Chapter 120 was blocked, and I probably wrote something out of line in business, which was a bit painful, but the last chapter ended with Shang Yanyan, so the plot can be coherent.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

　　 Chen Hansheng was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

　　 "Are you here to pick me up?"

　　Shang Yanyan wore a long trench coat with a nice but thin style. She was wrapped in black stockings on her legs. She bowed and shivered from the cold in the winter night.

　　 Chen Hansheng looked at it, waved his hand and said, "Get in the car."

　　 "Okay, thank you, monitor father."

　　 Shang Yanyan sat down on the co-pilot with a cat waist, and smiled at Chen Hansheng when the door closed.

　　 She was very happy. She didn't expect to meet Chen Hansheng while waiting for the bus. This way, there is no need to squeeze the bus, and the other is the opportunity for the two to chat alone in such a narrow environment. Starting

　　 Chen Hansheng's eyes twitched. Fortunately, he didn't agree to Xiao Yuer's co-pilot seat alone, otherwise he would have to fight if he found another hair.

　　 He finished smoking outside, and his nose was full of cosmetics in the car.

　　 This is Shang Yanyan's personal characteristics. She likes heavy make-up, her mind is more mature than ordinary college students, and her speech is feminine and sexy.

　　 "After the age of 25, I am a socialite again."

　　 Chen Hansheng glanced at Shang Yanyan, and on her appearance, Shang Yanyan was more beautiful than Zhang Mingrong.

Chen Hansheng was thinking about things along the way. Shang Yanyan was waiting for Chen Hansheng to take the initiative to speak, but later found it to be unreliable, so she had nothing to say and said, "I want to apply for a campus radio station in a few days. Think about it."

　　 "This is a good thing."

　　Chen Hansheng nodded and said, Shang Yanyan is good in Mandarin, and her voice has a little deep smell. I don't know how many boys will dream of late at night.

　　 "I know the student union cadre at the broadcasting station, and I will say hello to you."

　　 Broadcasting Station is a subsidiary of the Youth League Committee, and Chen Hansheng is now his own.

　　Shang Yanyan smiled: "Thank you, you are also considered a successful person in school. You have relationships, industries, mobile phones, and cars."

　　 "There is also a beautiful sister."

　　 Shang Yanyan leaned her head over and said quietly.

　　 Chen Hansheng turned a little sideways, because Shang Yanyan's exhalation sprayed her face when she spoke.

　　 "It's useless once the relationship is out of school. The house is not my own, and the car is still borrowed. Strictly speaking, the mobile phone can only be counted as issued by the superior, and only the beautiful sister is his own."

　　 Noting Chen Hansheng's avoidance of suspicion, Shang Yanyan sighed quietly: "I thought that after a year, you would be willing to take a look at me."

　　 "When I can't think of it one day, I will fall in love with you."

　　 Chen Hansheng said with a smile.

　　 In fact, it is quite easy to be with Shang Yanyan, Chen Hansheng can speak without too much scruples.

　　Sure enough, Shang Yanyan was not angry. Instead, she said solemnly: "I guess, when you don't want to live, it may be that you and a woman accidentally had a child, but you don't like that woman."

　　 Chen Hansheng was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't expect Shang Yanyan to put forward this perspective.

　　 "If there is such a day, then you come to me."

　　 "What are you doing?" Chen Hansheng was a little strange.

　　 "I will help you bring this child."

Shang Yanyan looked at the night outside the window: "I don’t want to fall in love, I don’t want to get married, and I don’t want to work after graduation. I just want to open a coffee shop or a flower shop. I don’t want a man because I don’t have a good thing, and I don’t want to have children. Afraid of pain."

　　Shang Yanyan's thinking is very avant-garde. This is the thinking of many girls more than ten years later, but it is caused by the times, and Shang Yanyan is caused by complicated experiences.

　　 "Okay, one day I will find you."

　　 Chen Hansheng is only a joke.

　　 "It's better to be a girl, I like girls."

　　 Shang Yanyan looked expectant.

　　 After returning to school, Shang Yanyan thanked him and got off the bus, and Chen Hansheng also returned to the dormitory. He did not take the dialogue to heart.

　　 After March, martial law began across the country, and various rumors continued to flow in the news.

　　 Fortunately, this respiratory disease is actually the most serious in eastern Guangdong and the capital. Many universities have begun to close their schools, but Sudong Province, a land of fish and rice in the middle, has no suspected cases, and the suburbs of Jiangling are safer.

　　 However, there are no shortage of preventive measures. Various banners of "washing hands frequently and ventilating frequently" appeared in the financial institute. If a student develops headache and fever, they are immediately sent for inspection.

　　 The news said that white vinegar disinfection is very useful, and Hu Linyu specially came over and suggested using the class fee to buy and distribute it to each dormitory.

　　 Although Chen Hansheng knew nothing would happen, he didn't make any difference, and other classes were doing the same. So at this moment, the whole courtyard was sour that the white vinegar was boiled.

　　 "In the spring of 2003, there was no fragrance of flowers, no bird language, everyone was a vinegar jar."

In 　　 101 entrepreneurial base, Chen Hansheng looked helplessly at the small induction cooker placed in the middle. There was a porcelain bowl with white vinegar on it, and the white vinegar filled the room with white bubbles.

　　The part-time college students who come and go to work all wear masks, and everyone keeps only one eye outside.

　　 Chen Hansheng suddenly found out that some people look pretty with only their eyes exposed.

　　 But beautiful people are always beautiful, such as Shen Youchu.

　　 "Drink, drink Banlangen."

　　 Shen Youchu took the prepared Banlangen granules.

　　 Chen Hansheng raised his head and looked at it. Shen Youchu also showed only a pair of eyes, pure and clear, but the slightly upturned peach blossom eyes have a special charm.

　　 If 19-year-old Shen Youchu holds his head high, then many girls in the Caiyuan have to bow their heads.

　　 "The smell is too bad, I don't want to drink it."

　　 Chen Hansheng waved his hand and continued to look at the financial report. Although the express delivery business was also affected, Chen Hansheng now has two businesses. The income of the electronic equipment factory is much more than that of the school express delivery.

　　 Shen Youchu stood beside him holding the bowl for a while, and when he saw Chen Hansheng ignored him, he sat back in front of the computer silently.

　　 After a while, when the Isatis root was cold, Shen Youchu put it on the induction cooker for a while, brought it over again, and whispered, "Drink, drink Isatis root."

　　 Chen Hansheng has no choice: "If I don't drink, do you have to ask it after a while."

　　 Shen Youchu did not speak, but his attitude was probably like this.

　　 "Well, good, you win, I drink."

　　 Chen Hansheng picked up a bowl and drank it. Fortunately, Radix Isatidis is a traditional Chinese medicine material, and drinking it has no side effects.

　　 Shen Youchu watched Chen Hansheng finished drinking, she washed the dishes and put them in her small cloth bag.

　　 This kind of bridge segment has been staged every day recently. Shen Youchu probably knew that Chen Hansheng was too lazy to drink Banlangen, so he brought a bowl and a pack of granules to remind him on time.

　　 "Shen Youchu still insists on facing these big issues of right and wrong."

　　 Chen Hansheng thought in his heart: "She used to be so obedient in trivial matters, it seems that she doesn't mind very much, so everything depends on me."

　　 Thinking like this seems to be a little small, Chen Hansheng couldn't help but blush.

　　 He glanced at Shen Youchu, still soft and weak, speaking in a low voice, sometimes blushing and stuttering, and stomping gently when he is upset

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