After a misdiagnosis, I escaped from a wealthy family

Xu Yi did not expect to meet Lin Chen by such a coincidence.

The surprise in the other party's eyes dissipated quickly, he looked as usual, raised his hand to straighten the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose, glanced at Yan Donglin who had a slightly unfriendly eyes, and hinted implicitly, "Long time no see, let's chat in another place? "

Only then did Xu Yi notice the mess on the left and right, and nodded apologetically, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, the three of them walked to the coffee shop not far away, and a few young people who looked like students greeted Lin Chen with smiles, "Hello, teacher."

Listening to these clear voices, Xu Yi had a little understanding of Lin Chen's current occupation.

When we got to the coffee shop, after ordering the food, Lin Chen explained, "I chose to stay in school after graduation."

The answer is basically the same as what I guessed. Lin Chen was very strong in both academic performance and work ability when he was in school, and he was highly valued by the school leaders. If you stay, you will basically not be rejected.

While chatting, the waiter brought the coffee.

Lin Chen took a sip of 'Ice American Style', and asked back, "Is this a special trip to see Professor Pei?"

"Yeah." Xu Yi nodded lightly, without concealing it.

Because in college, apart from Professor Pei helping him a lot, Lin Chen, the class monitor, also helped him a lot. There is a high probability that he will not have the chance to come back in the future, so he happened to say goodbye with Lin Chen.

Lin Chen smiled and said, "Professor Pei will only have classes in the first and second periods of the afternoon tomorrow, so you can consider making an appointment for dinner."

After a pause, he added: "I am in the same study group as the professor, and I happen to be working as a teacher's assistant. I know the professor's working hours relatively well. If tomorrow is not suitable, you can make another appointment with me. I will tell the professor. , It will be easier than your online communication.

Xu Yi thinks this method is good, it is much more convenient than he had to confirm the professor's time online before making an appointment.

"Tomorrow is fine, thank you monitor, I will confirm with the professor on WeChat later."

Lin Chen waved his hand, indicating that you are welcome, and while putting the cup on the saucer, he asked Yan Donglin to Xu Yi with some interest, "Who is this?"

Yan Donglin didn't move his body, but cast his eyes over him, maintaining a calm face.

Here they come, facing the two staring eyes, Xu Yi didn't panic, because he had already expected such a scene when he met Lin Chen.

He confessed: "This is my object."

There was not much change on Yan Donglin's face, only a little bit of a smile appeared in his eyes, and he calmly nodded at the man with gold-rimmed glasses opposite him.

Lin Chen didn't seem surprised by the fact that Yan Donglin was a boy, and he also responded politely.

I briefly chatted about the changes in the school, and the experience of the years of graduation, and the time passed unconsciously...

Lin Chen raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist, showing a little apology, "Sorry, I still have self-study tonight, I have to go back to school."

Xu Yi misses the tradition of evening self-study for the students of H University in their freshman and sophomore years. Although the students are very self-conscious in their self-study, it does not mean that the teacher can not be present, because there is no guarantee that no students will ask questions .

Xu Yi took advantage of the opportunity to invite, "If the squad leader is free tomorrow, let's come together."

Lin Chen shook his head and said: "Your sister-in-law has returned to her mother's house, and the two children will stay at home without going to school. .”

Seeing that the other party refused, Xu Yi did not continue the invitation.

When someone pushed open the door of the coffee shop, Yan Donglin cast his gaze over and said slowly, "You had a good relationship with him before?"

Xu Yi was stunned for a moment, and then realized what the ancestor was thinking.

But he was open-minded in the first place, so he didn't feel that there was anything to be shy about. He replied: "The monitor used to take good care of me at school."

At the beginning, he was the only southerner in the class, and because of his personality, he didn't get along very well with other students. He was ridiculed by some thorns for some trivial matters. Every time those people wanted to say something, Lin Chen would stand up. come out.

Because of the class monitor's position and being close to the teacher, the students in the class were somewhat in awe of Lin Chen, and gradually stopped making trouble.

"You really shouldn't be named Yan." Xu Yi took a sip of the slightly caramel-sweet cappuccino, squinted his eyes, and said with a smile, "It should be renamed Vinegar Bucket." Eat vinegar.

Yan Donglin didn't care and said: "You have to be willing to shout, I don't mind."

Compared with Xu Yi's low vigilance, he could feel that Lin Chen's feelings for Xu Yi were not just simple classmates.However, after hearing that the other party got married and had children, Yan Donglin lost his vigilance too much.

He knew that Xu Yi respected a complete family, which meant that in front of Xu Yi, even if Lin Chen had other thoughts after getting married, he would not appear in Xu Yi's consideration.

As for opponents who are not competitive, Yan Donglin doesn't think it is necessary for him to spend his energy on guarding against them.

After returning to the hotel, Xu Yi communicated with the professor online about the time to meet - it was tomorrow night.

After confirming, he searched around the surrounding delicacies on his mobile phone, picked and compared, and then settled on a restaurant. He was not in a hurry to send the restaurant information to the professor, but waited until tomorrow there would be no midway changes before sending it.

"After dinner with the teacher, can you take me to the bar?"

Xu Yi turned his head and glanced at Yan Donglin, with anticipation in his round eyes.

"What do you want?" Yan Donglin was a little wary of this person's whim.

Therefore, instead of nodding in agreement immediately, he tried to confirm the person's purpose.

Xu Yi simply felt that if he didn't dance once, his life would be a bit imperfect.

But this reason is obviously not convincing, he whispered: "I just want to go."

He felt that Yan Donglin should be a veteran of the liquor store, and if he was too happy to play, there must be a corpse picker.

"What else do you want to do?" Yan Donglin faintly felt that this person had something to say.

Sure enough, Xu Yi said excitedly: "I also want to get a tattoo, a 'Xing Yan'."

It blooms in the morning and fades in the evening. Although the flowering period is short, it has been brilliant, just like the current self.

After hearing this, Yan Donglin twitched his forehead. Seeing this man's face eager to try, he strangled these thoughts without thinking, but he couldn't stand Xu Yi's gaze. He said in a deep voice, "Going to bars is fine, but tattoos are not."

No one in the tattoo parlor here knew if it was clean, and he didn't dare to make fun of Xu Yi's life.

If he really wanted to get a tattoo, he had to find someone to do it, at least it wouldn't involve any danger.

"Deal." Xu Yi didn't feel sad because he was rejected for a tattoo, this is the routine he summed up.

Given two choices with a certain degree of repulsion, only through a conspicuous comparison of the two, Yan Donglin will choose the lesser of the two and agree to his true thoughts.

This method has been tried and tested repeatedly, and Xu Yi has made it very clear.

Yan Donglin realized that he had been caught in a trick of talking, and the corners of his eyes twitched -- this man really ate him to death.

Fortunately, they are all requests with a sense of proportion, and if you make a concession, you will make a concession, and there is no serious problem.