After lunch, the group decided to go see the Eiffel Tower.
Upon arriving at her destination, Jiang Nan took photos like crazy.
Hearing the clicking sound, Su Fei immediately handed him the camera hanging around her neck, " Nannan, quickly take a beautiful picture for your sister."
Jiang Nan was quick to respond, immediately handing over her phone. "Here!"
Su Fei moved like a butterfly, changing poses eight hundred times. Photographer Jiang was very competent, providing just the right amount of emotional value.
"That pose is absolutely gorgeous."
Wow, that look in his eyes...
The host, Liang Su, leaned closer and said sarcastically, "Can taking so many photos put food on the table?"
Jiang Nan was stunned.
He met this very famous host today, and he was very tactful in his words and actions; his emotional intelligence and IQ are indeed very high.
He seems to be having an episode of illness now.
Su Fei's face immediately fell.
"If you can't speak properly, then shut up."
Liang Su raised an eyebrow, snorted coldly, and said nothing more.
Jiang Nan could only smooth things over, "It's okay, take more photos while you're young, so you can still find love online when you're old."
Su Fei: "..."
Liang Su: "..."
Su Fei's cold expression faltered, and she burst into laughter.
The previously frigid atmosphere instantly returned to normal.
Jiang Nan took the opportunity to post a message on her WeChat Moments.
Can I use medical insurance to cover heartbreak?
Below is a photo of him.
The photos Su Fei just took of him in return.
Behind him was a blurred background. He was wearing a white hoodie and jeans, and a cool-toned filter made his lips appear even redder and his teeth even whiter. His brown eyes seemed to be filled with tears, giving him a deeply affectionate look.
On her way back to the hotel, Jiang Nan checked the comments on her WeChat Moments.
Shen Xingli: [Look closely, the man in front of you is called Xiao Shuai, and he's posting a new selfie.]
Jiang Nan replied to him: [You're pretty normal, if we don't consider intelligence.]
Shangguan Feng: [A single glance back, a smile, and all the beauties of the six palaces pale in comparison.]
Jiang Nan replied to him: [Bro, stop trying to look sophisticated. It's so embarrassing, it's making me dig a whole villa out of my toes.]
Song Zhusheng: [ Nannan is so handsome!]
Jiang Nan replied to him: [Thank you, my darling, you look super beautiful too.]
Fu Xingli: [Images are for reference only; the actual product will vary.]
Jiang Nan replied: [Get lost!]
The last comment was from Fu Jingzhou.
Hmm: [What's wrong?]
Jiang Nan stared at those four simple words, and her high blood pressure almost flared up.
He gave a slight smirk, choosing not to reply.
Before going to sleep that night, Fu Jingzhou called.
Jiang Nan sat cross-legged on the bed, while 771 sat beside her looking at the book it had bought, "The Complete Collection of Cold Jokes That Will Make You the Center of Attention."
Ever since Jiang Nan hit it last night, this guy hasn't said a word and refuses to communicate.
Jiang Nan stared at his phone, and only pressed the answer button when the phone rang for the last time.
He maintained his aloof demeanor, coldly asking, "What is it?"
Fu Jingzhou's breathing was very light, and his voice was very gentle on this night, "What are you sad about?"
Jiang Nan could feel her hair standing on end; she was furious.
How could I not know what he's sad about?!
Jiang Nan casually made up a story. "I'm sad. Why am I so poor? Why am I over twenty years old and still don't have a car or a house?"
Fu Jingzhou waited quietly for a while, then asked, "Is there anything else?"
"It's gone!" Jiang Nan said irritably, "I'm hanging up!"
Before Fu Jingzhou could speak, he hung up the phone and threw it onto the bed.
But his aim was off; Jiang Nan's expensive Fruit Fifteen ProMax landed squarely on 771's rear.
The Little Black Ball got angry and angrily threw its beloved little book on the ground, ["I've put up with you for too long!"]
Jiang Nan felt a little guilty, licked her lips, and quietly looked at it.
771, arms crossed and threatening, declared, "[My two previous hosts never dared to hit me, but you, you hit me all the time!!!!!]"
Do you know what this is called?!
This is domestic violence!!!!
771 felt that his resentment was enough to resurrect more than a hundred Evil Sword Immortal.
Jiang Nan paused for a moment, then whispered, "I really didn't mean to this!"
771, hands on hips: [You finally admit it, you were hitting me on purpose all this time.]
Jiang Nan tried to coax it gently, but the black ball 771 only became more aggrieved and arrogant the more she coaxed it.
Jiang Nan quickly took the medicine.
My phone suddenly vibrated.
He picked it up and glanced at it; it was a message from Fu Jingzhou.
Jiang Nan blinked and clicked on it.
Hmm: [Let's choose one.]
Five photos followed.
Every photo features a sports car: a Ferrari, Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini, Maserati, Porsche...
A strange thought popped into Jiang Nan's mind.
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [Why?]
Fu Jingzhou's reply was very brief.
Hmm: [I'll buy you a car and a house.]
Jiang Nan gasped, feeling as if her heart was about to burst out of her chest.
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [Really?]
Hmm: [Really.]
Jiang Nan stared wide-eyed, looking troubled for almost half an hour.
In the end, I chose a black Lamborghini.
After making his selection, Fu Jingzhou sent another question.
Hmm: [Which do you prefer, a three-story villa or a spacious apartment with a 270-degree panoramic river view?]
Jiang Nan's smile was even harder to suppress than AK's. 771, sitting next to him, caught a glimpse of his smile and wondered what he was talking about, but since the two of them hadn't made up, he could only sit there, which made him even angrier.
Even pufferfish aren't as round as this.
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [A large apartment, I've lived in a villa before.]
After typing that sentence, Jiang Nan still felt a little incredulous.
It's unbelievable that just a few months ago he was worrying about his monthly rent, and now he can say such arrogant things.
Okay.
Half a minute later, he asked again, "Are you still sad?"
Jiang Nan, holding her phone, honestly replied: [I'm not sad anymore.]
Jiang Nan sighed and muttered to herself, "Wouldn't it be too much of a spoiling move for me to forgive Noble Consort so easily?"
"Never mind," Jiang Nan shook her head. "He gave too much."
After Jiang Nan finished speaking, she started laughing again, her eyes curving into small bridges.
771 was so curious, but also felt it would be embarrassing to ask first, so she said, "[You're crazy.]"
Jiang Nan glanced at it and said, "Don't be angry. Here's your phone; you can buy ten things on Pinduoduo."
771 immediately stood up. [Really?]
Jiang Nan: "Really."
771 ran over and said, "[Since that's the case, I forgive you.]"
After saying that, it lay on Jiang Nan's phone and browsed for almost an hour, selecting ten items.
When Jiang Nan paid, she found that she had spent less than one hundred yuan in total.
He was a little curious, so he opened each item and looked at it.
Five hundred SpongeBob SquarePants, twenty marbles, a tilted-headed, defiant Nailong toy, two collections of corny jokes, and five books of inspirational stories.
For example, "Keep striving in your prime years," "Remember to hold your head high when you cry," "Don't cry, your crown will fall," "Every day is worth your effort," and "The early bird catches the worm, keep flying."
Jiang Nan fell silent.
You know what, this Little Black Ball is easier to coax than a primary school student.