"It's better than before, but it's not perfect. Think about it yourself. "

Qian Jingchuan looked carefully and nodded.

"OK, thank you very much."

Yuwen Qingge looked around and put it in his mouth in a low voice.

"No. I have something to do. Let's go first. "

Qianjingchuan pursed his lips and walked out with his schoolbag on his back.

Yuwen Qingge looked back at his back, inexplicably produced a sense of familiarity in his heart.

Normally, she met Qian Jingchuan less than Jin Junxi, but he gave her a very unusual feeling.

Always feel qianjingchuan look at her eyes, hidden story.

Yuwen Qingge's long eyelashes blinked and looked at the design draft again.

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QIAN Jingchuan got down from the library and rode his bicycle out of the north gate of the college. After a secluded street, you come to a small cafe called "coffee and tea".

At this time, the cafe has few guests.

Qianjingchuan pushed the door in and soon saw a middle-aged man sitting in a corner.

"Uncle mo."

He went over with a polite greeting.

"Jingchuan, here you are. Sit down. "

The man raised his eyes slightly, touching the corners of his mouth, and he had a gentle smile.

There are waiters coming, qianjingchuan responded in a low voice.

"American."

"Jingchuan, are you busy recently?"

The middle-aged man is elegant enough to fold up his legs, with a delicate coffee cup in his left hand, caring.

"Not bad."

The eyebrow of thousand scenery Sichuan Qing Jun rises slightly, light voice returns a way.

"Uncle Mo, are you looking for me today, my father..."

"Your father is nothing. I'm just here on a business trip, and I'll come and see you. "

The middle-aged man's eyes are brimming with love.

He is Qian Jingchuan's father's best friend and vice chairman of Qianmo group.

“……”

When Qian Jingchuan heard this, his brow slightly expanded.

Waiter, come here.

"Your coffee, sir."

"Thank you."

Qianjingchuan light to respond to a sentence, and to the middle-aged man asked.

"Uncle Mo, it's almost lunchtime. Shall we have dinner together

"I'm going to the airport later. I'm afraid it's too late for dinner. Next time. "

The middle-aged man took two sips of coffee cup and said again.

"I have nothing to do with you, that is, Mrs. Yuwen is a little worried about her daughter, so I ask you to take care of her."

Qian Jingchuan just stretched out some eyebrows, and once again tightened up.

"Jingchuan, do you remember Mrs. Yuwen? It's the grandmothers of Yuwen family in Licheng. "

Seeing his silence, the middle-aged man thought he didn't remember Du Kou.

"Yes."

Qianjingchuan took a sip of coffee and pursed his lips. Tone, a little cold.

"Jingchuan, you don't still hate her for what happened when you were a child."

"No way."

Qianjingchuan gently pulled the corner of his mouth, smiling thin and pale.

"I'm sure you won't hate her Jingchuan, do you know Miss Yuwen has come to your school? "

"Yes."

"Have you met?"

The middle-aged man frowned and asked.

"Well."

Qian Jingchuan nodded.

"We just met."

"What a coincidence. And you are now? "

There was a trace of surprise on the middle-aged man's face.

"We just know each other."

Qianjingchuan stopped and added a sentence.

"We are not familiar with it."

"I'll get familiar with it later."

The middle-aged man laughed.

"Jingchuan, it seems that you and miss Yuwen are predestined."

This word, with a trace of inexplicable meaning.

Qian Jingchuan does not agree to this, raised his wrist to have a look at his own design of the watch, cold open mouth.

"Uncle Mo, aren't you going to catch a plane?"