Chapter 507 Old Classmate

Master Yan felt sick after hearing this. What did he miss?

Did he miss the chance to have a soft and fragrant embrace tonight?

"Wen Xuxu, get off." He suddenly let go.

Fortunately, Xuxu was agile and hugged his neck in time, so she didn't slide off his back all of a sudden, otherwise her butt would definitely be broken.

She landed on her feet, frowned and yelled at Yan Rusheng with dissatisfaction, "Yan Rusheng, you are crazy, do you want to throw me to death?"

Yan Rusheng glared at her coldly, "Stupid woman, I just want to throw you to death."

She didn't remind him before she had that idea.

After saying that, he turned around, put his hands in his suit pants pockets, and walked forward with big strides.

Xuxu looked at his arrogant back and couldn't help it. She covered her mouth and laughed.

She followed him in footsteps. They were obviously walking, and the frequency of their steps was the same, but the distance between them was getting farther and farther.

They had walked on this road many times before, exactly the same as now.

At that time, she always chased him desperately, thinking that if she caught up with him, they could be together.

So she ran, ran to catch up with him, and walked side by side with him, but as soon as she stopped and resumed her normal speed, the distance between them would soon widen again.

She always chased him like this, caught up with him and was thrown away by him again, chasing him throughout the flower season and rainy season.

Until later Fang Jiayin appeared, she always walked behind them.

He held Fang Jiayin's hand, and they were always side by side, and she understood.

In love, if the other person does not cooperate, it will not work if one person works hard.

"Asheng." Xuxu thought, shouted at the tall back, then raised her foot to catch up, held his hand, and walked with him.

"Xuxu?"

Suddenly, a strange man's voice called her name, and she stopped and looked at the place where the voice came from with great confusion.

Next to her was a small shop with lights on, which was the home of the former English teacher.

A thin man came out of the small shop. The man wore gold-rimmed glasses and a pair of warm slippers on his feet, and walked towards her with a smile.

"Are you Wen Xuxu?" The man came to Xuxu, looked at her face, and asked uncertainly.

"Yes." Xuxu also stared at the other person's face and looked at him, "You are Zhao Zheng, right?"

The son of the English teacher.

Zhao Zheng was a little excited when Xuxu called out his name, "Yes, I didn't expect you to still remember me."

Xuxu smiled and said, "Old classmate, how could I not remember."

Zhao Zheng scratched the back of his head when he heard it, looking a little honest, "Why are you still here so late?"

Xuxu pointed to the fried rice noodle shop in front and replied, "I miss the snacks here, come and have some."

"Oh." Zhao Zheng nodded, and then suddenly sighed again, "Xuxu, I didn't expect you to be with Yan Rusheng."

Xuxu smiled and didn't respond. She didn't know how to respond.

In fact, most of the time when old classmates meet, they are like this. In addition to asking about marital status, they ask about career development. Other than that, it's like now, awkward and speechless.

"Isn't this the first in our class in the English department?"

Yan Rusheng's voice arrived before he did, and his cold voice was mixed with a hint of sarcasm.

Xu Xu thought of the last time he mocked Zhao Zhengwen in front of her for his poor handwriting and wrote love letters like a primary school student writing an essay.