When Jiang Jinghao came out of the kitchen with a large bowl of noodles, he saw Su Qiao who was wearing pink pajamas and wiping his short hair with a towel. He was immediately shocked.
"Qiao'er, why did you cut your hair?"
Su Qiao combed his semi-dry, neat short hair with his fingers. "Doesn't it look good?"
Although she did the cutting herself, her skills should still be pretty good, right?
"Good looking."
Jiang Jinghao smiled and added, "Hey, you look good no matter what."
"Bao'er, you haven't eaten my noodles for a long time, haven't you? Give it a try and see if it still tastes the same as before."
After working hard for half a night, Su Qiao was really hungry, so he didn't want to be polite and just sat down to eat.
Jiang Jinghao sat opposite her, holding her chin with both hands, watching her eat the noodles she made with satisfaction. "Is it delicious?"
Su Qiao didn't even raise his head. "Well, it's not bad."
His craftsmanship is indeed quite good.
As if thinking of something, Jiang Jinghao, who looked satisfied just now, hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously:
"Bao'er, you... do you dislike me for not going to college?"
Su Qiao glanced up at him, stuffed a fried egg into his mouth, and said vaguely Underground Passage: "If you want to go, you can go. If you don't want to go, don't go. I don't care about that."
Jiang Jinghao breathed a sigh of relief, then scratched his hair again. "Then... will you dislike me for not having a decent job?"
Su Qiao took a sip of noodle soup and put down the bowl with some satisfaction. "I don't even have a job now, do you think you will dislike me?"
Jiang Jinghao shook his head quickly. "Of course not."
Su Qiao rolled his eyes at him angrily. "Then why are you asking these boring questions?"
He also disturbed her eating noodles.
"I... I'm worried that you ran away with someone else."
There are so many outstanding men out there. They are either college students or master's students. They are all young talents, senior white-collar workers, or bosses.
He is a small wage earner who has never even gone to college, so there is no way he can compare with others.
After finishing a bowl of noodles and two fried eggs in one go, Su Qiao touched his round belly and collapsed on the sofa.
"Don't talk about those things that are available or not. Did you buy the stocks I asked you to buy?"
"Bought."
"I didn't quite understand it at first, but then I read a lot of information and asked a lot of people, and I roughly understood it."
Jiang Jinghao said as he went into the house and moved the computer out, "I will open the computer and show it to you now."
"No, it's too late today. I'll see you tomorrow."
Su Qiao asked him to buy stocks, but it was not for himself.
It's just to let him make more money, so he can open a restaurant or do whatever he wants in the future.
The last time he earned 5.2 million, he donated 500,000 to the Children's Foundation.
Of the remaining 4.7 million, he must give Su Qiao four million. Su Qiao had no choice but to compensate him from other places.
"Okay, let's rest tonight."
*
Early the next morning, Su Qiao asked Xiaosi to call the police anonymously, and also sent a blurry photo that looked like a murder scene.
Because human lives were involved, the police quickly arrived at the Wen Family.
"You..."
The old lady opened the door and was stunned when she saw four or five uniformed police officers.
The middle-aged police officer in charge took out his ID and took a look at her. "Is this Wen Congyuan's house?"
The old lady's mind suddenly became confused.
"Yes... yes, please... do you have anything to do with my son?"