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Chapter 1108 Classmates



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"This is a good promise, and I am willing to spend money on it!"

After saying a few polite words, Lin Chuan hung up the phone.

Bian Fuqiang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his heart still heaving.

No wonder Lin Chuan can create and manage such a large enterprise, he is indeed not an ordinary person.

The rain was falling harder at this time.

However, the factory is still busy with production.

Until the evening, Lin Chuan and Qin Mengying went to pick up their children from school.

In this era, unless rich people like Lin Chuan would take their children to school, ordinary children would go home by themselves.

When Lin Chuan's Maybach arrived at the school gate, the school gatekeeper hurriedly opened the door and asked Lin Chuan to go directly to the building to pick up the child.

When entering the door, the old man holding an umbrella nodded and bowed his luggage to Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan asked Linghong to wait, then put down the window, took out fifty yuan and gave it to the old man.

This made the old man happy and thanked him profusely.

"Thank you, Boss Lin, for the reward. get out of class ends in two minutes. Please go pick up your child!"

"Thank you for your hard work, sir!"

Lin Chuan smiled and raised the window.

50 yuan was nothing to him, but to the old doorman whose salary was only 20 yuan, it was a huge fortune.

It was enough for him to buy some good wine and have a few delicious meals.

At this time, the school bell rang, and a large number of children ran out of the building noisily. For them, the happiest thing was that school was over. Even if it rained, it could not stop them from running in the rain.

Qin Mengying's eyes were very sharp. When she saw Lin Wanyu, she smiled and said, "My daughter is the boss!"

While speaking, Qin Mengying also rolled down the glass and shouted loudly: "Wanyu, mom is here!"

Lin Chuan also turned around to look, only to find that there was a boy next to Lin Wanyu, and this boy looked particularly familiar.

At this time, Antonio had already opened his umbrella and picked up Lin Wanyu into the Maybach.

Lin Wanyu turned back and smiled at the boy: "Wen Xiaoyang, see you tomorrow!"

The boy waved to Lin Wanyu enviously and said, "Lin Wanyu, see you tomorrow. Thank you for the pencil case you gave me today!"

Wen Xiaoyang?

Lin Chuan suddenly remembered, wasn't that the boy who participated in the provincial violin competition with Lin Wanyu?

He is actually the same classmate as Lin Wanyu? How could you not know this earlier?

Under the envious eyes of classmates, the Maybach slowly drove out of the school.

Lin Chuan took Lin Wanyu's schoolbag and asked with a smile: "Dear girl, is your classmate the Wen Xiaoyang who participated in the violin competition with you?

I also remember that he played the violin very well!"

Lin Wanyu nodded and smiled: "He transferred to our class last week because we participated in competitions together before, so we are good friends now.

He is very pitiful. He has never seen his mother since he was born. His father is often not around him, and his grandma takes care of him.

It turned out that he was studying in another school, but his father thought this school was good, so he transferred him here. He didn’t even have a pencil case, and I gave him a pencil case today!"

Although Lin Chuan was smiling all over his face, he definitely didn't believe in such a coincidence.

During the provincial competition, Lin Chuan met Wen Xiaoyang's father. At that time, the man seemed to have just fought with someone, and he was very impressed with his gray face.

If you want to get close to Lin Wanyu with ulterior motives, that's absolutely not possible.

After all, the Lin family is really famous in Hui City, so Lin Chuan thought it was better to play it safe.


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