Self-esteem was troubled, and in the end, he couldn't avoid going to the hair salon to wash his hair, hoping that this long black and shiny hair would make her stay under his eyes for an extra second.

On the street, colorful neon lights have begun to flicker. The rain was still falling, drifting down from the gray sky, illuminated by the street lamps, and the thousands of silver threads, woven into a dense net, were scattered all over the world, as if the whole world had become sad.

Qin Siyan shrank in the wind, tightened the collar of his coat, and quickened his pace to the crosswalk, waiting for the change of traffic signs, and preparing to cross the road.

An aunt wearing a dark blue cotton jacket and carrying two fiber woven bags came into her sight.

In fact, you will notice that aunt, it is completely her dirty Qinxian dialect and old way of greeting.

"Comrade, may I ask how to get to Jinqiao Building?" she tilted her head slightly, anxiously and slightly dazedly shuttling through the rain and fog, asking again and again, hoping that someone would clear her doubts.

On the street, people are surging, cars are speeding away, horns are ringing, everyone is in a hurry, who has the time to stop and listen to the confusion of a country aunt?

She knew that the Jinqiao Building was not far from the Howard Hotel, and it was fifty meters south after crossing the road.

Qin Siyan's heart softened, and he smiled slightly at her gaze.

"Uh, comrade, may I ask ......" Auntie's eyes instantly lit up with hope.

"Yes, I know, come with me. ”

Hearing her say the Qinxian dialect, the aunt's weather-beaten old face was so excited that it glowed: "Girl, you are also our pimple?"

Qin Siyan's face flushed, and he subconsciously tilted his umbrella slightly to block the sight of others, and diverted the topic: "It's green, cross the street." ”

"Oh, good!" The aunt dragged two bulging woven bags and followed her closely: "There are too many cars in this city, I am dazzled and dare not pass." By the way, how old are you? Where are you from Qin County?"

Qin Siyan was silent, a little regretful for meddling in things, crossed the road, and pointed the direction for her: "You follow this road all the way to the south, and you will be there fifty meters." ”

"Girl, eat some peanuts, I grew them myself. The aunt hurriedly put down the bag and bent down to untie the tightly tied woven bag.

"No, I have something to do, let's go first!" she shook her hand in shock, and hurried into the door of the Howard Hotel in three steps and two steps.

"Girl, thank you!" Behind him, the aunt's bright voice caught up.

There were several fashionable metropolitan women standing at the door of the hotel, covering their lips and laughing.

Qin Siyan's face was flushed, and he couldn't wait for a big hole in the floor to suddenly crack.

"Wait a minute!" she called to the elevator that was about to close, and rushed in at a speed of 100 meters.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his feet slipped, and the whole person crashed forward with inertia.

"Oops!" the people in the elevator screamed and dodged.

"Ahh

In an uproar, there was a click, and Qin Siyan clearly heard the sound of the phone falling to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she panicked and propped up the ground with her umbrella, took a step back, and stood up straight, not daring to look at his face, but desperately apologized.

Zheng Jiawen glared at her fiercely, a pair of cold black eyes were about to erupt into flames, thin lips were slightly pursed, and words burst out from between his teeth word by word: "Put, umbrella, move, go!"

"Quah?" she was dazed.

"SHIT!" he repeated with a twitch at the corners of his mouth, "I say, remove the umbrella!"

Qin Siyan lowered his head in a panic, OH, MYGOD!

Her beautiful umbrella, like the sword of an ancient Assassin, was stuck straight into a shiny black man's leather shoe, and the dirty rain trickled down the tip of the umbrella, quickly forming a puddle of water at his feet.

"Hey!"

"Poof!"

"Phew!"

All kinds of laughter came and went in the elevator.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" she hurriedly picked up her umbrella, and the water splashed on his silver-gray linen suit, forming a dull yellow stain of water, which was shocking to look at.

Zheng Jiawen pursed his lips, as cold as a frozen statue, swishing out of the cold.

With a clang, the elevator stopped on the top floor, and everyone dispersed.

"I'm sorry!" Qin Siyan hurriedly took out a tissue from his handbag and wanted to wipe it for him, his face was so embarrassed that smoke was about to come out.

"Shut up!" Zheng Jiawen snorted violently, he couldn't believe that this kind of oolong thing would happen to him?

Qin Siyan was speechless, so he could only wipe the hand holding the tissue on his body.

"I said, can you stop?!" he grabbed her hand and gritted his teeth.

"Jiawen, what's wrong?" An Yichen glanced at Zheng Jiawen in the crowd and walked over in stride.

Catching a glimpse of the tall man getting closer and closer, Qin Siyan hung his shoulders weakly, and couldn't help but secretly*.

God, what bad luck did she have to do to punish her like this?