80s small fortune bag

Chapter 337
"Bai Jie, Bai Jie! I've been looking for you for a long time, why are you hiding here?" Luo Zhiyuan held up his wine glass, his chubby figure was about to explode the suit wrapped around him.

"Leave me alone?"

Bai Jie turned around. This Luo Zhiyuan seemed to like her and kept pestering her.

Bai Jie was both a little proud and disgusted, because it showed that she was quite popular, but Luo Zhiyuan was too fat, like a pig, very greasy, it would be nice if he was a handsome guy.

"Who made you angry? I'll help you teach him a lesson!" Luo Zhiyuan turned around again and raised his fist like a sandbag and said.

Bai Jie rolled her eyes, who else could it be, Jiang Yu of course, and it will be the final of the speaking competition soon.

Recently, she found a lot of people who wanted to find a way out, but found that the oral English final was not as easy as she thought. Before she found a way out, she had already spent all the money she got from Sun Shengfang.

Bai Jie didn't dare to go home to ask for money, but she couldn't make a fool of herself on TV, so she raised her eyes and looked at Luo Zhiyuan with a greasy face, and had an idea in her heart.

It's impossible that the young master of the Luo family doesn't have some pocket money, right?

After the banquet, the guests left and the old house became quiet.

The old man and the old lady went on a trip, apart from the servants, Jiang Xuan is the only owner left in this house.

He is staying here temporarily tonight.

Every child of Jiang's family has their own room here, and they live in it when they go home for the New Year.

Jiang Xuan came back often because he wanted to talk about work with Mr. Jiang.

"Sister-in-law Wang, where did grandpa put the photo album at home?"

Sister-in-law Wang is the longest serving servant in Jiang's house. After a while, she brought three thick photo albums to Jiang Xuan, and Jiang Xuan directly opened the oldest one.

What catches the eye are all black and white photos, all of them are of the old man and the old lady, there were no color photos at that time.

In the photo, the two men are handsome and gentle, and they seem to match very well. Since he was young, Mr. Jiang has vaguely had an aura different from ordinary people.

Jiang Xuan turned back and found that there were only a dozen black and white old photos in total, because people at that time didn't often take pictures, which was a relatively extravagant thing.

Until I turned to a photo of a young old lady holding a baby.

In order to protect these old photos, they were all sealed in plastic to avoid damage.

Jiang Xuan took it out from the inside, and the baby on it was his fourth uncle who was lost when he was a child.

Today Jiang Ya called him to the corner and said that she might have news about the fourth uncle, and the reason why she recognized it was because his daughter looked a bit like an old lady when she was young, but the specific identity could not be determined.

Jiang Xuan pondered for a while, but decided not to tell his grandparents, and wait until the investigation is clear. After all, the fourth uncle is the heart disease of the two old people. In the end, it was empty joy.

In the next few days, Jiang Xuan arranged the company's affairs and booked a plane ticket to Beihuai City.

The basketball game has reached the finals. The teams competing for the finals are Huo An's Finance Class 3 and English Class 1, and the seniors play against the juniors.

Huo An only played one game for the class, and others took his place. Although they all won, judging from the score and the support on the spot, they were not as good as Huo An.

So in order to increase the chances of winning the final, they hope that Huo An can participate in this game.

"Do you want me to attend or not?"

When Jiang Yu and Huo An practiced speaking together, he asked.

Huo An's spoken English is much better than hers, and her vocabulary is also larger. It is said that the two of them practiced together, but in fact it is Huo An who guides Jiang Yu more.

Now there is still a week before the finals, and it is no problem for Huo An to take about two hours to participate in the basketball game.

"...I, I don't know, you decide for yourself."

Jiang Yu took a pen and drew randomly on the paper, a little absent-minded.

She didn't know what was going on recently, but she always had strange dreams, dreaming that she threw herself into Huo An's arms, just like the previous two times.

It was because she could not concentrate on anything other than studying, and she didn't dare to look at his face in her free time, because she always thought of those dreams, and then her cheeks became hot.

Jiang Yu almost wondered if he was allergic to Huo An.

"In that case, I will reject them when I go back." Huo An said indifferently.

Not to mention his sense of collective honor, he wouldn't have too many other feelings even if someone who had nothing to do with him died of illness in front of him.

Apathy, selfishness, lack of empathy, emotions he knows many people share, but not as much as he does.

This is a disease that needs to be treated, but there seems to be no doctor related to it in China.

Huo An had to read some related foreign books, but he still couldn't be cured. Maybe he was sick from the root, or why his hair color was naturally different from normal people?

Except for Mr. Huo, Jiang Yu was the only one who allowed him to show warm colors at first. For Jiang Yu, he accepted Jiang Niqiu, Su Ye and others.

Huo An lowered his head, not daring to let Jiang Yu see the paranoia in his eyes.

In order to catch this warm fire, he is willing to do anything.

"Oh don't, if you read books all day and don't exercise, your body will be prone to rust, and you are very good at basketball, why don't you join in."

Jiang Yu didn't dare to raise her head, fearing that Huo An would see her flushed face when she raised her head.

In fact, what she wants to say is that he looks very handsome playing basketball, and she wants to see it.

Huo An looked at her hair inquiringly, "For sports, I can run, but I don't have to be good at basketball to play. The honor of the class has nothing to do with me. Is it okay to be the first in the grade?"

This... Jiang Yu was speechless.

She knows Huo An's personality best. He is indeed not someone who would sacrifice himself for some class honor.

It seems that there is no necessary reason, he will not type, Jiang Yu's left index finger unconsciously strokes on the tip of the pen, leaving many blue handwriting on the skin.

But she really wanted to see him fight, the more Huo An didn't want to fight, the more she wanted to watch.

Jiang Yu bit her lip and said, "I want to see you fight."

Hearing that she finally said this sentence, "So you like it," deliberately prolonging the word like, "Then I'll go and type it."

It's almost like saying "I fight for you".

After all, it was the final of the basketball game. Before the start of the game, there was a lot of publicity on campus, and the list of players for the two sides was also announced in advance.

Seeing Huo An's name, many girls thought of his white-haired posture on the court, and they all shouted in their hearts that they must cheer for him, and some ran to buy a lot of mints or went to the pharmacy to buy it. Golden voice, in case the voice becomes hoarse after the game.

Jiang Yu didn't exaggerate that much, but only she knew that Huo An was willing to play because of her words.

(End of this chapter)