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12, Chapter 12(2/2)

When he saw Gu Yuchen, he immediately ran towards Gu Yuchen.

"Sir, who are you waiting for?" Xie Yan said to Gu Yuchen with his eyebrows and eyes, and looked like he was chatting with him. "I wonder if I have the honor to have dinner with you with Mr.?"

After hearing this, Gu Yuchen started to think seriously.

But Xie Yan couldn't wait for a moment. He tiptoed and wrapped his hand around Gu Yuchen's neck, making a threatening statement, "You dare to refuse and try."

Gu Yuchen smiled, "It is my honor to have dinner with you Mr. Xie."

"It's almost the same." Xie Yan kissed him with satisfaction, let go of him, and sat on the back seat of the bicycle.

Gu Yuchen got into the car and took Xie Yan to the Four Seasons Hotel.

***

"Xie Yan."

After arriving at the hotel, Xie Yan and Gu Yuchen had just found a place to park their bicycles when they heard someone calling him behind them.

The man thought Xie Yan didn't hear his screams, so he screamed several times.

Xie Yan turned around and saw someone getting off a black BMW. The time to get off the bus was as if he was deliberately waiting for Xie Yan to turn around.

At first, Xie Yan had not recognized who this person was. When the person approached, Xie Yan found the name of this person from the corner of his memory, Liu Jiaming, his classmate in college.

Liu Jiaming walked to Xie Yan, holding the BMW key in his hand, and said to Xie Yan with his back, "I saw you from afar just now, but I couldn't recognize you when I saw you sitting in the back seat of the bicycle."

When he said the word "bike" and his tone was full of contempt.

Before Xie Yan could speak, Liu Jiaming continued, "By the way, where is it in the past two years? I didn't see you attend the class reunion. I probably don't know if you didn't attend the reunion. I got married to Qingqing in March this year, and I couldn't contact you at that time, so I didn't look for you."

"But I have to thank you too. I didn't agree to Qingqing's confession back then, so we got together." Liu Jiaming forgot to control it while showing off. "Of course, even if you didn't reject her back then, I think she wouldn't choose to laugh on your bicycle."

"Xie Yan, Xie Yan, how have you been doing in the past two years? Not even a car, he even rides a bicycle? Look at how many people in our class are doing worse than you?"

Liu Jiaming said a lot of things in a mess, and finally showed off his sense of superiority, and he felt refreshed.

He looked at Xie Yan, waiting to see Xie Yan show a shameless expression after being humiliated.

I saw nothing.

Xie Yan expressed his calmness: "First of all, I congratulate you and..."

When Xie Yan said this, he got stuck for a moment. He really couldn't remember it, so he asked Liu Jiaming: "I'm really sorry, what's your wife's name?"

Liu Jiaming gritted his teeth: "Zhao Qing, her name is Zhao Qing."

"Oh," Xie Yan continued: "Congratulations on getting married to Zhao Qing, I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years. But there is one thing I want to correct you."

Liu Jiaming thought Xie Yan was going to argue for how poor he was doing now, and sneered: "You said."

He wanted to see what kind of flowers Xie Yan could say.

Xie Yan pointed to the 28th bar and said solemnly to Liu Jiaming: "Do you think it is an ordinary bicycle? No, it is a treasure of ancestral origin, so put away your contempt and despise of it. In terms of age, you should also call it 'brother'."

Liu Jiaming: “…………”

Brother, what a ghost! Could it be that Xie Yan is crazy about poverty?

He sneered and walked past Xie Yan and left.

Forget it, don't bother with the poor.

Liu Jiaming left after asking for trouble. Xie Yan immediately turned around and wanted to explain the so-called confession to Gu Yuchen. He had no impression of him.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Gu Yuchen ask him seriously, "How do you know that this bicycle is inherited from the ancestral world?"

Xie Yan: “…”
Chapter completed!
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