On the way back to Zhongda from Chinese workers, Ma Haijun drove the car and sat in the passenger seat.

Kuanjing's S600 seats Song Shiwei, Zhao Yuanyuan and Congni.

When he was about to arrive at the school gate, Ma Haijun took the initiative to slow down. He knew that the young boss was relatively low-key and didn't like to show off everywhere.

Sure enough, when the plaque of "National Sun Yat-sen University" appeared faintly not far away, Ma Haijun heard Chen's order and said, "Let's walk back to school by ourselves."

It was already around 10:30 pm, and the light rain during the day had stopped, and the air was covered with a layer of moist coolness.

After getting off the bus, I took a breath and felt the trachea filled with refreshing and coldness that was common after the rain. The fatigue that had been busy for a day was instantly driven to the back of my head.

There are not many students at the entrance of this school. Occasionally, there are two or three clusters of slap calls to friends after a dinner outside. It seems a bit abrupt in the quiet night, but it also adds a lot of youthful atmosphere.

After Chen and the others got off the car, four people were walking together, but as they walked, they gradually became a situation where Yuanyuan and Congni were in front, and Chen and Song Shi were slightly behind.

They are all adults, and everyone who is in tune with each other will leave space for lovers.

The school is full of white fog, and the teaching building stands grey in the fog, just like a continuous distant mountain, the smooth horizontal surface of the small depression at the foot reflects the gray sky and the green leaves that have been quietly drawn.

When Chen and Song Shiwei were together, he always said a lot. Sister sweet prefers to listen quietly and occasionally explain her own opinions. Even if there are small differences of opinions, she will not argue, just lightly.

The slender and soft black eyebrows were thinking about the meaning of the words.

Chen took two steps and was about to speak as usual, but was suddenly interrupted by a ringtone in his cell phone.

Song Shiwei's phone number.

Chen Ya shut his mouth with sensible eyes.

But Song Shiwei never thought about avoiding it deliberately.

After the call was connected, an unquestionable question came from the other end of the receiver: "Why didn't the first call be answered?"

"So it's Professor Lu."

Chen thought to himself.

Song Shiwei's family has a habit. When it is fixed at 10:30, Lu Man will call to confirm whether his daughter is in the dormitory.

So every time Chen Zhu was with Song School Beauty, he would subconsciously think about this time node in his heart.

"It wasn't convenient to talk in the car just now."

Song Shi replied in a faint voice, and his face was calm under the street lights, like the lake covered with snow in winter, with a cold porcelain white.

"In the car?"

Professor Lu's tone suddenly increased: "Are you not in school? Where have you been?"

"Today, my classmate's milk tea shop opened. We went over and took a look. I didn't notice that I was so busy."

Song Shiwei explained.

"Milk Tea Shop? Do you know what time it is now? Who is that classmate? And what car are you in? What is the license plate number?

Professor Lu obviously knew very well how "unsafe" his daughter looked like.

Even though the public security in Guangzhou is actually very good, when he heard that he was still outside so late, Professor Lu still jumped up like a cat stepping on his tail.

Seeing her like that, she seemed to be planning to rush to her daughter immediately.

Song Shiwei glanced at someone who was deliberately half a step behind. His figure was following him step by step, so he lowered his eyes and said, "Chen is here too today."

"oh--..."

The impatient voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became quiet.

"Even if Chen Zhuhe was there, he couldn't come back so late, it's not easy to take a taxi."

Professor Lu vaguely said, as if he was complaining that Chen didn't know how to take his daughter back to school early.

But the tone was no longer the worry I had just now.

The campus was very quiet late at night. In addition to Zhao Yuanyuan and Congni who were whispering in front of him, there were also frog croaking from time to time after the rain.

Therefore, Professor Lu's sudden change in the earpiece also clearly reached Chen's ear.

Chen grinned. Although Professor Lu looked down on her, she felt relieved to be with Sister Sweet.

In addition, she didn't know that she had bought a car.

Mercedes-Benz S600, the license plate is a rare Leopard number, and there is also a driver.

"Remember to ask Chen to take you downstairs in the dormitory and call me after you go back."

Since my daughter is safe and sound, Professor Lu would not think about saying hello to Chen Ja. After giving her a reminder, she hung up the phone directly.

Song Shiwei also put away his phone and didn't care about the episode at first. But after hearing Chen Jie teasing behind him: "If Aunt Lu is worried, I can stay with you all night."

This is a bit ambiguous.

The evening breeze blew, but it was not cold or violent. It only brought out a shallow layer of water on the dark East Lake.

Song Shiwei ignored this joke.

It seemed like I didn't hear it, but I wasn't angry either. Others said this kind of joke was not possible, but Chen had no problem with his identity as "boyfriend".

However, in school, I usually take advantage of myself and act more properly.

Otherwise, "friendship relationship" may not be explained.

"By the way, do you know that Dahuang and Xiao Mou failed to get back together?"

Chen asked about the important matters.

Song Shi's slightly long eyelashes trembled in confusion, as if he was a little confused about this problem.

After a while, she replied, "It's already been the year before."

"Okay~"

Chen sighed, and as expected, everyone knew, just like a fool.

It cannot be said that I am kept in the dark, but that I have been trapped in directional thinking after I misunderstood somewhere.

"It's a pity."

Chen sighed and said, "From Xiao Mou's performance today, he should still have feelings."

"I have no idea."

Song Shi raised his head slightly, his clear eyes like flowing glacier water: "But Jiawen said, I don't want any more contact."

Sister sweet has never been in love, and may be influenced by her father in terms of finance and investment. In addition, she is also a major in this area in college, so she may see it more thoroughly than her peers.

However, in terms of emotions, Song Shiwei is similar to that of elementary school students. How can I hear Mou Jiawen's words? They may not be all sincere.

"If you don't contact, don't contact me,"

Chen also felt that all this was too messy and could not find any clues at all, so he walked back to the dormitory silently.

When passing by a group of banyan trees near Xiyuan, drops of round water droplets gathered on the hanging branches. "Tick~, Tick~"

Transparent water droplets are constantly falling.

When I saw another drop falling, it was impartial and about to hit Sister Sweet.

Chen Wu took it quickly with his eyes and hands.

"Are you moved?"

He spread his palms out.

Song Shiwei was a little confused at first, but when he saw Chen's wet palms, he immediately realized that it was his boyfriend "protecting" him.

Um..··

Song Shiwei was about to express his gratitude, but as he bent his index finger and even bounced the water stains over.

Song Shi couldn't dodge it, and he didn't expect it at all. He just felt that his skin was iced, and then the wet and coldness attached to it.

Opening his eyes again, he met a prank-like smile.

Song Shiwei had just gathered a gentle image of "concerned boyfriend" in his heart, but turned into "Can a boy like Chen be naughty?"

Song Shiwei was not angry as expected, and wiped his face with the cuffs of the sweater, still looking calm.

Continue to walk towards the dormitory.

But as she walked, she stopped abruptly.

Chen Jae-zheng was immersed in the joy of the successful prank, and stopped without knowing that.

"What's wrong?"

Chen asked.

Song Shi did not answer slightly. About a few seconds later, Chen Zhi suddenly felt a chill on his back.

It turned out to be a drop of water, dripping directly along the open collar. The sensitive and warm back was like a piece of red iron, and suddenly it was splashed with cold water, and it was shocked uncontrollably.

At this time, Song Shiwei stepped forward toward the dormitory again.

Chen was stunned for a moment, and chased after him and asked, "Did you do it on purpose?"
To be continued...