Chapter 259

With that, ye Qingxin smiles at Qian Rong and reaches for the door of the dormitory.

Behind the door, Jing suoso and Dou Wei'er were hit on the nose.

Ye Qingxin looks at them lightly.

Two people a face guilty, Dou Wei Er said: "I see you don't come in, think what happened, just about to go out to have a look, the door opened, you see my nose, hit red?"? Soso, you see, is it red? "

Jing suoso solemnly held Dou Wei'er's face and said, "it's red. I think it's swollen after a while. I have some detumescence cream there. I'll take it and wipe it for you. It won't look good when it's swollen."

"Yes, go and get it."

The two went to jingsuo cabinet hand in hand.

Ye Qingxin went into the dormitory and didn't close the door.

Qian Rong stood at the door, looking at Ye Qingxin's eyes.

If her father had not begged her at home, she would not have fallen in love with Ye.

Two years ago, ye Qingxin was a poor student in the dust. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, she became superior and needed to be looked up to.

Ye Qingxin is beautiful, and the girl's jealousy makes Qian Rong unbalanced.

But Qian Rong's family situation is still commendable, but now, even the advantages that made her feel a little proud in her heart are not worth mentioning, and she even has to go to Ye Qingxin for help.

Qian Rong is even more unbalanced.

But just married a good man, look what.

Qian Rong's family is still far away from the standard of the upper class circle. The reason why he knows about ye Qingxin's marriage to jingboyuan is that his aunt is the chief planner of Ye Qingxin's wedding to jingboyuan. Ye Qingxin's marriage is about Yan's granddaughter. People outside the circle don't know about it, and Qian Rong doesn't know about it.

If you know that she thought that just married a good man to fly on the branch to become a Phoenix, ye Qingxin, or the daughter of Yan Family and Sheng family, I don't know how she would feel.

In the evening, five thirty.

Ye Qingxin takes a bus to the school gate. There is a white Land Rover on the side of the road.

The driveway is flowing with people coming and going. The white car is like an elegant snow leopard, dormant quietly.

Ye Qingxin just stepped out of the retractable door of the gate, the cab door was pushed open, and the tall and straight man got out of the car. He was as mature and steady as ever, and his eyebrows were slightly closed, showing the style of a big boss.

As soon as he appears, ye Qingxin feels that the air field of the space where he is has changed, attracting other people's attention.

Jing Boyuan's image has never appeared in the public media. Few people know him outside the business circle, and few people recognize him in places like big B.

Ye Qingxin walks over.

Jing Boyuan from the back of the car around to the co pilot, open the door waiting for ye Qingxin to approach, ye Qingxin's eyes fell on his neck scarf, the corner of his mouth can't help hook up.

Maybe she should consider buying another scarf for Mr. Jing.

Or, buy another coat.

Or buy another watch.

These three things appear on him almost every day. After seeing him for a long time, others don't know whether they will discuss in private that boss Bowei is too stingy to buy clothes and scarves.

Jing Boyuan naturally and attentively protects Ye Qingxin's head. When she gets on the bus, she helps her fasten her seat belt and close the door.

There is a hotel bag in the storage compartment between the copilot and the driver's seat.

Ye Qingxin saw, heart move, hand over to open.

In addition to eating, Jing Boyuan seldom eats snacks and afternoon tea.

It's obviously for ye.

It's a very high-end packing lunch box. Ye Qingxin takes off the cover and sees what's inside. He is stunned.

"What is this?"

She thought it would be snacks, but it turned out to be... Ginger soup?

Jingboyuan side belt side back: "ginger soup."

Ye Qingxin opens her mouth slightly and looks at him.

She just sneezed a few times this morning. This man is out of the ordinary. He made five phone calls all day, and each time he only asked, "is sneezing better?"

Ye Qingxin doesn't sneeze very badly either. She may sneeze more frequently in the morning, but she is much better in the afternoon. Besides sneezing, she doesn't feel sick at all. Unexpectedly, he brought her ginger soup.

It's kind of... A fuss.

It's just that this fuss makes Ye Qingxin feel warm in her heart.

She had a sour nose, laughed and said, "I thought you prepared something delicious for me, just a bowl of ginger soup..."

The expression is somewhat lost, but the voice is clearly full of pleasure and happiness.

It's a good feeling to be cared about.

Really good.

Jing Boyuan drove the car slowly onto the driveway with the steering wheel. He paid attention to the road conditions with his eyes and said gently, "you can't get sick now. It's always right to be careful."

Ye Qingxin holds ginger soup in one hand and covers her slightly raised belly with a sweet smile in the corner of her mouth.

Ginger soup is a little spicy. Ye Qingxin has finished drinking it. The whole stomach is warm and the heart is warmer.

The lights are beginning to shine.

The setting sun reflected the last trace of red on the western horizon.

Ye Qingxin looks at the street lamps flashing from the bottom of his eyes. He suddenly remembers Qian Rong's words and turns to ask Jing Boyuan, "I heard you spent a lot of money on the wedding?"

Jing Boyuan controlled the steering wheel with both hands, and made no noise.

Ye Qingxin thought of spending so much money, some distressed, "how to spend so much."

On the wedding day, song Jiu heard from the staff that the cost of arranging the wedding site was tens of millions, plus hundreds of high-end banquet tables, and the party that included the whole resort. Ye Qingxin knew that the cost would not be less, and did not expect that it would be so much.

And then there's the horrible pick-up team.

The more I think about it, the more heartache Ye Qingxin feels, "I think it's a waste..."

With so much money, ordinary people can't earn it for several lives, but rich people can squander it at will. It's as easy to spend as ordinary people spend ten yuan.

There is a big gap between the rich and the poor in this society.

"Heartache?" Jingbo Yuan Teng took Ye Qingxin's hand and said, "you'll take care of it later."

Ye Qingxin a Leng, didn't respond what he meant, subconsciously asked a sentence: "tube what?"

Jingboyuan rubbed her palm with his thumb and didn't answer.

Just that night, jingboyuan handed her more than ten cards of different colors and different banks. Ye Qingxin reflected what he meant when he was in the car.