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"Holy shit, how much does this car cost..." The classmates stared straight-eyed, "It's so cool. Your family is so rich, why didn't you tell me earlier!!"

Cheng Jiaoxiao sneered: "I don't know what kind of car your young master comes in every morning and what the fuss is about."

Song Yanqing looked indifferent, said nothing, and seemed a little uninterested.

His father got out of the back seat and saw the boy standing straight. His stern eyebrows softened slightly, he nodded, walked up to him, and straightened his collar.

He zipped it all the way up.

Cold, damp weather.

A mature and elegant man wearing a black coat, and a high school student in his prime in front of the teaching building.

The dean of students was talking to his parents, and Song Yanqing turned around and continued to take charge of other parents.

What surprised Cheng Xuran was that Song Yanqing's father was actually her father's direct boss.

Her father was engaged in development work in the technical department at Songjiang Group. At that time, Songjiang Group had not yet developed to the point where it was an important player in the country. Everything seemed to be very simple at that time, or maybe they thought too simply at the beginning.

The parents of the two families were negotiating, and Cheng Xuran stood in the distance, looking at them and feeling a chill in his eyelashes. It turned out to be falling raindrops, falling on the soft and pure white down jacket.

Back again.

Song Yanqing can no longer be seen.

Song Yanqing was not interested in these things, so he had the patience to do so until now.

When the parent-teacher meeting officially started, he left. He didn't know where he was going, and he never saw anyone.

The parent-teacher meeting lasted for nearly two and a half hours. At that time, Cheng Xuran wandered aimlessly along the path, with slippery gravel under his feet. He rubbed his hands a little cold, his fingertips were red, and his ears were also red from the cold.

Unknowingly, I walked to the desolate and silent back wall of No. [-] Middle School and accidentally bumped into that picture.

The boy was still wearing his school uniform, talking to Cheng Jiaoxiao with a cigarette between his fingers, and his figure was as tall as a green pine tree.

The slowly rising smoke outlined his outline in an unusually cold manner, and his eyebrows were blurred and profound.

There is a deviant purity when he smiles.

Just half an hour ago, as a representative of the student union, he received parents from the city's key No. [-] middle school.

Cheng Jiaoxiao was with his girlfriend, holding a cigarette in his mouth, acting intimately, handsome and energetic.

His girlfriend is very attractive, with a winter sling, a slim waist, tattoos, a dashing appearance, a social sister, older than Cheng Jiaoxiao, and dropped out of junior high school before finishing.

Cheng Jiaoxiao started dating her in junior high school and fell in love with her.

Being able to meet his girlfriend during this period must be attributed to Song Yanqing.

My girlfriend is a bartender, and she and Song Yanqing played very well at first, and they have known each other for a longer time. Song Yanqing often goes to the bar to play drums on weekends. After going back and forth, he brought Cheng Jiaoxiao with him, and the two started flirting.

During that time, Song Yanqing sneered when he saw them.

Even though Cheng Jiaoxiao looked like he had been with her many times, she was so innocent, it was just her first love, and she broke her heart.

Cheng Xuran watched that scene, then turned and left after a few seconds.

The sky was dark and a storm was coming. She was wearing a thick down jacket. As she was walking on the road, someone suddenly tapped her on her left shoulder. When she turned around, she saw the young man's frail figure.

I don’t feel cold even if I only wear a school uniform.

He smelled of smoke, mixed with the coldness of rain and snow, but surprisingly it wasn't unpleasant, or maybe it was his filter.

It drifted onto Cheng Xuran's breath, and her heartbeat began to accelerate.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Xuran looked up at him and asked, his voice kept calm and nonchalant.