Chapter 8 Alumni Association with ulterior motives
"Buzz-".
The vibration of the mobile phone rang N times, and Lu Qingfeng fumbled in a daze to pick it up and answer it.
"Why is it taking so long to answer the phone?" The high-pitched female voice coming from the earpiece shook Lu Qingfeng's eardrum and swelled.
She clenched her fist and hammered her painful head, and replied in a lazy voice: "Sleep."
"The sun is all on the butt, it's time to get up".
"Say something quickly". Lu Qingfeng was so uncomfortable that he didn't want to say a word of nonsense.
"Hehehe...... didn't I tell you a few days ago, it's the class reunion, after all, I picked it up, you have to make a scene." The other party's tone was many times better than just now.
"When?" Lu Qingfeng tried to open his heavy eyelids.
"At eight o'clock tonight, I will send you the specific address on WeChat." seemed to be afraid that Lu Qingfeng would refuse, so he hung up the phone after saying it.
Two seconds later, the WeChat prompt sounded, Lu Qingfeng clicked on it and took a look, then threw away the phone, sat up with difficulty, squinted her eyes and looked at the surrounding environment, only to suddenly remember that she was staying in the old house last night.
But......
Why are you lying in bed now? She remembered sitting on the kitchen table and chair in the middle of the night before she lost consciousness.
Lu Qingfeng tried hard to think about it for a long time, her mind was still blank, she frowned and rubbed her temples, and simply fell back to the bed.
Half an hour later.
Lu Qingfeng walked out of the room, and in order to cover the redness and swelling of his eyes, he deliberately turned out the pair of sunglasses that were necessary for him all year round in his bag and put them on.
"Three Misses". Aunt Li was cleaning the living room, and when she saw Lu Qingfeng coming down, she immediately turned off the vacuum cleaner and greeted her.
"Hmm". Lu Qingfeng nodded, looked at the kitchen with some weakness, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was nothing unusual inside.
"Miss Three, are you hungry, what do you want to eat? I'll do it now."
"No need". Lu Qingfeng waved his hand and walked towards the door.
As soon as Lu Qingfeng's hand touched the doorknob, Aunt Li suddenly remembered something, picked up the brown paper envelope on the coffee table and chased after it: "Third Miss, this is what Mrs. asked me to give you."
Lu Qingfeng stretched out his hand suspiciously: "What is this?" ”
Aunt Li's expression became ambiguous: "Mrs. said to let you choose one you like from among them."
Lu Qingfeng paused, and immediately understood what Aunt Li meant, so she stuffed it into her bag without even looking at it, and asked Aunt Li to thank Yin Sujin for her.
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At eight o'clock, Lu Qingfeng's car stopped in front of the "Imperial Dining Room" on time, she lowered her head and looked at the three gilded characters on the plaque through the windshield, and then took out her mobile phone from the handbox, and just clicked on the address book, and a rhythmic knocking sound sounded on the window.
Without waiting for Lu Qingfeng to react, a woman came in the back seat, the woman had short and capable chestnut hair, a delicate face, and a smile on her eyebrows and eyes without speaking.
"What the hell are you doing?" Lu Qingfeng's expression revealed a faint tiredness.
"Alas, I just want to use the excuse of the class reunion to meet Zhao Jingchen." Han Chuchu sighed and said.
"He's back from abroad?"
"Hmm". Han Chuchu closed his eyes and nodded, his face full of joy.
"By the way, you are not allowed to say a word to Zhao Jingchen today." Han Chuchu leaned forward excitedly, and landed with his finger Qingfeng warned.
"That's right, I'm going to participate in this class reunion."
"No, I told Zhao Jingchen that you will definitely come."
Han Chuchu was afraid that Lu Qingfeng would really escape, so he quickly got out of the car and dragged Lu Qingfeng out of the cab.