Rain......

Shen Xichen held an umbrella and looked at the dead fish-like woman in front of him with a deep sense of sorrow.

Dare to be my Young Master Shen's way, it seems that I am tired of it!

Shen Xichen's long body slanted a shadow in the heavy rain, which happened to cover Han Yijing's extremely pale face washed by the rain.

Under the illumination of the headlights, the outline of Shen Xichen's side face is very obvious. Naturally curled eyelashes, densely squeezed together. The evil peach blossom eyes do not have the charm of autumn waves. The most prominent must be the nose that looks like it has been shaved with a knife. Coupled with his cold complexion, he is like a Satan rising from the ground......

This is probably the most fierce rain this year, and the rain has already soaked Shen Xichen's high-end Italian leather shoes.

Peach Blossom's eyes narrowed, and he kicked the quiet woman in front of him who seemed to have lost her breath.

But the rude movements were only exchanged for the sound of the rain, and Han Yijing didn't even furrow her eyebrows.

In this world, what woman doesn't try her best to attract his attention?

I just learned from my cronies that the damn man had bought the Han family, and he was already in a big rage, lying in front of his house, hoping to get his attention, which was too much of a backwater.

As if there was a magical liliang attracting him, Shen Xichen squatted down and looked at Han Yijing up close.

He wanted to see what kind of woman had such "courage".

The majestic rain washed her clean enough, and the swollen eyes that were no different from walnuts jumped into his eyes unexpectedly. Her slender eyelashes were trembling, and it seemed that tears were pouring out of her eyes even when they were closed.

Shen Xichen stiffly broke her face, her straight nose, her pale face like paper, and the cherry mouth, her teeth bit her lower lip tightly, as if she was trying her best to hide something. The rain was heavy, and the body seemed to have lost its soul.

A strange sense of familiarity came as expected......

Shen Xichen threw down the big blue-black umbrella in his hand, not minding the bean-sized rain hitting his body at all. The thin lips outlined a good-looking arc, and what he was interested in was the Han Yijing in front of him who was as fragile as white porcelain.

He stretched out his slender hands, as if he was completing a gesture of effort, picked up Han Yijing, and walked towards the home close at hand.

"Han Yijing, you came in time!" Shen Xichen had no anger in his heart, but his whole body exuded a calm aura.

Han Yijing is a very practical prop.

This woman is enough to help him block all the thorns.