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At that time, he realized that Qi Xueyao was in trouble, so he asked Qi Xueyao to admit his mistake and write it for inspection, and there may be room for redemption.

It's a pity that Qi Xueyao is not interested, even if Qi Zheng I is his boss, he is not good at participating too much.

Qin Jian and Rong Xun's mobile phones rang at the same time.

Neither of them evaded and picked up the phone directly.

Qin Jian: "Old man, I'll come over right away." ”

"Grandpa, Qi Xueyao's book, I have already sent it, and I will come over right away with Qin Jian and An Yin now." Rong Xun heard what Old Man Rong said, and suddenly glanced at An Yin quickly, "Okay, I know." ”

Rong Xun hung up the phone and looked at An Yin, "My grandfather said that he wants to have a meal with you in a while." ”

"Me?"

"Hmm. It's around here, so you won't miss your afternoon class. ”

Even Old Man Qin and Old Man Rong came to Han No. 1 Middle School together.

An Yin was a little surprised, she could refuse Rong Xun, but it was not good to refuse Old Man Rong, and looked at Qin Jian.

"Go ahead, together." Qin Jian also just answered the old man's phone call and wanted to accompany Old Man Rong to eat together, just so he could take this opportunity to understand why Old Man Rong was so interested in An Yin.

"Yes."

Qin Jian and Rong Xun stopped talking and walked to the small arch bridge on the west side of the campus in front of them.

The arch bridge used to be a faculty housing area.

Anyin's shoelaces were loose, and she squatted down to tie her shoes.

Behind him, there was the sound of wheels pressing against the road.

Qin Jian and Rong Xun stopped at the same time, looked sideways behind them together, and An Yin couldn't help but look back.

A middle-aged man with a quiet and calm appearance walked past her with a wheelchair and onto the bridge.

The person in the wheelchair saw Qin Jian and Rong Xun at the head of the bridge, raised his hand, and signaled the middle-aged man behind him to stop.

An Yin's angle can only see the side face of the person.

The young masters of the Qin family are better than one another, plus Rong Xun and Qi Qing, who have recently met recently, there is no one who is not an extremely outstanding man.

But when Anyin saw the man, her breath was choking.

What a beautiful person!

He was about twenty years old, with very white skin, a thin face, ink-stained eyebrows, narrow corners, eyes like a cold pool, a high nose, and pale lips.

This face is delicate and cannot be added or subtracted.

Outside the thin white crewneck shirt, a white cardigan was draped, and the loose shape could not hide his even body.

The hand resting on the armrest of the wheelchair has slender and thin fingers.

Even in a wheelchair, it is flawless.

He sat in a wheelchair, his back straight, but his thin body looked cold, revealing a sense of indifference, which made people look at it and give birth to an indescribable sense of loneliness.

However, this cold and lonely can't help but make people feel pity, and they want to help him warm up the world.

Qin Jian looked at the person who came, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

The man glanced at Qin Jian, and Qing Ting's eyes were filled with disdain, "It's really unlucky." ”

Qin Jian snorted coldly, also with a look of disdain.

Rong Xun looked at Qin Jian, then at the young man in the wheelchair, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Dusk Jinyan?" ”

An Yin's heart tightened suddenly, the people of the Twilight family?

The young man named Du Jinyan looked at Rong Xun, his eyes were like thousands of years of snow in a glacier, so cold that people couldn't help but shudder, and his face was also so light that there was no expression.

With just a glance, he withdrew his gaze, did not answer Rong Xun's question, and turned his head to the middle-aged man behind him: "Ah Kun, let's go back." The voice was as cold as cold air seeping through a crack in the ice.

ps: Recently, the website has been cracked down, and I was notified to change the profile, so I thought hard about the introduction, and the word will only be coded tomorrow, good night babies.

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