Zhou Ling was very happy to buy it, but as soon as she left the mall, when she crossed a street and was about to take a taxi, her face fell.

In June, the sky changes when it is said.

A moment ago, the sky was clear, but this time it was dark clouds and heavy rain.

The bean-sized raindrops were blown under the eaves by the wind, and Zhou Ling's instep was quickly splashed with a lot of rainwater.

She took a step back and looked into the rain with some distress, hoping to get a rental.

But there was only so much for rent, and suddenly it rained, and there were more people taking taxis.

Zhou Ling couldn't beat it at all.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was dark as if it was already evening.

She glanced at the clothes she was carrying, distressed.

In fact, she can go farther and take a taxi if she is alone, but the new clothes in her hand can't touch the water.

So she had to abandon the idea.

Soon a puddle formed where she was standing, and the falling raindrops fell on the instep of her feet, cold and dull with a dull ache.

Because the weather was very sunny and the sun was shining when he went out today, Zhou Ling only wore a short-sleeved skirt.

Now that the heavy rain is falling, and the wind has been blowing, the frozen Zhou Ling is holding his arms and rubbing them constantly, and his high heels are also stomping on the ground.

Rao still had a lot of goosebumps on her arms.

What's even more desperate is that the surrounding shops don't even sell umbrellas, and the mall is across the street.

"You seem to be able to make such a mess of yourself every time. ”

A shadow suddenly appeared above Zhou Ling's head, and when she looked back, she saw Song Xingyan smiling at the corner of her mouth.

"Mr. Song......

Because it was too cold, Zhou Ling's voice trembled slightly.

She also felt strange, why could she always be met by Song Xingyan every time she was particularly embarrassed?

Zhou Ling's face was slightly red from the cold, and she smiled awkwardly.

"Didn't look at the weather forecast when you went out?"

Song Xingyan took off his coat and was about to put it on Zhou Ling.

There was a hint of reproach and a hint of pampering in his tone that he was not even aware of.

Zhou Ling hurriedly pushed it away, only feeling flattered by Song Xingyan's behavior.

"No...... No need, Mr. Song, I have clothes. ”

Zhou Ling thought to herself that even if she wanted to wear it, she also had a new coat for Rong Zheng.

Regarding Song Xingyan's move, the first thing she thought of was refusal.

In fact, Zhou Ling did the same, so after pushing away the coat handed over by Song Xingyan, she took the initiative to take a step back and kept her distance from Song Xingyan.

Song Xingyan seemed to have noticed the clothes Zhou Ling was carrying, which were obviously men's clothes.

And to whom these clothes were bought, the answer is self-evident.

The image he had seen that morning reappeared in his mind, and he felt inexplicably jealous.

His eyes darkened, the smile on his lips was a little cold, and suddenly he had an urge to snatch the clothes from her hands and throw them on the ground.

"It's a shame that the newly bought clothes are raining. ”

Song Xingyan stepped forward and undoubtedly draped his clothes on Zhou Ling's body.

The residual temperature suddenly made the temperature of Zhou Ling's body rise a little, and she looked at Song Xingyan, who was suddenly tough, and didn't know how to react for a while.

"It's not easy to take a taxi now, I'll send you back. ”

Zhou Ling looked at the heavy rain and the taxis that marked the full capacity, and frowned in embarrassment.

"You want me to be here with you to get cold?"

Song Xingyan didn't have a good airway, stuffed the umbrella to Zhou Ling, and walked forward angrily.

With his clothes draped on his body, Zhou Ling glanced at Song Xingyan, who was wearing only a thin shirt in front of him.

Seeing that he rushed into the rain without hesitation, the rain instantly wet his hair and clothes.

Zhou Ling had no choice but to follow with an umbrella.

"Thank you, Mr. Song. ”

"Hmm. ”

Song Xingyan walked in front, and Zhou Ling held an umbrella in the back, walking forward with his pace.

Because Song Xingyan is relatively tall, she is a head taller than Zhou Ling, so she has to hold the umbrella very high.

And the umbrella is very small, which means that Zhou Ling can only carefully follow Song Xingyan's steps to avoid stepping on the heel of his shoe.

In Zhou Ling's tormented mood, the two finally arrived at the parking lot.

Song Xingyan opened the car door for Zhou Ling very gentlemanly, he blocked the car with his hand, and watched Zhou Ling go in before getting into the car.

As soon as he arrived at the car, Zhou Ling couldn't wait to take off his coat and hand it back to Song Xingyan.

"Mr. Song, it's not so cold in the car. You'd better put your coat back on. ”

"You put it on first. ”

Song Xingyan looked ahead without squinting, playing the steering wheel, but his tone was still unquestionable.

Zhou Ling didn't continue to wear it, but folded his coat and put it on his knees.

"Where is your home?"

Song Xingyan asked, and Zhou Ling realized that he had not reported his home address, and he was suddenly a little embarrassed.

After reporting the address, the car fell silent again.

Sitting in my boss's car, I felt very uncomfortable.

Zhou Ling maintained a restrained posture, his eyes kept looking out of the car window.

In fact, it was rainy and foggy outside, and I couldn't see anything except rain or rain.

"It's raining, it's so quiet......"

Music suddenly sounded in the car, and the man's soft and emotional voice came out of the car stereo.

Zhou Ling also likes this song very much, but he didn't expect Song Xingyan to be so serious, and serious people would listen to such a romantic and affectionate song.

With the spice of music, Zhou Ling is finally no longer so restrained.

She listened to the song quietly, and her body relaxed.

"Your voice conditions are so good, why didn't you want to be a singer in the past?"

Song Xingyan took the initiative to speak and found a topic to chat with.

Zhou Ling smiled, a little embarrassed, "I actually can't sing all five notes." ”

Her college classmates all teased her about why she had such a good voice but was so insensitive to tone.

She can only say that everything needs talent, and she really doesn't have the talent to sing.

What's more, she only likes to listen to songs, likes words, and singing is not her hobby.

"Is it?" Song Xingyan's mouth hooked slightly, "But you can also use your voice to host the show for others, and it is not in vain that God gave you such a good voice." ”

Zhou Ling was a little embarrassed to be praised, brushed his hair, and said with a smile: "Mr. Song said that he was laughing." ”

"By the way, how is Feng Aishan's interview with you?"

At the mention of this, Zhou Ling's face froze, "Mr. Song, can I discuss something with you?"

"What's the matter?"

Feng Aishan...... I had a bit of a holiday before. So......" Zhou Ling paused, the look of embarrassment on his face was fully revealed, "After getting along yesterday, I think I have very little chance of getting an interview with him." ”

"So I thought if we could change the interviewee? I could find another painter. ”