After I was reborn, I was married to Qin An'an and Gu Xingzhi

For the first time in his life, Qin Anan hoped that the taxi driver would come over quickly.

Even if I have to pay more, I just hope the taxi will come quickly.

She really didn't want to continue having awkward conversations with this person.

This time, God seemed to hear what Qin An'an was thinking.

As soon as she raised her head, the taxi driver she had communicated with before had already parked the car in front of her.

He saw the familiar license plate number and the driver who had just chatted with him an hour ago.

Qin Anan really wanted to thank God. She was originally worried about how she would answer the taxi driver if he didn't show up again.

Should I ignore him or ignore him or ignore him?

How can I ignore him so that he doesn't complain about me?

"My car has arrived, I got in first."

After also saying hello politely, Qin Anan opened the car door and got in.

Immediately afterwards, the taxi stepped on the accelerator and left here without even waving goodbye.

Meng Jingyun stood at the door for a long time, gritting his teeth.

After all, you are also a famous star. Over the years, haven't all your fans been chasing him? How could he chase others and others would ignore him?

This Qin Anan is quite interesting.

An Jingyun turned around and went back.

Ding Zihan, a child who was supposed to be taking piano lessons, suddenly sat on the sofa for some reason with a serious look on his face.

"What's wrong, little princess? Who bullied you? Tell your uncle and he will help you beat her up."

This little princess is the darling of the entire Ding family.

It would be terrible if someone bullied you.

"Uncle, do you like our Teacher Qin?"

The little girl didn't rush over happily like before, but stood there pretending to be an adult.

I don’t know who I learned it from, keeping a straight face and putting my hands on my back.

There is an indescribable cuteness.

"Who told you that?"

Is this happening? Why don’t you know about it?

"No, I just felt that it took a long time for you to see Teacher Qin off, so I was wondering if you wanted Teacher Qin's phone number."

Ding Zihan analyzed it carefully.

She knew that her uncle never took the time to send others out. This time, not only did he go out, he also spent a long time chatting with Teacher Qin outside.

Then I definitely like Teacher Qin with this look.

"No, Zihan guessed wrong. Uncle is not that boring."

"Uncle, I really don't believe what you said."

Their teacher Qin is different from the coquettish bitches that my uncle met outside, so he will definitely suffer.

Therefore, Ding Zihan was a little unhappy that Teacher Qin and his uncle were getting together.

There is a saying that my father often said to my mother: A flower is stuck in cow dung.

Teacher Qin is that flower, and my son’s uncle is that piece of shit.

The little guy looked serious, which really made Meng Jingyun laugh.