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Although Qiu Qiao is cute, she is very independent and has already made plans for the future.
With Jiang Nuan's gag, Qiu Qiao no longer asked Qing Wan if she had a boyfriend.
After waiting for another twenty minutes and making several phone calls, Zhang Qin arrived late.
Zhang Qin and Qiu Qiao have not seen each other for more than two years, and both Zhang Qin and Qiu Qiao have changed a little. Perhaps because they have been unhappy recently, Zhang Qin looks a little depressed.
A few people went shopping, chatting and laughing together, as if they were back in the good old days of college.
During the meal, several people were chatting and the topic of Zhang Qin and her boyfriend came up.
"You are still young. You can consider marriage in a few years. Many girls now get married in their thirties."
Zhang Qin smiled, "I told him too, but he insisted on getting married early."
"What's the point of wanting to get married early but not buying a house in Kyoto? Isn't it because I want you to have a baby quickly?" Jiang Nuan said.
Zhang Qin nodded, "He is the child born after his parents lost their only child, so he is eager to have a child, and he also said that they will take care of the child, so I don't have to worry."
"How can that be possible? You haven't established a foothold in the company yet. If you give birth to a baby so soon, you won't be able to keep up with anything after you come back." Qiu Qiao disagreed.
Jiang Nuan also followed her advice. Zhang Qin's boyfriend was very good to her and they had been in a good relationship for the past few years. However, her boyfriend's parents were urging her and they were unwilling to buy a house in Kyoto, which led to the recent quarrel between the two.
Qing Wan remained silent on the side, only listening quietly.
"Forget it, Qingwan, what are your plans when you come back? Where do you plan to work?" Qiu Qiao turned to look at Qingwan.
"We don't have this idea yet. Let's talk about it after a while." Qing Wan said.
"I plan to go to graduate school first, and then formally look for a job after finishing my studies. The company I am currently in is just an intern, to gain experience." Qiu Qiao said about her future plans.
They chatted for a long time, and when they got excited, they drank some wine, but not too much, and they were still sober when they came out.
It was already dark, the neon lights were on, and the cool night wind blew away the slight drunkenness of the evening.
There was a man walking towards her. Qing Wan felt familiar, so she took a second look.
The man stood in front of Qingwan and said, "Miss Third."
"Zhao Feng?"
Zhao Feng nodded, "It's me."
The two of them talked for a few more words, and Zhao Feng left on the pretext that he had something to do.
Jiang Nuan glanced at Zhao Feng's back, "This man was quite handsome just now."
She didn¡¯t think too much, but continued chatting with her friends about irrelevant things.
Zhang Qin¡¯s boyfriend came to pick her up specially, and the smile on Zhang Qin¡¯s face became much more real.
Zhang Qin is quite handsome, but his boyfriend can only be considered ordinary in appearance.
Her boyfriend had met Qingwan before, so when he saw Qingwan again, he couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
¡°After all, it¡¯s normal to look at such a dazzling beauty a few times.
"I heard from Zhang Qin that you have a suite near the school. The rooms there are quite expensive, right?" Zhang Qin's boyfriend asked.
Qing Wan nodded, "It should be more expensive than other areas. I don't know."
¡°I¡¯ve been discussing buying a house recently, and I heard that housing prices over there have now risen to this price.¡± Zhang Qin¡¯s boyfriend made a gesture.
Qingwan just laughed.
"Are you living in the apartment near the school now?" Zhang Qin's boyfriend asked again.
Qingwan shook her head, "I don't live there now."
Zhang Qin¡¯s boyfriend¡¯s eyes brightened even more. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com