Chapter 401

Wang Zibo is not like high school now. He thinks that "going to the hotel" is just accommodation, but he is still not used to hearing Chen Hansheng say it: "I don't want that. I always feel that if it really happens, I must be responsible for other people's life

"You can save it."

Chen Hansheng directly interrupted: "you want to be responsible. Huang Hui doesn't have to be responsible for you. You really treat yourself as an onion."

Chen Hansheng continued to analyze and said, "you go back and mention it to her. She must have found many reasons to refuse. What's wrong with her body, too tired to work, and want to wait."

"However, if you can achieve success, if you can't be the worst, you'll also exercise your courage. I don't believe you haven't thought about it."

Chen Hansheng said with a smile.

Wang Zibo naturally thought about the Enlightenment of the sword. He still remembers it clearly.

"Xiao Chen, have you thought about it?"

Wang Zibo asked, always a close friend. This kind of thing doesn't need to be avoided.

"Of course, but you know my situation. You must pave all the back roads before you can take the next step."

Chen Hansheng said sadly.

Wang Zibo sighed that although the slag woman was used by the slag man routine, the slag man also had his own troubles.

"After sister Xiaohui came, whose subordinate is she?"

Before leaving, Wang Zibo asked again.

Chen Hansheng understands Wang Zibo's meaning. Now here at rocket 101 headquarters, Nie Xiaoyu is the biggest "official position".

Nie Xiaoyu can force anything except for Chen Hansheng and Kong Jing. This power is given by Chen Hansheng.

"Huang Hui, follow elder martial sister Qiu."

Chen Hansheng explained: "Nie Xiaoyu is impatient. She dares to scold me. Huang Hui is a dish in her eyes. Finally, don't let there be a gap between you and Xiaoyu. The gains outweigh the losses."

Wang Zibo nodded and Chen Hansheng thought more long-term.

If Huang Hui is blamed by Nie Xiaoyu, she turns around and complains with Wang Zibo. Although Wang Zibo may not help out, she may feel that Nie Xiaoyu doesn't give face.

Chen Hansheng is to reduce the probability of this kind of thing happening.

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In the afternoon, Chen Hansheng played soy sauce in the office. In the evening, he went back to school and had dinner with Shen Youchu in the canteen.

It's may now. The street is full of baked sweet potatoes. The season of talking and exhaling white fog has passed, replaced by girls' short skirts, flying catkins and early summer with cicadas.

Shen Youchu is in a good mood today because Chen Hansheng has dinner with him again.

She ate rice porridge in small bites, quietly touched her head and looked up at Chen Hansheng opposite. Even if she was despised by him, she said, "hurry up, eat from 6:50 to 7:15, which has satisfied your eating speed."

Shen Youchu's peach blossom eyes also hide a little satisfaction.

After eating out of the canteen, the sky has darkened. The crescent moon is clear and gentle, emitting soft light. With a warm breeze in the air, cicadas and frogs dormant for a winter come and go again.

The road of the University of Finance and economics is full of students walking, including lovers and roommates, holding "meet" milk tea cups and laughing under the bright street lights.

"Take a walk."

Chen Hansheng whistled arrogantly and walked along the cobblestone path. Shen Youchu followed him skillfully. Acquaintances often greeted Chen Hansheng.

The cobblestone path extends all the way to the artificial lake. The water of the lake reflects the nearest teaching building. The branches and leaves of lotus have exposed their heads, waiting to bloom after June.

They were just chatting, but when they came here, Chen Hansheng suddenly smiled, pointed to a slope and said, "are you familiar with here?"

Shen Youchu's little face turned red immediately. Naturally, she remembered.

The two people watched a movie for the first time. After the event, they also took a walk like this. Chen Hansheng, an old rascal, couldn't help kissing Shen Youchu. Shen Youchu was surprised and scared at that time and pushed him into the artificial lake.

However, Shen Youchu never dreamed that later, the rogue not only met his mother-in-law, but also slept in the same bed, but there was a little Anning in the middle.

Chen Hansheng looked at Shen Youchu. Although she was wearing long sleeves and trousers, she still couldn't dress up, but she was beautiful. Her skin was as fine as jade in the dim light, and her clear eyes seemed to hide the sun, moon and rain. Her long hair was naturally curled, tied up and draped gently on her shoulders.

"Give me a hug."

Chen Hansheng opened his hands.

Shen Youchu shook his head embarrassed because there were too many lovers on both sides of the path.

They either hugged each other under the treetops, or sat on the rocks of the artificial lake. Even in front of the cobblestone path, there were two or three pairs of figures snuggling together.

"The old husband and wife are shy."

Chen Hansheng pulls Shen Youchu's sleeve. She stumbles into Chen Hansheng's arms and wants to struggle. However, Chen Hansheng has great strength. Shen Youchu closes his eyes and buries her head deeply on Chen Hansheng's shoulder.

Two people are so quiet experience each other's heartbeat, just listen to the "Ding" sound, Chen Hansheng's mobile phone to send a message.

He didn't want to answer, but suddenly thought of something. He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, held Shen Youchu's back with one hand and opened the message with the other hand.

It was really Ye Qi's message. She was not very satisfied with the "play" in the afternoon, and replied to a message.

Ye Qi: Although I don't know why you want to send such a message, I also want to talk to you. In fact, the love I look forward to is like that written in to the oak. If I love you, I will never be like the climbing Campanula. I will show off myself by your high branches. I just want to be a kapok near you. As the image of a tree, I will stand with you, plain as water and sweet as Yi.

"Chen Hansheng is a college student. He must know the meaning of the word to the oak!"

This message was sent by Ye Qi at the instigation of her best friend.

After returning in the evening, ye Qi told her best friend Chen Hansheng that she suddenly confessed today. Her best friend was very excited, but after reading Ye Qi's information, she couldn't help patting her head: "how can you say that they are not familiar with each other? This is obviously a euphemistic refusal."

Ye Qi rubs her hair depressed: "so I sent the second one, suggesting that I have a good feeling for mature boys, but he didn't return."

The best friend shook his head: "it's not reserved enough. You don't want to find a boyfriend, but to meet more excellent boys."

”You said Chen Hansheng was a little literary and artistic. Give him some modern poetry to express this feeling vaguely and clearly. "

So Shu Ting's "to the oak" was applied to SMS.

His best friend is very proud: "Chen Hansheng is young and rich. He starts from scratch. He must like the object who can share joys and sorrows with himself. He doesn't like the girl who can only spend money. This paragraph shows your strong and independent idea. Wait to see his next message."

Before long, Chen Hansheng's message came.

Chen Hansheng: the love I look forward to is that on the cobblestone road of the school, I hug you and you bow your head shyly. The breeze is blowing on my face, and your hair is moving on my cheek. The stars are not as bright as your eyes.

"It's over."

My best friend shouted: "Chen Hansheng is really in love with you, ye Qi. Look at his text message, it's like he's really doing it. It's so fucking picturesque."

"If he doesn't have feelings for you, he can't write it."

The best friend took Ye Qi's hand: "Congratulations, Chen Hansheng has been your prey since then, but you should pay attention to being a little colder from now on. After all, you are just friends, and there may be more excellent boys behind than Chen Hansheng."

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Chen Hansheng has been "dada" sending messages. Shen Youchu felt the movement of his back, raised his head and said, "will it be inconvenient?"

"No."

Chen Hansheng held Shen Youchu in his arms and didn't let her see the text message: "I'm sharing our sweet story with others."

There should also be boys better than Chen Hansheng in Su A area, but the operation is more coquettish than him.

Sorry, none of them can play.

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