Chapter 8: The medicine is spit out by her

The changing weather is as unpredictable as life's chances, and one moment it was a good haode, but now it is raining.

One drop, two drops...... A drop fell on her hair, cheeks, clothes, down her neckline and into her skin, into her body. It was so cold on this summer morning.

She walked barefoot in the rain with her arms around her neck, letting the rain cold her body, her face, which was as white as paper, was full of water, and she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

Last night was devastated by him again and again, she was already weak and did not rest well, but she walked barefoot in the rain in her pajamas......

Yan Cone, who followed her, was sitting in the car, and at this time received a call from his subordinates, reporting that Yan Jiyun had been living in the room where he had been using contraception. The set is as it is.

When Yan Cone heard the news, he became more and more surprised, and he couldn't imagine that his brother not only let the girl sleep in his room until now, but what was even more strange was that it was useless. Yan Cone thought of a lot in an instant, and he was as shrewd as a fox, so he immediately dialed Jin Biao's phone and asked the woman named Peng Juan......

Shui Han squatted under the tree, extremely embarrassed. She vomited to her stomach, and with the pain in her body, she had no strength to stand up again, and her whole body was paralyzed and dizzy, like a stray dog that had been discarded.

The contraceptive pill that was poured in the hotel also spit out, but Shui Han didn't know it, she could only sense that she was about to fall apart and faint, but she still maintained a trace of sobriety, which made her bear the pain clearly.

She didn't even have a penny on her, she didn't know if her aunt was at home now, she could only walk back. At this moment, she is a madman in the eyes of others. She was drenched in the rain in her pajamas, and she was barefoot, and everyone who saw her thought she might have run away from a mental hospital. No one dared to approach her, and when they passed, they only looked at her with pity or contempt.

Shui Han really couldn't walk, leaning against this tree, huddled up, shaking so much, she was soaking wet, like a stray dog abandoned on the street. The biting cold soaked every cell in her body, and she had stepped on a lot of stones on her feet before, and the faint blood stains soaked out were quickly washed away by the rain, leaving only a clear pain tormenting her......

Shui Han looked down at the necklace in his hand, only to feel that the tips of his heart were trembling, overflowing with bitter juice. She will not forget that one summer day four years ago, she was almost defiled in the alley, but it was a man like a god who saved her. Before she could ask his name, he had already departed in style, and she had picked up his lost necklace.

At that time, he didn't know why he would save her, maybe it was righteous and brave, maybe it was casual, maybe he didn't remember it at all, but his face was deeply imprinted in Shui Han's mind, and she would remember it for a lifetime.

To her, he was a benefactor, he saved her from the disaster of being trampled on, and last night, it was he who ruined her...... Is he an angel or a devil? He knew that she had been silently praying for him for the past four years. I pray that he is happy and healthy, even if it is the fate of only one time in this life, she still has a grateful heart. If she knew that this would be the case with Zaijian, she would rather never see each other......

Her tears are not only sad about the loss of her precious Zhenjie, she is also paying tribute to this pure gratitude that was destroyed by him.

In a car not far away, a man with an indifferent expression looked at this scene coldly, and did not give any instructions to the driver, so that people could not guess what he wanted.

"Young Master, where are we going now?" Hong Zhan asked with a bitter face. He didn't want to alarm the young master, but the car drove to the intersection, and the young master didn't have clear instructions, how did he know which direction to drive?

To the right is the way to the company, and to the left is to the girl. Hong Zhan could see from the rearview mirror that Yan Jiyun's gaze fell under the tree, but he didn't know what the young master meant by the past or not? Anyway, he is also a person who has slept with the young master all night, in case the young master suddenly has a kind heart this time, maybe he will let the girl get in the car.

On Yan Jiyun's handsome face, the cool lips moved slightly: "Hong Zhan, go to ......" Before he finished speaking, a cold glint flashed in his eyes......

I saw that Yan Cone's car in front of him stopped under the tree and walked towards Shui Han. Yan Jiyun was silent for a moment, not saying a word, just staring at his cold eyes, and there was a slight undercurrent in his eyes......