The rain began to fall in the evening, which made Xia Qingyang's heart become anxious, and he paced in the living room from time to time, sometimes looking at the rain outside the window.

"Daddy!" Xia Mengxuan quietly appeared in the guest house.

"Miss, why are you soaking wet?" With Ah Cai's exclamation, Xia Qingyang strode in front of her daughter, only to see that Meng Xuan's face was blue at this time, her hair and clothes were already soaked, and the rain was dragging down from the tips of her hair, and in a blink of an eye, the rain soaked the carpet under her feet.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and call the doctor and put another pot of hot water on the young lady! ”

"Daddy, I don't want a doctor!" Meng Xuan's eyes were empty, "I'm sorry, Daddy made you worry about me, I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry!" ”

"Mengxuan!" Just as Xia Qingyang opened his mouth and was about to answer, Xia Mengxuan's body fell backwards softly.

"Mengxuan, are you feeling better now?"

"I'm much better!" Meng Xuan sat up from the bed with support, "I want to see, is it still raining outside?" ”

"It's still raining, but it's a lot lighter!" Xia Qingyang sighed in her heart and opened the curtains for her daughter, Meng Xuan pressed her face against the glass, feeling the endless rain slipping in front of her eyes.

"Master, there's a phone!" Ah Cai tiptoed in, "Do you want to call Miss?" ”

"Shh Xia Qingyang raised a finger at Ah Cai, then lightened his steps and quietly retreated.

"Uncle, I want to know, is Mengxuan back?"

"Owen, I don't know what happened between you and Mengxuan, but I know that Mengxuan looks hurt. I've never seen her like this since I was a kid! ”

"I'm sorry, Uncle, it's me who made Mengxuan so sad!"

"Excuse me? Do you think a gentle word of sorry can make up for the damage you caused to Mengxuan? ”

Jiang Feng was speechless, silently listening to Xia Qingyang's reproach.

"Owen, from the last rainy day to today's rainy day, your game is over, and my daughter will no longer be the object of your game!"

"Uncle, I don't have a trace of a game mentality towards Mengxuan!"

"But, I know you hurt my daughter, you don't take her seriously!"

"Uncle, it's my fault!"

"Don't mention her, Owen, even if I ask you to beg you, let my daughter go, don't provoke her, she can't stand your toss anymore!"

"Uncle, I understand, I promise you, I won't come to Mengxuan again, but please also say to Mengxuan for me, take care!"

Listening to the sound of the microphone hanging up, Xia Qingyang shook his head and turned around, but he didn't expect Meng Xuan to stand behind him, "Meng Xuan, you..."

"He called?"

"It's him, but Mengxuan, you don't have to hurt yourself for him!"

"Daddy, don't worry, I won't!" Xia Mengxuan calmly promised: "From now on, I won't be thinking about people and things about him!" ”

"That's good!" Xia Qingyang stepped forward and stroked his hand to his daughter's head, "It's cold outside, go back to the bedroom!" ”

"No, Daddy, I want to stay here for a while, I want to hear the rain again!"

Xia Qingyang was speechless and had to sit on the sofa in the living room with his daughter, his eyes looking at his delicate and pale daughter curled up on the sofa from time to time.