Boris went to find Lou Yuan, and Lin An, who had recovered well from his injuries, was discharged from the hospital and recuperated in the Lin family's villa. Lin Yiyi usually works at Lin's www.biquge.info, and only after 10 o'clock in the evening will he return to Lin's house and learn painting with Lin An.

The leisurely life made Lin An gain several pounds, while Lin Yiyi became very haggard. At least, every time Old Man Lin looked at his daughter, his eyes were full of distress.

On that day, it was rare to encounter a rainy day in the dry city of A in winter, Lin An was wearing a gray sweater, sitting by the window, and the brush in his hand was casually depicted on the drawing paper.

The door to the room was slammed open.

Lin An, who was taken aback, fell to the ground with the pen in his hand. Looking at Boris who rushed in dissatisfied, Lin An bent down to pick up the pen.

The sharpened nib has been broken in two.

"What are you doing so recklessly?" Lin An looked at the pen in his hand, obviously he had to resharpen it if he wanted to use it. Then when I looked up, I found that the blond young man was almost soaked.

With a breath of cold air, the young man strode up to Lin An and grabbed Lin An.

"How can you still do things so leisurely?" The young man asked angrily.

Lin An looked at the young man in surprise, and in the young man's originally clear eyes, he was now slowly angry, and there was distress that came from nowhere.

"What's wrong?" Lin An asked hesitantly.

The young man opened his mouth, but in the end he still didn't know how to express himself. Finally, he looked at his hand holding Lin An's wrist and pulled her out of the door.

"I'll show you!" The young man's empty hand picked up Lin An's coat that Lin An threw on the bed, and covered Lin An with his head. The other hand kept pulling Lin An's wrist and didn't let go.

Lin An, who couldn't move, could only follow the young man to the door and walk into a heavy rain.

The car at the door was called by Boris temporarily, and the parking location was still some distance from the Lin family's villa. Lin An finally knew why Boris, who entered his room, looked soaked.

The rainy winter was really cold, and Lin An, who was stuffed into the back seat of the car by Boris, couldn't help but sneeze loudly.

There was an extra pack of tissues in front of him, and then Boris's still bad tone was in his ear: "Put on your clothes, if you catch a cold, they will have to blame me!" ”

Lin An couldn't help but take the tissue and wipe his nose. Then obediently put on the coat.

Lin An's angle can just see the face of Boris in the front seat from the rearview mirror. The young man sat straight in the co-pilot's seat, with short blond hair curled on the top of his head.

The sky blue eyes, slightly drooping, seemed to hesitate about something. The expression on his face was not as arrogant as before, but he was a little hesitant.

"What the hell is going on?" Lin An couldn't help but ask again.

Lin An, who was dragged out of the house by Boris in a daze and sat in a taxi, was really confused at the moment.

The young man in the front seat hesitated for a few seconds before he asked apprehensively: "Lin An, you Chinese, if you have a lover, is it a very unacceptable thing to be with other women?" ”

In France, there are many such people. However, Boris has lived in China for a period of time and knows some Chinese habits and ideas, so he feels that what happened before must be clear to Lin An.

"It depends on who's going to be." Lin An smiled and said, "If it weren't for the people around me, I probably wouldn't care." But if it's someone close to me, I'll have to figure out what's going on. ”

The young man breathed a sigh of relief. Lin An said it so simply, he would definitely not be saddened by these things, and he probably thought about it a little more.

"That's fine." Boris cautiously leaned back in his seat.

Lin An didn't know exactly what he was talking about, but the things that could make Boris so worried were not a good thing nine times out of ten.

The car drove through half of the city in the direction of Lou Yuan's studio. Lin An, who was sitting in the back seat, was wrapped in a coat and didn't pay attention to the direction of the car at all.

Finally, the taxi stopped at the door of a café at Boris's gesture.

"You're going to treat me to coffee?" Lin An wrapped himself in an overcoat and followed Boris out of the car. The sudden cold wind made Lin An, who was accustomed to the warmth of the room, couldn't help but sneeze again.

"It's so cold!" As soon as Lin An's words fell, the cold wind that made her shiver disappeared.

Turning his head, he saw Boris getting a black umbrella out of nowhere, standing upwind, shielding himself from the cold wind.

"You're really abnormal today, why are you so good to me!" Lin An couldn't help but sigh again.

Boris didn't respond to her, standing behind her and pushing her into the café. Lin An loosened his shoulders, followed Boris's thrust, and entered the café, not noticing Boris's expression as if he was facing a great enemy.

The sound of a jingle bell rang.

Lin An walked from the cold street to a warm realm. The heat wave instantly washed away the chill on Lin An's body. A loud sneeze sounded, and Lin An turned around. Boris is bending over, one hand covering his nose, and the other hand returning the black umbrella to the stand.

It turned out that the umbrella was borrowed from a café.

The grade of the café is not low, at least, Lin An has never seen a café with a special waiter to prepare warm dry towels for customers.

Watching Boris take a towel and wipe his hair, Lin An walked to the counter and ordered a cup of black tea and a cup of French coffee.

After getting the table number card, Lin An turned around and saw Boris standing behind him. Unsurprisingly, Lin An was pulled by the young man again and walked up to the second floor of the café.

Lin An, who was sluggish, never thought that there was already a big café on the first floor, and there was also a second floor. On the second floor, most of them are private rooms. The heavy and warm sofa separates the positions one by one, becoming a quiet private space one after another.

Lin An could only be grabbed by Boris and moved forward, and finally sat in a "private room" by the window.

"Boris, what the hell is going on?" Lin An asked subconsciously in a low voice. Upstairs is quieter, there are not many people, and the melodious light music makes people want to take a break.

Boris still didn't answer Lin An's question, he just glanced at Lin An, and then at the sofa behind Lin An. Then, tilt your head and look out the window at the rain.

Lin An was about to collapse.

She's just a designer, not a forensic expert. Boris's hesitant expression, Lin An could see it. Lin An can't see any of the others, okay!

On a cold day, he pulled her out of the house, risking both of them to catch a cold, just to come for a cup of coffee! Lin An couldn't help it.

However, Lin An finally held back. Not because Boris explained, but, from behind the sofa. made Lin An, who was about to go crazy, his anger disappeared in an instant.