The third child was eating an apple with a disdainful expression on his face: "Xiao Liu, although I know you are handsome, but you are too handsome to be used as food. Will the top students from other state universities like you? You are also a spare tire.

Not bad, it shows that you still have merit."

"She doesn't have a boyfriend, so I'm not a spare tire." Rong Jincheng refused.

"How do you know that someone doesn't have a boyfriend? Really, Xiaoliu, are you so simple? I can't stand it anymore! Moreover, even if there is no boyfriend, how do you know that someone doesn't have an affair? If there really is nothing, then what do you think?

Will she be with you?"

"No." Rong Jincheng almost didn't hesitate.

"Oh, you still know yourself."

The third child took a bite of the apple and stood under the eaves, standing casually.

Rong Jincheng put away his umbrella, shook it, and returned to his room.

The third child shouted: "Don't be discouraged, Xiao Liu, there is no grass anywhere in the world! By the way, the medicine I bought for you is on your window sill, remember to take it!"

Rong Jincheng closed the door.

He felt dizzy, so he opened the medicine Han Yurou bought for him and took it.

The bag containing the medicine seemed to be stained with her breath, which was fragrant, and Rong Jincheng's eyes sparkled.

There was only one light in the house, which was not very bright, and the electric fan was blowing "whirring", creating a cool breeze.

After taking medicine, I felt much better.

To Rong Jincheng's surprise, about half an hour after touching him, she sent him a text message: "I'm back."

Rong Jincheng held his phone and looked back and forth, it was a text message from her.

The number he gave her was "Rourou".

She texted him.

Rong Jincheng pressed his fingers on the keyboard, his eyes twinkling with stars. He really didn't expect that she would reply to him.

He immediately replied to her: "Okay, go to bed early."

Han Yurou did not return.

Rong Jincheng lay half-lying on his narrow little bed, holding his cell phone and repeatedly reading text messages and her name. For a moment, his heart felt like there were piano keys beating, and every light touch could stir up ripples in his heart.

It's a really strange feeling, I've never felt it before.

After taking cold medicine, sleepiness gradually came over him. Rong Jincheng dozed off holding his mobile phone. Gradually, the mobile phone fell to the pillow and he fell asleep.

Have a good night's sleep.

…

It rained a few times in New York and the weather gradually turned cooler.

The maple leaves on the roadside are red, and the crisp air is full of the breath of autumn.

Han Yurou has started school.

In the last school year, she was not busy with schoolwork and had enough time to do things that interested her. For example, she took a foreign language course.

I used to take French as an elective when I was studying in the UK, and I studied it intermittently. Now it’s not difficult to pick up the subject.

Most of her classmates chose to graduate, and she stayed in school, looking a little lonely and lonely.

When she is not in class, she stays in the self-study classroom or the library.

Qin Haoran never contacted her again, and Han Yurou thought that it would be okay as long as they couldn't be friends, but she still felt a little sad.

Huang Wenwen also graduated. Since the last incident, she has not acted like a demon again and has disappeared since then.

Han Yurou's school life has returned to what it was like when she first arrived.

That afternoon, there was a special lecture on French literature by Mr. Smith in the large classroom. Han Yurou arrived late and sat in the back to listen to the lecture.

Mr. Smith was impassioned, and many students came to attend the class, and they didn't know each other.
Chapter completed!