Chen Qiwen came in a suit and briefcase.

"Chen Qiwen! It's really you!" The squad leader rushed up and looked around Chen Qiwen, "We haven't seen each other for several years."

Chen Qiwen seemed to have just come over from get off work, with golden glasses on his nose, smiling at the squad leader: "It's only been two years."

After saying that, his eyes turned back, as if he was looking for another figure.

Everyone started to greet each other at the door, and Yan Mian and Song Qingyou sat in the corner.

Yan Mian looked into his head: "Youyou, it's Chen Qiwen."

Song Qingyou looked helpless: "If Chen Qi hears, Chen Qi hears it. Is there anything special?"

Yan Mian threw a charming look at her: "Didn't you ever have a good impression of him? Although you don't like him now, you can't have a spiritual meeting when you meet again."

When Song Qingyou saw her teasing herself, she raised her eyebrows slightly: "Why would you let Fu Wenzhou have a spiritual meeting?"

Yan Mian: "..." There is no need to.

Song Qingyou curled her lips, and the light in front of her suddenly dimmed, and the surroundings were covered by shadows. She slowly raised her eyes and smiled slightly, "Chen Qiwen, long time no see."

Chen Qiwen stretched out his hand at her, his eyes darkened: "Long time no see."

The four words of single have already rolled in his throat for a few times.

Song Qingyou looked at the palm that was stretched over, and was stunned for a moment, then grabbed it, leaving at the touch, so close that Chen Qiwen didn't even feel the temperature in his palm.

Chen Qiwen was called away soon. The class monitor drank a little too much. He hooked his shoulders with a cooked look and said that he had not changed at all, and was still as cold as he was when he was in school.

Chen Qiwen responded politely throughout the whole process, but he couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy, but he refused everyone and drank every glass of wine that everyone toasted.

Yan Mian looked over there and whispered: "I didn't expect that Chen Qiwen can drink so much now. I still remember that when we were having dinner at school, he would blush when he drank the low-degree fruit wine. Now he was drinking white wine. My heart won’t beat anymore.”

Song Qingyou smiled lightly and said, "People always become."

Yan Mian sighed a little: "But we haven't changed."

Song Qingyou paused and said, "You think I haven't changed because I've changed before I know you. You think you haven't changed because you have been well protected since childhood. And Chen Qiwen , the class monitor, student committee member, class beauty, and they don’t have a background like us, nor do they have connections like us, they can only rely on their own efforts. Every second, hard work is very important, but this society is useless to rely on hard work alone. If you enter the society, It is difficult to get things done without the ability to get along with everything.”

Talking at the dinner table is a bad habit, but it has been difficult to change for a century.

Even Chen Qiwen, who is so arrogant, cannot avoid being immigrant.

Song Qingyou couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

A complex society can really change many people, but it is already very rare that Chen Qiwen still goes through difficulties and obstacles on the road of medicine to break out his own path and never forgets his original intention.

In fact, Song Qingyou appreciates Chen Qiwen more, but this appreciation is not enough to grow into likes.

Yan Mian seemed to understand but he could vaguely understand what Song Qingyou said. He glanced at Chen Qiwen and said, "When I saw Chen Qiwen, I regret not going to the hospital after graduation."

Song Qingyou helped her fill the empty cup with orange juice and whispered: "There are many kinds of roads, just be happy yourself. It's not that you have to make some contribution to society. Everyone's ideals and ambitions are different."

Yan Mian hugged Song Qingyou's arm intimately: "Youyou, you are right, then I'll be at home as a waste. Anyway, the sky is falling and my brother will hold on."

Song Qingyou sometimes envied Yan Shaoqin and Yan Mian's previous relationship, and she saw family affection in them.

Sometimes people have nothing to ask for.

The class reunion is about to end, and everyone is still gathering together to show that they are not enough to chat. Yan Mie extended the dinner time for another hour. Chen Qiwen was surrounded in the middle throughout the whole process, and many people came to Song Qingyou to try to get some near.

After all, in this circle, Yan Mian and Song Qingyou have the strongest background. No matter how powerful Chen Qiwen is, he cannot compare to the status of the Song family and Yan family in the capital.

Song Qingyou made some excuses to go to the observation deck outside.

The time that she had agreed with Fu Wenzhou was one more hour, and Song Qingyou was even more angry when she was afraid that Fu Wenzhou would not be able to wait for her at home, so she should not turn around and get angry again.

As soon as she took out her cell phone, she was about to call Fu Wenzhou, and a low call came from behind her.

"Song Qingyou."

When Song Qingyou heard this, her fingertips paused and turned halfway: "Chen Qiwen? What's wrong?"

Chen Qiwen walked a few steps forward and stopped one meter away from Song Qingyou, maintaining a sense of proportion: "I heard you are getting married."

Song Qingyou couldn't figure out what he suddenly asked what this meant, but she admitted generously: "Well, it should be in September. It depends on my husband's arrangements for the details."

Chen Qiwen's eyes dimmed after the lenses, and his eyes were locked on Song Qingyou's face: "Is it him?"

Song Qingyou was stunned, but she didn't expect Chen Qiwen to remember it.

Chen Qiwen did not hear the reply, and patiently repeated: "Is it him? When you rejected me, you said that you promised someone would wait for him to come back, so, is it still him?"

The sunset is set above the observation deck, the stars are shining, and the sound of wind is rustling in my ears.

Song Qingyou paused for a long time before speaking: "Well, it's him."

After a pause, she looked at Chen Qiwen, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "I broke the contract on his way, but fortunately, he has been choosing me firmly."

Chen Qiwen's heart was suffocated and his eyes were burning: "If I hadn't chosen to study abroad but stayed in China, would it be me who was with you?"

Song Qingyou was a little embarrassed. It had been so long since the incident, and she didn't know why Chen Qiwen mentioned this matter.

"I rejected you before not because you were going abroad for further study, but because we were not suitable, and..." Song Qingyou said with a giggle and cry: "I don't like you."

Chen Qiwen suddenly frowned: "How could it be? Didn't Yan Mian say you have a good impression of me?"
Chapter completed!