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232. Chapter 232 Handling One

When we arrived at the cafeteria to prepare our meal, the aunt behind the window laughed out loud when she recognized Gu Chen, "Oh, classmate Gu, you are back. Auntie will give you a spoonful of more meat. Tsk, tsk, tsk, this guy looks so good."

You can’t be pretty, but you have to have some flesh on your body to make you look good.”

Everyone in school knows Gu Chen.

One good thing about being a man of the hour is that even if there is no seat to sit on, there will always be someone who will immediately wave and give up their seat.

They were four boys from Class 1, Grade 3. When they saw Gu Chen holding lunch, they immediately stood up and shouted loudly enough for the entire classmate eating in the cafeteria to hear, "Student Gu Chen! Junior Gu Chen, this way, this way, come here quickly!"

Next to them were junior students who were just finishing their meal. When they heard the seniors shouting "Gu Chen", the seniors immediately picked up the steel cutlery and stood up to give up their seats.

When Gu Chen came, they used paper towels to wipe the greasy dining table vigorously, fearing that a grain of rice would remain.

"Sister, please have a seat, please have a seat." The junior students could only look up to the school's mythical figure. They stood up in a hurry and left in a panic.

Gu Chen frowned and asked Duan Qubing: "My face is hateful?" Do they need to make them run away like a ghost?

The seniors laughed and winked at Gu Chen, "You are the beauty of our school. How can ordinary people dare to stay in front of you for too long?"

"Are you feeling better? Was the operation successful?"

"It looks good, it should be fine."

Gu Chen, who sat down and picked up his chopsticks, paused, squinted and said, "Surgery?" Duan Zhaoan's reason for asking for leave from school?

Appendicitis surgery? A minor surgery that requires a month of rest? Fortunately, he could think of it.

After saying a few words of thanks for your concern, Gu Chen ate the tasteless canteen food with a calm expression.

Not long after, a cold and piercing gaze swept over him from time to time. When it came for the third time, Gu Chen raised his head and looked at him sharply.

Shen Xiyue..., a haunting existence.

Opposite her was Zheng Heng, who was slowly eating his meal. He seemed to be talking about something. Seeing Shen Xiyue distracted, Wen Xiu's face darkened and she spoke in an intensified voice.

Shen Xiyue, who was caught red-handed, did not leave her sight with a guilty conscience. Instead, she raised her petal-like lips and smiled provocatively at Gu Chen. She lowered her head and spoke to Zheng Heng with her lilac tongue: "I heard you, and then the day after tomorrow is over."

It’s my aunt’s birthday, and I’m thinking about what gift I should give her.”

Half a month ago, the second eldest son of the Shen family was promoted to Beijing, and the reputation of the Shen family also increased accordingly. The Zheng family and the Shen family also collaborated on a big project last week, and their relationship, which had been fading away, started to move again.

With Father Zheng's acquiescence, Mother Zheng, who objected to the two families' children moving around, could only endure it.

It can be said that Zheng Heng's life has been smooth sailing during this period. Gu Chen is not here, and the girl Xinyue lowers her body and accompanies him gently and gracefully. This is exactly what happened if he was in peace.

Hearing this, he looked at the girl's gentle and charming face with soft eyes and said: "You can come when the time comes. You don't need to prepare any gifts. I will be very happy if you can come."

"Then... you..." Shen Xiyue, who was biting her delicate lips and wanting to stop talking, lightly frowned and said sadly: "Will Grandpa Zheng invite Gu Chen?... If she goes, Zheng Heng,... I am

It won’t pass.”

Zheng Heng loved his girlfriend's jealous look. He raised his hand to scratch her nose and said affectionately: "It's my mother's birthday, not my grandfather's birthday. How could it be her turn? Okay, don't be so petty. She's not even here.

Why are you still afraid of being bullied by her in school?"

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See you tonight, friends.


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