Chapter 515 Don't be curious about him, promise to participate in the class reunion
Chapter 515: Don’t be curious about him and agree to attend the class reunion
She knew that girl, her name was Xia Yaoyao.
Although Lou Chuan's attitude toward that girl was slightly better than that of other girls, it was only slightly better.
She didn't see that Lou Chuan liked the girl at all, but the girl was a bit sentimental.
When you like someone, your eyes will never lie.
Lou Chuan looked at that girl as if he were an ordinary person.
Look at the doting tone he used towards the little girl outside just now, and the gentle and gentle look on his face. This is the attitude he would have towards the girl he loves.
The proprietress opened the door to the kitchen and saw Yan Louchuan pouring water for the girl and cooling it down before handing it to her.
Yan Louchuan scalded the bowls and chopsticks with hot water and placed them in front of Jiang Hexun.
Jiang Hexun took a sip of water gracefully and asked, "Do you come here often?"
"Well, I lived here for a while when I was a child. This is the home of my elementary school teacher."
Jiang Hexun nodded thoughtfully.
Yan Louchuan lazily put his arms on the table. Seeing that she didn't ask any more questions, he said, "Aren't you curious why I lived here when I was a child?"
Jiang Hexun shook his head, "I'm not curious."
She vaguely heard her grandfather talk about the situation at Yan Louchuan's family.
His brother and father died in a car accident when he was eight years old, and his mother suffered from depression and mania after the deaths of her son and husband.
It is simply because of these family circumstances that I live in the home of my head teacher.
The light flickered over the girl's face, and the look on her face was calmer than the moonlight outside.
There was a hint of disappointment in Yan Louchuan's heart.
She never seemed to ask about his family situation, nor about Xia Xinyao.
It seemed that she was never curious about anything about him.
Just then, his cell phone rang.
Yan Louchuan took a look and saw that it was Qi Congtang's call.
The two are high school classmates and college roommates, but they have rarely interacted with each other in recent years.
One reason is that their social circles are different, and the other reason is that their auras are not compatible.
When we were in high school, sparks flew from the moment we met.
In college, after he lost his memory, the relationship barely eased.
He answered the phone with a nonchalant attitude, "What do you want from me?"
Qi Congtang said: "Will you come to the high school reunion this Saturday?"
"No, I'm not free."
Yan Louchuan refused without hesitation.
"Come on, I haven't seen you for a long time."
Qi Congtang was afraid that he would refuse, so he added, "I have a project I want to talk to you about. It's the project on the amusement park halfway up the mountain last time. I have to make an appointment every time I see you. I can't bear to make an appointment. I will meet with my classmates."
The meeting is just right, the location is Yanjing Wangfu Middle School.”
Yan Louchuan thought for a moment and said, "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Qi Congtang immediately called Yu Qing.
"Yan Louchuan agreed, but I risked my life to pay for a project, so he agreed.
As agreed, I have repaid your debt, and we will not owe each other anything in the future."
Yu Qing smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Qi."
"Why on earth do you insist on him coming to the class reunion?"
"This is a secret. You will know it when the time comes."
Qi Congtang pursued Yaoyao back then, and the whole school knew about it. He pursued her vigorously, and he was the one who persisted the longest among Yaoyao's suitors.
Even though he was beaten almost to death by Yan Louchuan, he still persevered for a while until Yaoyao went abroad to get married.
After so many years, Qi Congtang has been single to this day, and I don’t know if he still has illusions about Yaoyao.
Therefore, Yu Qing naturally would not tell him the purpose of this class reunion.