Maxima meets Bole, and if you can meet a good teacher on the way to study, you will naturally be Maxima.

Zhou Lao gave Xiaowan a book, and Du Xiaowan took the book in Zhou Lao's hand, "Dad, this is." ”

"This is the Chinese element I have collected over the years, and I think it suits you very well, and maybe it can help you in the future."

"Chinese elements? It's so valuable, let's give it to Sister Qingyu. ”

Du Xiaowan handed the book to Zhou Qingyu without hesitation, such a valuable book, of course, should be given to his daughter.

The book was heavily placed in Zhou Qingyu's hand, and Qingyu looked at it, "Dad, do you think it suits me?" ”

As the words fell, the book was handed to Du Xiaowan again, and his father certainly knew his child best.

"Not suitable, Qing Yu likes modern art and abstract thinking, and Xiao Wan is good at using oriental elements, this book has finally found its owner."

When Mr. Zhou saw the gift box painted by Du Xiaowan, he concluded what kind of design elements Du Xiaowan liked.

"Xiaowan, so I haven't read this book much for so long, and I like it too, but it's too delicate and not suitable for my design style."

Du Xiaowan stroked the book, smiled and looked up at Old Zhou's father and daughter, her eyes were full of gratitude, "Thank you, Dad." ”

Happy and warm times always pass quickly, Mr. Zhou shared a lot of valuable things with Du Xiaowan, and Du Xiaowan benefited a lot from this day.

When it was already dusk, Du Xiaowan said goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Zhou and left, and Zhou Qingyu also followed.

"Xiaowan, wait for me." Zhou Qingyu came up.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Du Xiaowan stood in place and looked at Zhou Qingyu who came over.

"It's okay, I just want to walk with you." The two laughed and walked forward side by side.

chatted while walking, "Xiaowan, have you ever thought about forgiving Ke Zhenhao?" ”

Zhou Qingyu was very sad to see Du Xiaowan looking at Ke Zhenhao's photos in the afternoon, she felt that Du Xiaowan had always had Ke Zhenhao in her heart.

Du Xiaowan suddenly stopped, looked at Zhou Qingyu, and looked up into the distance, "He doesn't need me to forgive, I am not from the same class as him." ”

Forgive? Forgive him for buying Du Xiaowan, or forgive him for being Du Xiaowan is medicine?

The only thing Du Xiaowan felt uncomfortable in her heart was that she fell in love with Ke Zhenhao wishfully, and she loved so deeply.

"Xiaowan, what is not a class? If he annulls the contract and gives you back your freedom in this life, don't you want to fight for him? ”

Zhou Qingyu knew in his heart that Ke Zhenhao loved Du Xiaowan and gave her freedom, both of them loved each other silently like this, Zhou Qingyu didn't want them to miss the marriage.

"Sister, I don't want to discuss this now, he should have his own choice."

Du Xiaowan just wants to work hard, complete her studies, and she can really support herself, and she doesn't want to live under the aura of others.

Zhou Qingyu didn't say anything more, she couldn't understand Du Xiaowan's sense of loss, she just hoped that they would love each other honestly.

Walking slowly on the side of the street, I don't know how long I walked, but it was getting dark.

Zhou Qingyu sent Du Xiaowan to the subway station, sent Xiaowan away, and walked slowly on the side of the street, thinking about how to help the couple.

Zhou Qingyu was a little distracted, and the night was dark.

Walking and walking, feeling the sound of footsteps behind him, Zhou Qingyu followed the dim light, looked at the shadow on the ground, and sped up his pace.

Zhou Qingyu wanted to cross the corner of the street and make a detour to the crowded place on the street, but at this moment, a person also appeared in front of him.

Zhou Qingyu hurriedly turned around and was about to walk backwards, but someone blocked his way behind him.

Zhou Qingyu pretended to be calm, lowered his head and dodged to the side, but the man surrounded him left and right.

Zhou Qingyu panicked, wrapped his coat tightly, his eyes were full of panic, "What are you going to do?" ”

The corners of several men's mouths slanted, and their eyebrows raised a few times, "Play chick." ”

The man's fingers ran across his lips, approaching Zhou Qingyu step by step.

"You guys, you're calling someone when you get close to me."

"Hahahaha. You shout and give it a try. ”

The man pushed Zhou Qingyu, pushed over, pushed over, and touched Zhou Qingyu's delicate face from time to time.

"Police." Zhou Qingyu had an idea, looked into the distance and shouted for the police.

Several men looked back violently, and Zhou Qingyu took advantage of the inattention and ran forward.

The man found out that he had been deceived by Zhou Qingyu and chased after him.

Zhou Qingyu shouted while running, his feet were not careful, his heel broke, and he fell to the ground.

The men also chased after them, and a bright knife swiped out.

Zhou Qingyu covered his ankle in unbearable pain, dragged his legs, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and retreated.

Suddenly, a car drove up, and the headlights lit up in front of the eyes were white.

An emergency brake and the car stopped.

The lights of several people's cars were dazzling, blocking the lights with their hands.

Zhou Qingyu watched through the light as a person got out of the car.

"Don't get out of here yet." A man's voice shocked several gangsters.

The lights were too dazzling, and Zhou Qingyu couldn't see the appearance of the man getting out of the car, and the voice was a little familiar.

The gangsters looked at each other for a moment, and rushed at the man who was talking with a knife, Zhou Qingyu hurriedly shouted, "Be careful." ”

Zhou Qingyu dragged his legs to the side of the car, and a crisp fighting sound sounded in his ears.

Zhou Qingyu didn't dare to look directly, and the screams made people feel furious.

"Don't get out of here yet." The man seemed to have won the battle and angrily scolded several gangsters.

Through the light, Zhou Qingyu saw several figures running away, slowly moved to the front of the car, and saw the man leaning on the car with one hand covering his arm.

"You're hurt?" Zhou Qingyu looked at the bright red blood stains between the man's fingers.

The man covered his arms, panting, and looked sideways at Zhou Qingyu, who had moved to the front of the car.

Under the night, he could vaguely see the sharp edges and corners, and the moment he looked at that look, Zhou Qingyu's eyes suddenly widened, "Ke Yixuan? ”