They were all very interested in finance and talked about many professional topics and their areas of interest.

Unexpectedly, they have quite a lot of common interests.

"Are you planning to graduate next year? Stay in school for another year?" Qin Haoran asked.

Han Yurou nodded: "Well, I want to study for one more year. What about you? You will graduate this summer?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. I can also apply to study for another year. After graduation, I may have to return to China. Do you want to stay in New York or return to China?"

Han Yurou almost did not hesitate: "New York."

Qin Haoran didn't say much.

He felt that Han Yurou was gentle and quiet, but she was very stubborn at heart. If she really decided on something, she would never change it.

Han Yurou enjoyed this meal very happily.

She doesn't have many friends in school, Qin Haoran is the only one.

They have similar grades, similar interests and hobbies, and similar views on many things, so they get along well.

After dinner, Qin Haoran offered to take her back. Han Yurou smiled and waved her hand: "It's getting late, I can just take a taxi back, and you can go back early."

"Well, take care of yourself. If I borrow notes from you another day, don't bother me."

"Of course not, thank you for dinner."

Han Yurou took a taxi and went back.

Taxis cannot enter the community and stop on the roadside.

After Han Yurou paid the money, she stepped out of the car in flat shoes. The summer evening breeze blew a corner of her pink gauze skirt. Her body smelled of violet perfume, as if the branches were covered with lilacs.

The taxi drove away and Han Yurou walked home along the road.

Lowering his head, the shadows and tree shadows intertwined.

Suddenly, someone stopped her in front of her. She was startled in her steps, and then she smelled a choking smell of smoke.

"Ahem." Han Yurou raised her head, panicked and took a few steps back, "You...why are you here? What do you want to do..."

Rong Jincheng stood in front of her, with a ruthless smile on his lips. He was holding a cigarette and, like his brothers, he said in a sultry manner: "The eldest lady's life in New York is quite chic and comfortable.

"

"I don't know you."

"Oh?" Rong Jincheng found it interesting, "You don't recognize me then?

Han Yurou felt sick in her stomach and her eyes were indifferent: "What do you want to do?"

"Revisit old dreams." Rong Jincheng spoke very slowly, with an unmistakable harshness.

"You dream! Rong Jincheng, you really make me sick."

Perhaps it was Han Yurou's expression that stimulated Rong Jincheng. He took a long drag on the cigarette, threw away the cigarette butt, and crushed the cigarette butt with his sneakers.

"You think I'm disgusting? It's too late. You've been with me for so long." Rong Jincheng stepped forward and hugged her from behind, holding her in his arms. He bit her ear, "It's been two years.

When I think about it, the most unforgettable thing is that you are unforgettable."

"Get out of here, Rong Jincheng, get out of here!" Han Yurou struggled and tried her best, "I tell you, if you dare to touch me again, I will die with you!"

"Oh? Die in the same year and month? Interesting, yes, I don't mind. My brothers might even bury us together when the time comes. Then we will be ghosts, and I will still have to haunt you."

"Crazy, crazy!"
Chapter completed!