Chapter 0245: A Typhoon Strikes

"Daughter-in-law, are you leaving?" The old woman walked over in a wheelchair, grabbed Mo Yushu's hand, and said, "I don't want you to go." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Looking at her stubborn appearance, Mo Yushu didn't know what to say, she couldn't be serious with a person who was in bad spirits, right?

Seeing this, Butler Yu walked over with a flattering face and said, "Miss Mo, what my young master means is that if you are not satisfied with the contract, we can renegotiate the content, do you think you want to stay first, and then we will talk?" ā€

"Okay, then." Mo Yushu really couldn't stand the old woman's tearful look, and nodded, and at the same time, considering that Luo Xiaoyi had saved her life, she didn't want to go too far, and Luo Xiaoyi didn't have any malicious intentions, but she didn't want to owe him too much.

Seeing her nodding, the old woman was also very happy, "Daughter-in-law, aren't you leaving?" Then you push me back to my room, and I'll have something delicious for you. ā€

Hearing this, Mo Yushu glanced at Luo Xiaoyi, Luo Xiaoyi waved his hand, and the maid who was waiting for the old woman came over and whispered a few words to the old woman, and the old woman let go of her hand a little reluctantly, and said reluctantly: "Daughter-in-law, you must come to see me in a while, I'm waiting to get you something delicious!" ā€

"Don't worry, I'll go see you." Seeing that the old woman was finally pushed away by the maid, Mo Yushu breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when she turned around, she found that only Luo Xiaoyi and herself were left in the small garden, and she not only said a little crampedly: "Where are we going to talk?" ā€

Before the words fell, a trace of cold touch melted into her palm, making her heart tremble violently, and when she looked down, Luo Xiaoyi wrapped her little hand tightly in his cold palm, and struggled, "What are you doing?" ā€

Luo Xiaoyi didn't speak, but squeezed her hand and walked towards the depths of the garden.

Mo Yushu was a little panicked, "Where are you going to take me?" ā€

"Boom ......" At this moment, a burst of thunder sounded, the sky immediately darkened, and then the wind blew fiercely, Mo Yushu remembered the typhoon forecast he heard in the car today, but he didn't expect this typhoon to come.

The strong wind ruffled Mo Yushu's hair, so that she couldn't even open her eyes, Luo Xiaoyi hurriedly took off her coat, wrapped Mo Yushu, hugged her and ran forward, but before she could run a few steps, the bean-sized raindrops fell with hail.

Soon, the rain wet the clothes of the two people, Mo Yushu instinctively followed Luo Xiaoyi and kept running forward, and finally, they came to the door of a two-story building, Luo Xiaoyi kicked open the door and took Mo Yushu in.

"Whew, it's raining heavily." Mo Yushu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to look at Luo Xiaoyi again, he was leaning against the door panting heavily, and his face was frighteningly white.

"Are you alright?" Mo Yushu walked over and saw that his thin shirt was already soaked, and the rain in his hair was still dripping down his cheeks, so he couldn't bear it, so he hurriedly took off his coat to put it on him, but found that the coat was too wet to be used.

Just when she was embarrassed, Luo Xiaoyi pulled her up and walked upstairs.

However, as soon as she went upstairs, Mo Yushu was stunned by the scene in front of her, it turned out that this was Luo Xiaoyi's studio, but what was going on with those paintings? The walls are full of her portraits, and the paintings are all about ten years old, some are cute, some are contemplative, some are lively, in short, there are all kinds of expressions, no, there are a few pictures that are what they are now, and they are painted recently, which is simply too incredible.

Mo Yushu walked to the easel near the window, on which was an unfinished painting, on which a beautiful woman wore a blue and white porcelain-style long skirt, confidently walking on the catwalk, that charm, that style, is simply better than the real person, this, is it really her?

"Boom! At this time, a lightning bolt struck, and the window on the second floor was hit by something, the glass shattered, and the wind poured in instantly, knocking down the easel with a "bang".......

Immediately afterwards, the wind and rain hit the ground, and Mo Yushu, who had just turned around, only felt that her feet slipped and her body leaned back.

"Ah" At this moment, Luo Xiaoyi hugged her waist and spun around, trying to stabilize her figure, but she didn't expect that the ground was really slippery, Luo Xiaoyi's body was crooked, and finally the two of them fell together gorgeously, and Luo Xiaoyi was on top and Mo Yushu was below.

"Bang" her back hurt so much that it was almost cracking, Mo Yushu even heard the crisp sound of bone rubbing, and Luo Xiaoyi's tall figure completely pressed on her body.

Mo Yushu only felt that the air in her body was about to be squeezed out, she twisted her eyebrows on the side of her face, adjusted her breathing, and suddenly felt as if something had fallen on her neck, soft and itchy, and when she realized it, the blood in her body boiled instantly, and her face exploded like a furnace, as if it was ...... Be...... Luo Xiaoyi's lips.

"Me, isn't it heavy?" The hot breath exhaled from Luo Xiaoyi's mouth just blew into Mo Yushu's white neck, and she immediately got goosebumps.

With his hands on Luo Xiaoyi's chest, Mo Yushu said embarrassedly: "Please get up first, I can't get angry." ā€

Luo Xiaoyi frowned, pursed his lips, and said with a hollow look in his eyes: "My leg seems to be pierced into the glass." After saying that, he turned to the side with a muffled snort.

"Huh? Where? Mo Yushu hurriedly got up to check his wounds.

Sure enough, his left leg was already red under the knee, and there was a sharp shard of glass stuck in it.

Mo Yushu looked at the wound a little helplessly, "Where do you have a medicine box, I'll take you to deal with it?" ā€

Luo Xiaoyi pointed to a small room inside.

Mo Yushu tried to help Luo Xiaoyi up, and helped him into the room with difficulty, there was no window inside, it was so dark that he couldn't see anything, Mo Yushu hurriedly turned on the light, and glanced around, there was only a bed and a small cabinet.

Mo Yushu helped Luo Xiaoyi sit on the bed, then opened the small cabinet, rummaged through and found only a bottle of medicinal alcohol and a roll of adhesive tape.

"Can you still hold on?" Mo Yushu rolled up his trouser leg and looked at his wound in embarrassment, not knowing what to do.

"You're nervous about me?" Luo Xiaoyi's empty eyes suddenly flashed with a glimmer of light, and in his impression, no woman except his mother really cared about him. The women who used to try to get close to him were either full of fear of him, or they were secretly scheming, which made people feel disgusted.

"Shouldn't I be nervous about you because I'm hurt?"

"Thank you." After Luo Xiaoyi finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out the glass piece, and the blood flowed like an injection in an instant.