Yao Shengming listened, and cold eyes swept his face: "Unless you want to die." ”

At dusk, Yao Rong walked halfway, and suddenly it rained, she raised her hand to block it above her head, the rain became heavier and heavier, and she raised her feet to leave.

The rain of "bang-la-la-la" kept beating on the body.

"Why is it raining all of a sudden?" she whispered.

She rushed forward, but she didn't expect to be in the way, she crashed forward, was grabbed by an arm, and held her in her arms, and the rain didn't beat on her body.

"You...."Yao Rong raised his head and bumped into Zhuo Song's dark eyes.

He looked down at her, the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile, took out a handkerchief to wipe the rain from her forehead, and asked in a deep voice, "Running so fast, could it be that you miss me?"

"Fuck off. Yao Rong listened, his pretty little face was raised, he reached out and grabbed his umbrella, and snatched it away.

She snatched his umbrella and ran two steps forward, then suddenly stopped and turned.

I saw Zhuo Song standing in the rain, with his hands in his pockets, looking at her with a smile, but he didn't say anything.

She wanted to leave ruthlessly, but the soles of her feet were like roots, and she turned around and walked towards him, holding the umbrella above his head, and then she realized that Zhuo Song was so tall.

She raised her hand high, barely holding him out of the rain.

"I've never seen someone like you who doesn't have a long IQ, something can be snatched away by a woman!" Yao Rong scolded him.

Seeing this, Zhuo Song shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm willing." ”

Hearing his words, she was stunned for a moment, only to hear that not far away, someone was walking towards her.

The man stood not far away and said to Zhuo Song, "Young Master, it's time to go." ”

Zhuo Song moved and said, "You go to the car and wait for me." ”

"Yes. The man answered, turning his head and leaving.

Yao Rong was wearing a sweater, wet from the rain, sticking to her body, outlining her proud and tall figure, Zhuo frowned.

He reached out and took off his blazer, walked around behind her and said, "Remember to wear your coat when you go out in the future." ”

Seeing this, Yao Rong wanted to refuse, but Zhuo Song jokingly asked, "Are you sure you don't want to? It's not bad. ”

Hearing his words, she looked down at the sweater, which was wet and sticking to her body, and she hurriedly pulled the suit.

"You rascal. Yao Rong was angry and wanted to beat him.

Zhuo Song turned around, took half a step back, kissed her, and laughed in a low voice: "Let's go, goodbye." ”

Yao Rong watched him turn around and walk in the rain, the cold winter rain slapped on him, the man's arrogant momentum was formed, and the straight waist pole symbolized that he would never be overwhelmed.

Looking at his figure, Yao Rong trotted two steps and said, "Your umbrella." ”

Zhuo Song turned his head and looked at her, the rain kept beating on his body, and he smiled and said, "Give it to you." ”

A luxurious car drove up, Zhuo Ji stepped forward, opened the door and got in.

The car drove away, splashing, and when passing by her, he slowed down, as if he was afraid of splashing her.

Yao Rong looked at the direction where the car disappeared, her lips moved, and said, "Your injury, is it okay?"

She remembered the wound on his arm, as well as the burn wound on his back, which was particularly severe. It was raining just now, could it be... Thinking of this, she kept shaking her head.

"What I was thinking, what I cared about what he was doing, and I didn't know him. She whispered, for some reason, a little lost.

She took small steps, walked in the rain, returned to the apartment, and was about to collect the umbrella when something fell.

"Smack. The object fell to the ground, and she was stunned for a moment, not expecting something to be caught in the umbrella.

She picked up the pink envelope, opened it and saw a bracelet lying inside, she opened the envelope and folded it flat, and saw the handwriting of dragons and phoenixes dancing inside.

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