Whether Zhai Nian Nian can maintain his original intention, Shen Fanyin doesn't know, perhaps, she herself doesn't know.

What she is doing is just what she wants to do most at the moment, chasing a dream that she wants to chase the most.

It is undoubtedly very enviable to be able to do what you want to do freely.

Shen Fanyin was also a little envious.

So she also wants to do something she wants to do the most at the moment.

"Brother, I'm going to run."

She slipped to Jing Zeheng's side, her bright eyes looking at him without blinking.

Jing Zeheng was a little confused by her sudden words.

He leaned slightly and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

In the eyes of others, this action is very similar to Jing Zeheng directly holding Shen Fanyin into his arms.

"Where are you going?" He asked her with a chuckle.

Shen Fanyin tilted his head slightly, and a childlike smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Skip class, I want to go out to play."

The deer-like moist eyes turned smartly, like a child eager to do bad things.

Jing Zeheng's voice was unconsciously hoarse: "Then, take me to run?"

The slightly raised tail note has a sense of demagogy.

Shen Fanyin shook his head: "No, I want to run by myself."

"Why?"

"No, why, I just want to be willful all of a sudden."

"Little cub."

Jing Zeheng raised his hand with a low smile, rubbed her head, and his eyes were full of pampering, "Okay, run, I'll stay here to make money to support my family."

"Hey, hey."

Shen Fanyin smiled and bent her eyes, she raised her hand to pinch the shirt placket on her shoulder, and was about to take it off and return it to him, but he held her hand down.

"Wear it." Jing Zeheng put her clothes together and said, "Slow down, I'll let Cao Guan wait for you at the main gate."

"Okay."

Shen Fanyin smiled and nodded, turned around and ran away from his arms.

The crisp sound of high heels knocked out a smart rhythm, and Jing Zeheng looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

He stopped where he was, his shoulders suddenly sinking, and a puff of alcohol rushed to his nose.

"Big brother, Xiao Yinyin is gone? Then will you stay with me tonight?"

Qi Yan was drunk, with stupid eyes in the fog, looking at Jing Zeheng with a blank eye.

Jing Zeheng: "Get out."

In order to prevent Qi Yan from getting drunk and not understanding, Jing Zeheng even gave him a very considerate kick and helped him get away.

Qi Yan's new secretary is a man, ordinary in appearance but with special skills.

He caught Qi Yan accurately, covered his mouth neatly and simply, and rolled him quickly.

"Hmm...... Hmm......"

Someone heard Qi Dashao's struggle, but no one helped him - his new secretary was really caring, and directly pulled up his blazer and blocked his face.

With such a look, even if someone recognized Qi Yan from his clothes, they all consciously pretended not to recognize him.

……

Shen Fanyin lifted her skirt and trotted out of the hotel all the way and got into the car directly.

A series of actions flowed smoothly, and when Cao Guan came back to her senses, she fastened her seat belt.

Cao Guan started the car and asked her, "Miss, where are you going?"

"To Ontario." Shen Fanyin replied, and added, "North Gate."

"Okay."

Cao Guan didn't think much about it, and drove straight to Ontario.

It's half past nine, and the city has no intention of resting, and the streets are full of traffic and neon flashing.

Outside the north gate of Ontario, there are many fewer cars, but there are more students, some of them holding books, some holding basketballs, some holding girlfriends, and some holding girlfriends.

Cao Guan parked his car on the side of the road.

The appearance of luxury cars in front of the university always attracts special attention, and students passing by can't help but take a few more looks, and are more curious about the people sitting inside.

With a "click", Shen Fanyin pushed the car door.

Cao Guan hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt, intending to follow.

Shen Fanyin said, "Brother Cao, just wait for me in the car."

Cao Guan hesitated slightly: "Miss, what are you going to do?"

"Oh, I'm hungry."

Shen Fanyin said and got out of the car.

She clutched her coat over her shoulders and ignored the hem of her skirt sweeping on the floor, and stepped on her high heels to go to the stall across the road.

The uncle at the fried noodle stall has no business at this moment, he is playing with his mobile phone and holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Uncle, I want a fried noodles with eggs."

Shen Fanyin stopped in front of the stall and said.

"Okay." The uncle answered, put down the phone and stood up.

He habitually glanced at the guest, stunned for a moment, and then a little unsure: "You...... Have you ever been to my house to look for me before?"

Shen Fanyin pursed her lips and nodded, "Well, it's me."

"Ah," the uncle let out a sigh of relief and smiled, "I just said it looks familiar, it's a little unrecognizable when it's dressed...... I'm old, and I don't have a good memory."

As the uncle spoke, he lit the gas stove.

Shen Fanyin lowered his eyes lightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little bitter.

"Don't blame you, I almost don't recognize myself."

She whispered.

The uncle didn't hear her, and the egg swelled rapidly in the oil pan, and the steaming heat and oil smoke blocked his vision.

When the noodles were about to be fried, the uncle asked her, "Eat here or take away?"

"Eat here." Shen Fanyin said, took out his mobile phone to scan the code to pay, and then sat down at the small table on the side.

There was still some oil on the table, and when the uncle came over with a plate with a plastic bag, he wiped it clean.

Shen Fanyin broke open the disposable chopsticks and stuffed a chopstick fried noodles into his mouth.

It's hot and fragrant.

It's just that she can't eat a whole serving.

It's just the remaining half, and no one has a share.

Shen Fanyin's hot tongue hurt, and tears fell uncontrollably.

There was half of the fried noodles left on the plate, Shen Fanyin's hand holding the chopsticks tightened, and she was just about to eat it hard, when the light in front of her was suddenly blocked, and a person sat opposite her.

Jing Zeheng reached out and brought the plate in front of her to him, and took the chopsticks in her hand by the way.

He didn't speak, silently eating the remaining half of the fried noodles.

In the autumn breeze, he wore Vacheron Constantin given by Shen Fanyin, and ate fried noodles for six yuan on the roadside stall.

Shen Fanyin put his hands on his cheeks, looked at him, and waited for him to finish eating before asking, "Brother, where did you stand looking for me before?"

Jing Zeheng wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth, looked left and right, and pointed to an electric pole diagonally opposite: "It's right there."

Shen Fanyin looked in the direction he was pointing and asked, "Won't you be disappointed?"

"Hope for more." Jing Zeheng replied, "I've been hoping that you could suddenly appear and lend me my phone."

After he finished speaking, he reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Sanskrit, I've been there."

In the dim and monotonous lights on the side of the street, Shen Fanyin looked at her reflection in his eyes, and she whispered, "I suddenly feel that after so many things, I almost forgot what my original dream was."

Jing Zeheng: "Make money?"

Shen Fanyin: "Ah, yes...... But is this a dream?"

"Count," Jing Zeheng nodded seriously, "One of my dreams is to earn money to support my family."

To be precise, it is to make money to support her.

Shen Fanyin: "Then what are you running out with me for? There can only be one skipper in our family."

Jing Zeheng: "Little cub, are you allergic to romance?"