Your Heart Is My Heart

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    When Zhou Nan came out, Song Haoran's eyes never moved away from her, but Qin Qing deliberately blocked his sight and followed Zhou Nan's side to fulfill his duty. If eyes could kill, Qin Qing would have been beaten by Song Haoran a thousand times .

    Song Haoxuan did not look stupidly at Zhou Nan like his elder brother. He walked up to Shen Yu who was not far from the father and daughter, and offered a glass of wine to Shen Yu. Shen Yu was also socializing with the guests. Seeing the polite Song Haoxuan, he showed With a smile on her face, she still has a good impression of Song Haoxuan. First of all, the Song family and the Zhou family are well-matched. Secondly, the second son of the Song family is obviously more favored than the eldest son, and his behavior is more gentlemanly and polite. He is the best candidate for son-in-law.

    Shen Yu is not like Zhou Jing, who has always disagreed with his attitude of letting his daughter go. Now Zhou Nan is at this age, no matter what, he should fall in love. Song Haoxuan often greets her, even though he knows his purpose, he does not reject him. Do it, bring him to the front of the father and daughter.

    " Haoxuan is here", "Hello

    Uncle, Miss Zhou", Song Haoxuan toasted a glass of wine to the two,

    "Hello", Zhou Jing responded to him, with a neither cold nor indifferent attitude, the heart of the Song family, everyone on the road You know, Zhou Jing's request to Zhou Nan is that he must find someone he likes, and he would rather be lacking than indiscriminate.

    Due to politeness, Zhou Nan also responded to him without any other words,

    "Nan Nan, the relationship between you and Hao Xuan and their peers If you have a common topic, stop following your dad and talk to them more.” Shen Yu was not satisfied with her cold attitude,

    “Mom, I’m a little tired.” Zhou Nan showed a tired look, she didn’t want to spend Focus on dealing with these people,

    "Go up and rest when you're tired", Zhou Jing's affection for her is beyond words,

    Shen Yu is not good at forcing her daughter, but she doesn't want to give up easily,

    "Hao Xuan, send Nan Nan upstairs ",

    "Okay, leave it to me", Song Haoxuan couldn't wait for it, and hurriedly agreed,

    Zhou Nan walked ahead with a dark face, and had nothing to say to his mother. Zhou Jing closed his eyelids, looked at his daughter's back and his smiling wife beside him, and said nothing.

    "Just send it here." Zhou Nan stood at the top of the stairs condescendingly, not wanting him to go up to the second floor.

    "Then you have a good rest." Song Haoxuan also knows enough is enough. Come, don't be afraid of her refusal.

    Standing downstairs and watching her go upstairs, until the corner of her skirt completely disappeared into the corner, when she turned around, she saw her brother Song Haoran glaring at him angrily, Song Haoxuan sneered and ignored her.

    There was still class the next day. Zhou Nan drove back to school. The case at the apartment was closed. The murderer was Professor Zhang’s son, Fan, who had been arrested by the police. The cordon downstairs was withdrawn. Sending someone to deal with the apartment, now it is unoccupied, Zhou Nan breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt a little scared when passing by that floor.     She doesn't allow other people to come and disturb her life at the school. When Zhou Jing and Shen Yu miss her, she goes back to Zhou's house and lives her own life after leaving the gate of Zhou's house. She didn't tell her parents about it. , so as not to worry about the two.     Monday to Thursday is good, the class is arranged in the daytime, she will go back to the apartment after dinner in the cafeteria, and she will not be afraid if she does not go out at night.     In addition to her work as a university professor, she also started a live radio broadcast on the Internet. There will be three to four nights of live broadcasts every week. The content is nothing more than reading a book. When she is in a good mood, she may talk about her own opinions. She felt very happy. She has never tired of broadcasting since she was a child.     It was not so good on Friday. Three classes were arranged in the evening, and the get out of class was not over until 9:30. It's twenty o'clock. At this time, there is no one in the school. The small road is too quiet. For the first time, I feel that such a big school is not a good thing. I vaguely see a figure not far behind. It looks like it should be a man. Is it tracking?