Chapter 218: Suddenly Asking Her Birthday
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Qiao Nian Ye Wang Chuan
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Qiao Nian is not the kind of person who likes to gossip.
She thought that Chen Yuan would not answer Shen Qingqing, but the resolute young man who has grown up a lot said calmly, "Yes. My mother used to be an aunt in their house."
The families of the students in Ring City No. [-] Middle School are all in good condition, especially in Class A, even if it is not as good as Qiao Chen's family with a listed company.
At least it is a well-off family.
People of their age can't understand the situation where mothers like Chen Yuan go to other people's homes to work as nanny.
"Forehead……"
Chen Yuan lowered his eyebrows, but he was proud, and faced his own life calmly: "My mother used to send me to school, and she didn't study, and she couldn't find an easy job. After being introduced by relatives at home, she went to others. Became a live-in housekeeper. I can earn a salary every month. For our family, including my dad’s income, it is barely enough to survive in the surrounding city.”
Shen Qingqing and Jiang Tingting unconsciously looked at Qiao Nian.
It turned out to be the case.
No wonder Sister Nian has such a good relationship with Chen Yuan. It turned out to be the reason.
Didn't Sister Nian live in Qiao's house before?
"Later when my father fell ill, my mother came out to start a small business. She set up a stall selling Mala Tang on Wangjiang Road, and I would help out on weekends."
Shen Qingqing and the others felt uncomfortable when they heard it, and always felt that he was very bitter, and the care between boys and girls was always so simple and sincere.
They may not have gorgeous language, but the care from the heart is warmer than any language.
"Chen Yuan, your mother can make Mala Tang? That's amazing." Shen Qingqing smiled immediately after being stunned.
Apple showed a naive expression on his face, touched his nose, stuck out his tongue, and said greedily: "I really like to eat Malatang, but I have never found authentic Malatang. You know the Aladdin Malatang outside our school. Is it hot?"
"I go back to eat every Wednesday. Recently, the more I eat, the more unpalatable it is. Liang Bowen and I don't want to go. It happens that your mother can make Mala Tang. That's great. Liang Bowen and I will go to see you some other day, hahaha , Try Auntie's handicraft. Can you?"
Chen Yuan glanced at her as if he understood what she was thinking, but if Shen Qingqing really liked eating Mala Tang, he was confident that his mother's cooking skills would not disappoint her.
So he has no inferiority complex and no self-deprecation.
Very frankly agreed.
"can."
When Jiang Tingting and the others heard the news, they immediately rushed forward: "Shen Qingqing, you are so treacherous, you actually want to eat delicious food by yourself. I want to go too!"
"Me too!"
"So are we!"
Shen Qingqing rolled her eyes, and suggested with a smile: "Then how about we make an appointment to go together someday?"
She thought of Qiao Nian, and turned to ask the people beside her, "Sister Nian, are you going?"
"Next week. I don't have time this week." Qiao Nian raised her head from the phone, her eyes were tired, and she lay back with a lazy and inexplicable air.
Shen Qingqing blushed even a girl could see her heart beating.
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?I don't have an abnormal orientation, do I?
Everyone else was discussing what day of the next week they could go to the Malatang restaurant opened by Chen Yuan's family to make an appointment for dinner.
Qiao Nian suddenly received a WeChat message.
【Ye Wangchuan: When is your birthday? 】
Qiao Nian: ?
He suddenly sent a message asking himself what is his birthday?
[QN: I don't know.According to Qiao Weimin, I am on August [-]th. 】
Not according to what the Qiao family said about adopting her, she didn't know how long her birthday should be.
After all, no one has ever cared about her birthday, and she doesn't care about these things after a long time.
Qiao Nian is not the kind of person who likes to gossip.
She thought that Chen Yuan would not answer Shen Qingqing, but the resolute young man who has grown up a lot said calmly, "Yes. My mother used to be an aunt in their house."
The families of the students in Ring City No. [-] Middle School are all in good condition, especially in Class A, even if it is not as good as Qiao Chen's family with a listed company.
At least it is a well-off family.
People of their age can't understand the situation where mothers like Chen Yuan go to other people's homes to work as nanny.
"Forehead……"
Chen Yuan lowered his eyebrows, but he was proud, and faced his own life calmly: "My mother used to send me to school, and she didn't study, and she couldn't find an easy job. After being introduced by relatives at home, she went to others. Became a live-in housekeeper. I can earn a salary every month. For our family, including my dad’s income, it is barely enough to survive in the surrounding city.”
Shen Qingqing and Jiang Tingting unconsciously looked at Qiao Nian.
It turned out to be the case.
No wonder Sister Nian has such a good relationship with Chen Yuan. It turned out to be the reason.
Didn't Sister Nian live in Qiao's house before?
"Later when my father fell ill, my mother came out to start a small business. She set up a stall selling Mala Tang on Wangjiang Road, and I would help out on weekends."
Shen Qingqing and the others felt uncomfortable when they heard it, and always felt that he was very bitter, and the care between boys and girls was always so simple and sincere.
They may not have gorgeous language, but the care from the heart is warmer than any language.
"Chen Yuan, your mother can make Mala Tang? That's amazing." Shen Qingqing smiled immediately after being stunned.
Apple showed a naive expression on his face, touched his nose, stuck out his tongue, and said greedily: "I really like to eat Malatang, but I have never found authentic Malatang. You know the Aladdin Malatang outside our school. Is it hot?"
"I go back to eat every Wednesday. Recently, the more I eat, the more unpalatable it is. Liang Bowen and I don't want to go. It happens that your mother can make Mala Tang. That's great. Liang Bowen and I will go to see you some other day, hahaha , Try Auntie's handicraft. Can you?"
Chen Yuan glanced at her as if he understood what she was thinking, but if Shen Qingqing really liked eating Mala Tang, he was confident that his mother's cooking skills would not disappoint her.
So he has no inferiority complex and no self-deprecation.
Very frankly agreed.
"can."
When Jiang Tingting and the others heard the news, they immediately rushed forward: "Shen Qingqing, you are so treacherous, you actually want to eat delicious food by yourself. I want to go too!"
"Me too!"
"So are we!"
Shen Qingqing rolled her eyes, and suggested with a smile: "Then how about we make an appointment to go together someday?"
She thought of Qiao Nian, and turned to ask the people beside her, "Sister Nian, are you going?"
"Next week. I don't have time this week." Qiao Nian raised her head from the phone, her eyes were tired, and she lay back with a lazy and inexplicable air.
Shen Qingqing blushed even a girl could see her heart beating.
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?I don't have an abnormal orientation, do I?
Everyone else was discussing what day of the next week they could go to the Malatang restaurant opened by Chen Yuan's family to make an appointment for dinner.
Qiao Nian suddenly received a WeChat message.
【Ye Wangchuan: When is your birthday? 】
Qiao Nian: ?
He suddenly sent a message asking himself what is his birthday?
[QN: I don't know.According to Qiao Weimin, I am on August [-]th. 】
Not according to what the Qiao family said about adopting her, she didn't know how long her birthday should be.
After all, no one has ever cared about her birthday, and she doesn't care about these things after a long time.
