Yan Louchuan's eyes gradually turned cold, and his gaze fell on the woman.
She is dressed in professional attire, with long wavy chestnut hair draped over her shoulders, and a gorgeous and charming appearance.
This is Wei Yunruo, the daughter of the Wei family.
"Yan Er, long time no see."
Wei Yunruo stretched out her hand towards him with a generous and decent smile.
Yan Louchuan stood with an indifferent expression, without reaching out, only tugging at the corner of his lower lip.
Wei Yunruo froze her hands and her smile froze a bit.
"After all these years, you are still angry with me?"
She covered her hair and raised her hair. When he didn't speak, she added, "I just returned to China the day before yesterday. Let's get together in a few days. We haven't seen each other for a long time."
Yan Louchuan said coldly: "Let's talk about it later."
After saying that, he walked towards the parking place.
Wei Yunruo was hurt by his indifferent attitude and couldn't help but call him, "Yan Er! Seven years have passed, haven't you forgiven me yet?"
The man's steps didn't pause at all.
She squeezed her handbag tightly and looked embarrassed.
She wanted to catch up and ask for details, but the pride she had grown up with prevented her from taking this step.
The man walked further and further away, leaving her with only a tall and indifferent figure.
Wei Yunruo looked over and watched him get into the car, and then she saw a girl sitting faintly on the back seat.
She was extremely surprised and couldn't help but take a few steps closer.
In the parking lot at night, the lights were dim and she couldn't see the girl's face clearly.
It wasn't until Yan Louchuan got off the car, opened the door of the rear seat, bent down and said something to the people inside, that the girl got out of the car.
She was wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, but her face was comparable to that of the moon goddess, which made Wei Yunruo's expression change.
Wei Yunruo thought that her appearance was top-notch in the aristocratic family circle, even in the entertainment industry, but she suddenly pales in comparison with this girl.
She watched blankly as the girl got into the passenger seat.
Yan Louchuan's passenger seat...
Wei Yunruo looked shocked.
She thought of many years ago, when she wanted to sit in his passenger seat, but he cynically refused, threatening that his passenger seat would only be reserved for girls he liked.
Later, it was true that no woman could sit in his passenger seat.
Even that person does not have such an honor.
Who is this girl?
She is wearing the uniform of Yanjing Prince's Middle School. Those who can enter this school are either rich or noble.
But among the rich and powerful families, even the most humble wealthy families, she has never seen this girl.
What's more, she has such a face that brings disaster to the country and the people.
The car whizzed past her, and the beautiful profile face of the girl in the car flashed before her eyes.
Wei Yunruo stood there for a long time before coming back to her senses.
Back in the car, she held the steering wheel and her eyes gradually dimmed.
After a moment of silence, she took out her cell phone, found the cell phone number of Yan Louchuan's mother, Wen Junrou, and dialed it.
Wen Junrou was very happy to receive her call, and her words were full of love for her junior.
"Yunruo, why did you call Aunt Wen when you returned to China the day before yesterday?"
Wei Yunruo smiled and said, "Aunt Wen, this is my fault. I have been familiar with the company with my dad for the past two days. I will call you as soon as I have time. I forget that no one can forget Aunt Wen.
Woolen cloth!"
"You're such a sweet-tongued kid. Unlike Achuan, you can't even say a few words and you'll make me blush."
"I just met him, and he brought a girl with him. She looked really good-looking."
"Girl?"
The smile on Wen Junrou's face suddenly faded, and she looked serious, "What girl?
Where did you meet him?"
Wei Yunruo pretended to be surprised, "It's near Yuwei Garden. Aunt Wen, isn't she a relative's child?
The girl was wearing a high school uniform and looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old."
High school uniform?
High school student?
Wen Junrou couldn't help but hold the phone tightly.
Whether it is the Wen family or the Yan family, there is really no relative whose child is a high school student.
Her eyes were dim but her tone was extremely gentle, "Yunruo, come to my house for dinner tomorrow night and call your parents."
Wen Junrou said something hastily and then hung up the phone.
After sitting on the sofa for a long time, she finally called her assistant.
"Go and find out which family the girl next to the Second Young Master tonight belongs to?
Check it out for me, including where you go to school."
"Yes, ma'am."
After giving the instructions, Wen Junrou sat on the sofa without moving for a long time.
She didn't know what past events she remembered, and her face suddenly turned ugly, and her expression was slightly distorted.
A high school student aged sixteen or seventeen...