Chapter 897 (1/2)

In the car, Zhang Ya was a little shocked at Zhuang Ya's sudden joining, but didn't say anything directly.

”Hello.” But Zhuang Ya said hello to Zhang Ya first.

”Hi.” Zhang Ya nodded with a smile.

”By the way, what's your relationship with Yan Lecheng?” Nine son suddenly extremely gossip asked a mouth: ”Friday saw you at the school gate there ah.”

”No It doesn't matter. ” There was something unnatural on Zhuangya's face: ”friend.” Are they friends? Zhuang Ya didn't know it.

”Oh.” Xiangjiu'er replied without asking again.

The atmosphere in the car is a little strange.

Up to the bookstore on Huimin Road, we didn't say anything more.

”Here we are.” Chang Ning stopped the car and said, ”Miss, do you want me to go in with you?”

”No.” ”Just wait here,” said ilanyou

”Yes.” Chang congealed and left his head in the car.

After getting out of the car, Zhuangya could not help looking back at the car and approaching ilanyou and asked, ”is that your bodyguard? How handsome. ”

”No, she's my assistant.” Yilanyou replied.

”Wow, assistant.” Zhuang Ya not only whines, ”you rich people are different, but also assistants.”

Ilanyou just nodded his head and said nothing more.

”This way.” Zhuang Ya leads the other three people into the shop: ”Mr. Xu, I'll do some comic reading.”

”Sister Zhuang ya, here you are.” A girl wearing a cloth apron came out and said with a smile, ”my uncle is in the inner room. Please wait a moment.”

”OK.” Zhuangya answered and wandered around his brother's shelf full of books, reaching for some comic books.

Ilanyou looks around the small bookstore, which can only be regarded as a small bookstore in terms of scale, with romance novels on the left, comics and science fiction on the right.

There is also a Book rental service. The price written by the black marker is posted on the wall. The novel is 10 yuan a week, and the comic book is 5 yuan a week.

The typeface is neat and square. It's very comfortable to watch.

”Zhuangya, here you are.” A thick middle-aged man with a white face, a pair of black rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a simple smile on his face.

”Miss Xu.” Zhuang Ya smiled and said, ”how are you doing?”

”Very good.” The middle-aged man's eyes turned away from Zhuangya and turned around yilanyou and others, and finally stopped on Zhang Ya: ”you are Zhang Ya. ”

”Yes.” Zhang Ya nodded and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, but he didn't feel any impression.

”You and Zhuangya used to look a bit like each other. Now, after so many years, they still look like each other.” Mr. Xu said with a smile.

”Mr. Xu, do you remember Zhang Ya?” Elanyou interposed.

”Remember.” Mr. Xu smiled and nodded: ”our orphanage is located in a remote place, and there are very few children who can be adopted by real rich families. Most things like Zhang Ya will be remembered. ”