593: C593 Keep Chasing

C593 Keep Chasing

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Lin Qing refused to admit defeat and chased Ouyang Qing'an all the way to the school. When they were by the Seine River, they were even teased by the guests on the luxury boats.

They could only see Ouyang Qing'an and Lin Qing walking in front and behind them. The little girl was obviously chasing them relentlessly. The guests used French couriers to agree to this. They wished Lin Qing could catch up to their sweetheart as soon as possible.

The romantic France did not care if it was a woman chasing after a man or a man chasing after a woman. As long as there was a lover together, it was enough.

Ouyang Qing'an had a roommate named Jack. The name in Mandarin was also very simple and crude, and it was called Jack. Under everyone's influence, including his grandmother's influence, Jack's Mandarin could be said fluently.

Before he walked to the dining hall of the school, he saw Lin Qing following closely behind Ouyang Qing'an. Oh my god, it's this girl again. Jack couldn't help but curse in Mandarin.

One should know that this girl broke into their dormitory and almost scared Jack half to death. It wasn't really a big deal to break into their dormitory, but why did she break into their dormitory at midnight?

At that time, Jack thought it was an earthquake, but when he found out that this little girl came to the dormitory just to ask Ouyang Qing'an a question, his face distorted.

He still remembered that Lin Qing had asked him at that time, "Do you like me or not?"

Please, just this one thing, can't you use the phone or even contact me tomorrow? Must it be at this time?

France already had a phone, so most of their communications were also relying on it. Although it was a simplified version, not comparable to the smartphones of the 21st century, it was already convenient for everyone's daily life and communication.

Later on, Lin Qing left. She did not cry or make a fuss.

The companions in the company did not know why Jack was so abnormal and even asked a few questions. Jack had a bitter face. He first said goodbye to these classmates and then went to chase after Ouyang Qing'an.

When they were eating, they finally met Ouyang Qing'an. He still had lingering fears as he looked around for Lin Qing's figure.

"Hey buddy, did she come to find you again?"

Ouyang Qing'an replied nonchalantly and continued to stand there waiting for the meal to be served. Lin Qing was not like this for two days a day. He had long gotten used to it.

Jack absolutely admired Ouyang Qing'an. But he thought that without ___'s face, how could there be a little girl pestering him? Although Jack was a white man and also a mixed-blood, he was not as good-looking as Ouyang Qing'an.

These two people stood out, and both of them received the most attention from Ouyang Qing'an.

"Qing'an, when are you going to send her away? She really knows how to make trouble."

"Sorry, but I think this situation will be improved soon."

Improve? Jack could not think of any other way to improve it, unless he was no longer in France. Wait, Jack's eyes widened slightly. He seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

He looked around and deliberately lowered his voice. "Are you planning to return to the country, Qing'an?"

Originally, Jack wanted to invite Ouyang Qing'an to his home. His grandmother was also from China. It was very difficult for people from China to meet their own people on the streets of Paris, France. Therefore, his grandmother kept thinking about Qing'an and wanted Jack to bring him home.

Ouyang Qing'an nodded without a trace. He had been away from China for a long time. Besides, he would graduate in a year. He could go back to his hometown and meet his beloved girl.

She had not sent him any letters all these years. She must hate him.

Jack scratched his head and opened his mouth, feeling a little frustrated. He was still worried about how he could ask Qing'an to go to his house before he could come up with an excuse. Someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

"Jack, Qing'an, how have you been?"

Again and again, it was the devil's voice.

Jack's neck stiffened. He turned his head with difficulty and looked. Hehe, it was indeed this enemy again.

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