old love contract

Chapter 7

Seeing that Lu Jichen didn't answer, Su Qiao continued, "Don't worry, Ray doesn't know that I'm his biological mother, I respect the meaning of the Lu family." With a lonely tone, she turned around after finishing speaking.

Lu Jichen still didn't speak, lowered his head, staring blankly at the child in his arms.

Su Qiao didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, Lu Jichen had changed in recent years.

Even more taciturn, immersed in the world of design and architecture, just like a monk who is a monk is practicing.

The car stopped halfway, Su Qiao got out of the car, and Lu Jichen took the child back to Lu's house.

The living room on the first floor of the Lu family mansion is brightly lit and luxuriously decorated. A huge court-style crystal chandelier hangs from the center of the roof, shining on the utensils on the coffee table.

Lu Jichen came in with the child in his arms, the servant Xu Ma came over, took the child from his arms, went upstairs, his eyes fell on the parents on the sofa, and turned around.

"Are you going out again?" Cao Huixian, who was dressed elegantly and luxuriously in a plain cheongsam, yelled when his son turned around to go out.

Lu Jichen turned around, nodded, "I want to go out."

"Where are you going so late?" Cao Huixian asked displeasedly, and stood up.

"Go for a walk." After Lu Jichen finished speaking, he turned around.

"I heard that you took Su Qiao to a wedding banquet tonight? Lu Jichen, you'd better keep a distance from Su Qiao!" Cao Huixian shouted in a low voice, Lu Jichen didn't say anything, and had already taken a step.

"Don't feel guilty about her, she did it willingly back then!" Cao Huixian shouted again, Lu Jichen's figure had already walked into the courtyard, and she sighed angrily.

After ten o'clock in the evening, the campus was silent, and on Fridays, there were very few people. Even couples who were dating in secluded paths, small bamboo forests, or small gardens left at this time.

The high-heeled shoes made a crisp sound as they stepped on the concrete floor. The bright moonlight penetrated through the branches of the hawthorn tree, and occasionally passed over her face, shining brightly on the ground.

"I heard that Lover's Lake will be filled in! A teaching building will be built! Really! This broken school is becoming more and more inhumane!"

Girls passing by put their arms around their boyfriend's arms and complained loudly.

"Hey, it's just right, I'll take you to a room later..."

"Shen Bin! You hate it!"

"Ah... it hurts so much! Damn girl!"

Qiao Ran turned her head and looked at the young couple chasing and running, flirting, she raised her lips.

What a beautiful age, what a beautiful youth.

Lover Lake, one of the famous scenery of Los Angeles University.

The lake body is formed by the connection of two lakes. If viewed from a height, it looks like a pair of lovers holding hands.If someone in the school wants to confess, usually bring the other party here, and the other party will understand.

Lu Jichen was also La Qiaoran who came here at the beginning.

At that time, as soon as he came over, she exclaimed in shock, kissed, and swallowed her voice. When she pushed him away, she asked foolishly, "What are you doing?"

Lu Jichen said: "What can I do by bringing you here? Qiao Ran, remember, don't flirt with each other in the future, women must be virtuous and virtuous!"

Take her to Lover's Lake, ten seconds, without even saying "I like you", it's considered a confession to her!

But that night, Qiao Ran still shed tears uncontrollably. Lu Jichen, her natural enemy, never gave her a straight look. Her deadly enemy, Lu Jichen, actually likes her too!

By the lake, in the pavilion, she was squatting. The light from her mobile phone illuminated the pillars of the pavilion. At the bottom, there was a row of clear small characters. The location was very special. A row of characters is brushed away.

Qiao Ran and Lu Jichen will never be separated!

Nov. 2007, 3

That's what she ordered him to engrave with his swiss army knife stroke by stroke.

At this time, in the corner, the man crawled in the darkness, quietly, looking at the figure of the woman in the gazebo, his fists clenched.

(End of this chapter)