of them. The couple was stunned for a moment, and saw a driver with white gloves getting out of the car, reaching out and opening the rear door. car door.

“Miss, Master Jiang, please get in the car.”

“Uncle Gong, I told you, I can just drive there by myself, it’s not far.”

“No, young master, I am the eldest lady’s full-time driver, but I haven’t even traveled ten kilometers this year. I wake up from a villa of several hundred square meters every day, and I feel uneasy even when I read the novel about my son-in-law.”

“Uncle Gong, you are so honest. I would feel unreliable if I don’t pick up money on the street every day.”

　　　…”

Ding Qiaoyun and Cao Ran were not far away, so they could hear their conversation clearly.

Miss, Master Jiang, a full-time driver, a villa of several hundred square meters... The appearance of each word made their bodies stiffen a little, and finally their heads started to buzz.

Soon, Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu got into the car and drove slowly along the street.

At this time, their license plate number was also revealed. It said Shanghai, then 6 and 8.

　　【What's the use of being pretty for a girl from a small city? She definitely hasn't seen as much of the world as she does. 】

 The fashionable girl from the big city remembered the words she had just used to comfort herself, and suddenly felt frustrated. Then she put on her headphones and turned around to leave. Regardless of her mother shouting behind her, she just found a direction and left.

 (5,000 words, please give me a monthly pass, I’ll go take a nap first)

 (End of this chapter)