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Du Qinghua asked, "Son, can you borrow from your classmate?"
Jiang Yan didn't expect his mother to make such a request. After thinking for a while, he said in a difficult way, "Mom, my classmates don't have the money to lend me money, and they borrow money from classmates. If others find out, I will still be in school in the future." How to mess around."
Du Qinghua felt sorry for his son, and immediately said, "Then don't borrow it, mom will find a way."
Jiang Yan heaved a sigh of relief. He is a college student, so he should study hard. It is not his turn to worry about these things. Just watching his mother running around, he couldn't help but think of Guan Chaochu. In the past, his tuition fees were all paid by the Guan family. Worrying, not to mention the tuition fees, but the quarterly clothes, study materials, and Guan Chaochu's money are all given clearly.
At that time, she was so sensible, but now, she didn't even say hello, knowing that he needed to pay the tuition fee, just out of anger, she spent more than 20,000 yuan to buy a car!
Buy a car!
What can she do with a woman who buys a car! Just to anger yourself, as for? ! Has she thought about how she will live in the future?
Jiang Yan thought about it, and felt that there was a ball of anger in his heart, so he went out, and couldn't help but feel that he was wandering around the Guan family. He didn't go there, and wanted to wait for Guan Chaochu to go out to find himself, and then pretend to be a chance encounter ,Then¡¡
Jiang Yanzheng was fantasizing about it, when he found a figure appeared at the door of Guan's house.
It was Guan Chaochu.
Guan Chaochu stood at the door and looked around, then waved with a smile on his face.
Jiang Yan looked at the smile and thought, this woman is really angry with him, but seeing him, she couldn't hold her breath anymore, she stepped forward, and was about to pass, but heard a wheezing sound from her Running past was an old man with a beard.
After the old man ran over, he smiled smugly, "Big sister, live up to expectations."
Guan Chaochu knew it was about the fish pond, his eyes lit up, "Go in and talk."
At this time, Wu Hong also came out. Hearing what Lao Hu said, he was overjoyed and hurriedly beckoned people in.
Embarrassed, annoyed, all emotions surfaced in an instant, Jiang Yan couldn't help shouting impulsively, "Chao Chu!"
Guan Chaochu turned his head in astonishment, only to see him, and frowned.
What is this man doing here?
After Jiang Yan yelled, there was no movement. He thought that as long as Guan Chaochu bowed his head now, he would forgive her. Even if it was impossible to get back together, he would support her for the rest of his life.
However, after waiting for thirty seconds without any movement, Guan Chaochu became impatient, this man is insane.
Old Hu asked puzzledly, "Your friend?"
Guan Chaochu said simply, "My ex-husband."
Lao Hu was refreshed, and couldn't help but look at Jiang Yan a few more times. Why?
Because it is so rare to see such a blind young man!
Regarding Guan Chaochu and Jiang's performance, the divorce was so big that Lao Hu also heard some from his old friends.
The only thought is that this little young man is blind, too blind.
He dared to bet that this guy would never meet a good wife like Guan Chaochu in the future.
Jiang Yan felt uncomfortable all over, nothing else, Lao Hu looked at him like he was looking at a big fool, what a joke, he is a college student.
Seeing the old man and Guan Chaochu go in, he kicked away the stones on the ground fiercely, disappointment appeared in his eyes, Guan Chaochu has become so unselfish now, and he is still an old man when he gets so close to a man.
"Jiang Yan." Ye Yunyun strode towards him, seeing him standing in front of Guan's house, his eyes flickered slightly, and he asked curiously, "The person who went in just now must be Lao Hu." (Remember Website URL: www.hlnovel.com