"Present! Present!"

On the small bridge on the campus, Lu Wanmei, who was holding Zhang Shengcheng's arm, suddenly stopped, raised his eyes to look at him, and gently tugged at the man's sleeve.

Zhang Shengcheng came back to his senses, looked at the gentle eyes of Wanmei on the road, and asked, "Hmm, what's wrong?"

Lu Wanmei was slightly displeased: "I still want to ask you what's wrong? I can't hear you after calling you a few times, and you're still so absent-minded with me, what do you think? It can't be thinking about other women, right?"

Zhang Shengcheng's slightly chaotic eyes showed a little gentleness, and he reached out and rubbed the top of her hair: "Don't talk nonsense, who else can I think about besides you?" I'm just thinking about the paper, and you also know that our tutor asked me to hand in an academic year paper, and I was thinking about it." ”

"Are you thinking about your dissertation?" Lu Wan smiled like a flower, suspicious.

"Of course, what else could there be?" Zhang Shengcheng said.

Lu Wanmei obviously didn't believe it, she searched his eyes and immediately found him hiding from her. She didn't ask any further, she knew that it would be useless to ask again, it would only make him irritable.

The gloomy cloud on his brow just now was clearly visible, which showed that he had indeed encountered something blocking his heart. If he used other things to prevaricate, she might have believed it, but he used the paper as an excuse, and she didn't believe it at all.

This man is the overlord of the academic world, whether it is history, economics, or banking, it is a piece of cake in his hands, his thesis has been recommended by his tutor several times, and he has a resounding title in the school "China's first talent".

Such an outstanding person would be frowning for a paper?

Not for academics, but for money?

This is even more impossible, as far as she knows, the Zhang family is the richest man in Baoding Mansion, and such a family will naturally not worry about money.

Not for school, not for money, there is only one possibility, and that is his wife, Mrs. Zhang.

Zhang Shengcheng was uncomfortable by her aggressive gaze, his heart trembled, and he actually had a little weakness, he coughed lightly, pulled out a boring topic to break the embarrassing atmosphere, and said, "What did you just say?"

Lu Wanmei sighed, let go of his arm, and walked forward on his own: "I said, I can't graduate from school, and I will return to China in a few days, and I'm afraid I won't come back this time." ”

Zhang Shengcheng was stunned, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, he frowned and followed closely, holding her shoulders with both hands, forcing her to stop: "Why? You can get your degree in half a year, wouldn't it be a pity for you to go back now?"

"I also feel pity, but what can I do?" she looked up at him, her little face full of grievances: "My father has sent a letter, saying that my mother's health is getting worse, especially recently. My mother is just one child, and I am all she has, and if there is something about her, and I can't even see her for the last time, won't that be my lifelong regret? My father was already helping me find the right person, and he said that if it was suitable, I would get married when I went back, and I would be happy with my mother. If this can make my mother better, I will not refuse, only in this way will my mother not give birth to me and raise me for the past 20 years. ”

His hand couldn't help but increase its strength, the green tendons were suddenly exposed, he lowered his head down, got closer to her, and said hurriedly: "Mei, you can't make such a hasty decision, marry yourself casually, and live with a strange man, will you be happy?

"I love you, and I won't be happy or happy with any man except you. She jumped up on tiptoe and tightened her hand around his neck, "So, Cheng, let's get married, let's get married, then all the problems won't be a problem." ”