C1663 Love Is a Light 32
C1663 Love Is a Light 32
Qian Jingchuan looked at it seriously and nodded.
"Alright, thank you senior."
Yuwen Qingge looked around and whispered as she put her hand to her mouth.
"No need. "I have something on, so I'll be leaving first."
Qian Jingchuan pursed his lips, carried his backpack, and walked out.
Yuwen Qingge turned around and stared at his back, feeling a sense of familiarity.
Logically speaking, the number of times she had met with Qian Jingchuan was far less than Jin Junxi's, but the feeling he gave her was very different.
He kept having the feeling that there was a story hidden in the eyes that Qian Jingchuan was looking at her.
Yuwen Qingge blinked her eyes and looked at the design script again.
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Qian Jingchuan came down from the library, got on his bicycle, and left the academy's north gate. After passing through a quiet street, they arrived at a small coffee shop called Coffee and Tea.
At this time of day, the cafe had few customers.
Qian Jingchuan pushed open the door and entered. Soon, he saw a middle-aged man sitting in a corner.
"Uncle Mo."
He walked over and greeted her politely.
"Jing Chuan, you're here. "Sit."
The man raised his gaze slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he smiled warmly.
A waiter came over, and Qian Jingchuan calmly replied.
"American style."
"Jing Chuan, have you been busy lately?"
The middle-aged man said with concern as he elegantly crossed his legs and held a delicate coffee cup in his left hand.
"Not bad."
Qian Jingchuan's eyebrows slightly raised as he replied in a light voice.
"Uncle Mo, you were looking for me today. Was it my father …"
"Your father is fine. I just came on a business trip and stopped by to see you. "
The middle-aged man's eyes rippled with the light of love.
He was the best friend of Qian Jingchuan's father, and the Director of Thousand Ink Group, Deputy Chairman.
"..."
When Qian Jingchuan heard this, his eyebrows relaxed.
The waiter came over.
"Sir, here's your coffee."
"Thank you."
Qian Jingchuan lightly replied, and then asked the middle-aged man.
"Uncle Mo, it's almost time for lunch." Why don't we have a meal together? "
"I'm going to the airport later, so I'm afraid it'll be too late for dinner. "Maybe next time."
The middle-aged man took a sip of the coffee cup and said.
"I don't have anything to do with you. It's just that Madam Yuwen is a bit worried about her daughter and wants me to ask you to take care of her."
Qian Jingchuan's eyebrows tightened again.
"Jing Chuan, do you remember Madam Yuwen? is the eldest young mistress of Pear City. "
The middle-aged man only thought that Du Kou was someone he didn't remember.
"I remember."
Qian Jingchuan took a sip of coffee and pursed his lips. His tone was slightly cold.
"Jing Chuan, don't tell me you still hate her for what happened when she was young."
"How could that be?"
Qian Jingchuan's lips curved up in a faint smile.
"I'm sure you won't hate her, either. Jing Chuan, do you know that Miss Yuwen came to your school? "
"Got it."
"We've met?"
The middle-aged man frowned and asked.
"Yes."
Qian Jingchuan nodded.
"We just met."
"What a coincidence. "Then what about you two?"
The middle-aged man revealed a surprised expression.
"We just know each other."
Qian Jingchuan paused for a moment before he added.
"We're not familiar with each other."
"I will slowly get used to it in the future."
The middle-aged man laughed.
"Jing Chuan, it seems that you and Miss Yuwen are fated to meet."
These words carried a trace of inexplicable meaning.
Qian Jingchuan didn't comment. He raised his wrist to look at his own wristwatch and spoke coldly.
"Uncle Mo, didn't you want to catch a plane?"