Qin Haoran was alone, buying a tie at a tie counter.

The two didn't say hello, they just saw each other.

Han Yurou has nothing to feel guilty about. They used to be friends, but it was Qin Haoran who first denied the relationship between classmates and friends.

Qin Haoran quickly turned his back, obviously not knowing how to face her.

Rong Jincheng pulled her away, but when passing by the counter, he deliberately snatched Han Yurou's milk tea: "Honey, your milk tea tastes better."

"Don't make trouble." Han Yurou snatched her milk tea.

When he arrived at the second floor of the shopping mall, Rong Jincheng took a sip and said, "What I hate the most is this kind of bastard who does superficial things to look better than anyone else but can run faster than anyone else if something happens!"

Han Yurou knew that he was scolding Qin Haoran.

"It's a classmate thing, and he and I have nothing to do with each other." Han Yurou explained, "Now that it's over, it's over."

"Gentle scum." Rong Jincheng couldn't get enough of it and still wanted to scold him.

"Hey, stop scolding me. It's really nothing. He also helped me before."

"When Huang Wenwen scolded you anonymously on the forum, I, Laosan and the others beat Huang Wenwen up and forced her to delete her post and write an apology. What did he do? He only knew how to escape."

"I knew you must have done what happened back then."

"No, in New York, no one else treats you so well except me."

"Your tail is raised again." Han Yurou snorted softly.

"Of course not..." Rong Jincheng showed a flattering smile, "It is only natural to be kind to your wife."

"Don't scream."

"That's what it is."

Rong Jincheng held her hand, intertwining their fingers and refusing to let go.

He would hold her hand wherever she went.

Rong Jincheng cherishes this relationship very much, because he knows in his heart that there was an abyss between them.

He naturally cherishes the love that can cross the abyss.

"Rourou, I don't have anything now. Do you feel that you are at a disadvantage if you follow me?" Rong Jincheng asked cautiously.

"When you have everything, I don't want to be with you, so do you think I'm the kind of person who values ​​appearance?"

"So you recognize my character!" Rong Jincheng was happy.

Han Yurou curled her lips.

She actually knew in her heart that he was more responsible than many people.

No matter he is poor or rich, he can stick to his principles, be responsible, and love her.

"Actually, you can still take a look at my appearance. Look at my face, how beautiful it is. Look at my figure, how stylish it is. Look..."

"Okay." Han Yurou didn't want to listen to him, "No matter how beautiful and stylish you are, you can only show it to me in the future. Do you feel that you are at a disadvantage?"

"Of course not, I just want to show you alone." Rong Jincheng danced, as happy as a child.

I just want to be alone with her.

Other women are nothing in his eyes.

He held her hand while shopping, walking on the street, and walking through the streets of New York.

Rong Jincheng secretly made up his mind that he would definitely let her live a better life in the future, not only rich but also decent.

As for the small villa she sold, he still wants to buy it back.

…

When autumn comes, Rong Jincheng will officially go to a military academy in the suburbs of New York.

He dragged his suitcase and said goodbye to Han Yurou with the notice in his hand.

In the misty morning, the wind gently blew Han Yurou's bangs, and she narrowed her eyes slightly to say goodbye to him.
Chapter completed!