"No

It is still a simple two words, but let Miss happy want to circle.

"You think I'm fine, then?"

Well, it's a bit of an inch to miss my classmates.

Shen Zhaozheng found himself swallowing saliva. This is a tense mood. What is he nervous about?

It's just a 19-year-old kid. There's nothing to talk to you about. What's so nervous about?

He pretended to be natural: "not bad."

"Uncle, look at the small praise:" praise Forenoon,

Shen Zhaozheng felt that the morning sun was shining through the trees of the Wutong tree and mottled on the road, as if he had not noticed, and the Kyoto in September was still pretty good in.

Next, the atmosphere in the car was relieved, and his concern was affirmed by the man next to him. When he looked for a topic, he felt much more relaxed.

Shen Zhaozheng will occasionally answer a word or two. As soon as he answers her, she is as happy as a cloud. Her happiness and unhappiness are written on her face.

It's a very simple child.

But her simplicity, but also a double-edged sword, so she, so well protected by the family, sometimes, can not see through the hearts of the people.

He was not sure whether there would be any entanglement between Hanzhi and the painting of Li. He was worried that Hanzhi would continue to do something sorry.

The car stopped at the gate of the administration building of diplomatic University

He breathed a breath, thought, and thought that it was not his who he was. He only had a little contact with this girl because of containing it.

He really shouldn't worry too much about this girl.

Thinking and he got off the car, he opened the trunk, took the trunk out, care to go to pick up: "little uncle, trouble you, send me here, I go in by myself."

Shen Zhaozheng, however, dragged his suitcase forward: "if you don't settle down well, you can't be accounted for at home."

He just knew that there was no elevator in the dormitory of China Foreign Affairs University. If she didn't live on the first floor, her suitcase was really heavy. A girl couldn't carry it upstairs.

Thinking can only follow him: "little uncle, thank you so much..."

Although he knew that uncle just wanted to go back and give an account to Hanzhi's parents, it was quite unexpected that he could do it.

In fact, his cousin, Su Xingyu, is now the Minister of foreign affairs and an honorary professor of the foreign affairs university.

Song ran wanted Su Xingyu to take care of him, but he was suppressed.

She didn't want to enjoy any special care in school. She was very low-key. She didn't say that she was related to the foreign minister, or that her grandfather was the biggest official in Kyoto.

She just wants to rely on her own strength, and finally enter the foreign affairs academy to become an outstanding diplomat who can shine for the country.

Shen Zhaozheng got the dormitory number, a5-505.

Fortunately, he didn't leave. Otherwise, he would carry the suitcase and worry about how to climb to the fifth floor.

He dragged his suitcase and walked out of the administration building with care.

At the beginning of September, the weather was still a little hot. He was busy. He was a little wet behind his shirt. He took a small electric fan out to help him blow it.

Shortly after they left the administration building, another silver Volvo stopped at the door.

He Jiao got off the car and took a look at the back of the man not far away.

She thought she was wrong. It was really Shen Zhaozheng.