The red-robed woman just looked at the knight with her head bowed in such a reserved and solemn manner.

Wen Cheng instinctively slowly bent over.

Before he could sink down, Wen Cheng was helped up by the red-robed woman.

You, are you really Sister Xiu?

Don't dare to ask!

"Where's the glove?" The woman said with a smile.

Wen Cheng shuddered and handed over the gloves.

"Let me go." The woman smiled back, put on her gloves, and walked on her own.

Wen Cheng swallowed his saliva, waited for the red-robed woman to turn her back, folded the clothes belonging to Liu Zhen and put them in the shopping bag, and followed closely after the red-robed woman.

In fact, the whole mall was watching.

This red robe is very abrupt, but the texture of the dress is delicate and wrinkled, and the color is deep and heavy, but there is no cosplay frivolity.

What's more important is the coercion transmitted from head to toe, and even the crowd gradually inadvertently follows behind, such a proud and attractive aura is really the empress's own deity.

Everyone followed without saying a word, and Wen Cheng looked at the woman's back and pondered.

Me, what am I doing here? Accompany Her Majesty to the mall?

It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and there was no sun in sight in the cloudy sky, and the gray light sprinkled on the wide parking lot in front of the door, and the early spring chill was gloomy and cold.

When she came to the mall, passing by a small pond, the red-robed woman jerked her shoulders unnaturally, and pulled up her skirt in disgust, "Oh, what a trouble."

Such a crisp voice......

"Ryu Zhen?"

"What's the matter, stupid?" Ryu Zhen blinked back curiously.

"You, you...... Just ......"

"I'm kidding you, I really believe it." Yoo Jin covered her mouth and laughed.

Liu Zhen's brisk smile was not bright at all.

Especially under such lightning and thunder.

"Ryu Jin, this joke isn't funny at all." Wen Cheng's face crumpled.

But Liu Zhen is obviously making fun of him, which is really relieved.

But in any case, it was a luxurious figure that the world could fall into.

After hanging his shoulders, Liu Zhen quickly turned his back and looked into the distance seriously, his expression was not joking sadness at all, but full of energy.

"It's about to begin." Liu Zhen said.

She sneered again.

My battle has begun, and you can have a little more affection.

"It's not convenient to take a taxi with such a long skirt." Wen Cheng approached and reached out to help.

Liu Zhen stretched out his hand to stop him without looking back, just standing in the distance looking at him.

The coiled red hair was treated as if it were a strange thing, and it left Wen Cheng's sight.

"I'll call a taxi." Wen Cheng turned on his phone.

"No, I don't." Liu Zhen said lightly.

Under the stabbing sun, there was the roar of the eight-cylinder from far and near, a gust of wind kicked up wet dust, and the black AMG stopped in front of the two, and a driver in a middle-aged suit got out of the car, and turned to the right back seat to open the door for Liu Zhen.

Liu Zhen walked slowly, holding the hem of her skirt and stepping into the car.

After closing the car door, the window was drawn, and Wen Cheng leaned over.

"I'm leaving." It was a familiar voice of indifference, but it didn't look at it.

Ryu Zhen stared straight at the air in front of him.

The date time is over, and from then on it will be a king.

"If there is a change, text early." Wen Cheng said through the window.

This is nonsense, for the sake of the government's face, no one should dare to do it, but the worry still can't be suppressed.

And Liu Zhen's eyes were firmly locked on the front.

"If anything changes, I'll kill them all." She said coldly, and showed a wry smile of redemption, "It's going to rain, go and accompany Su Meng."

"Hmm."

The vehicle slowly swept in front of him, and Wen Cheng clenched his fists and watched the red figure drift farther and farther away.

He shouldn't have let her go alone, and he began to regret it.

Just watching the black car leave, there are still a lot of things in my heart that I can't let go, many people.

He began to feel as lonely as the Great Mage.

Wen Cheng lowered his head and looked at the ground for a long time, then looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and then walked in the direction of the black pressure without stopping.

Twenty minutes later, Wen Cheng came to Su Meng's residence with a shopping bag, knocked on the door and found no answer, he then went to Xiaozhu, the door was opened by Xiaozhu, who was wearing beige pajamas, and found that Su Meng was lying under the quilt, but his eyes were bright, and Xiaozhu quickly threw himself into the quilt and squeezed together with Su Meng.

"Why, didn't you sleep?" Wen Cheng put down the shopping bag, got rid of the heaviness and smiled, "It should be very comfortable to sleep on such a rainy day."

Xiaozhu and Su Meng looked at each other tacitly, showing worried expressions to each other.

Sure enough, he was whispering again.

"Wen Cheng," Su Meng took out the quilt and put his fingers on the heel of his shoe, "I'll wait for you downstairs......

"I'll send you."

"No, I don't." Su Meng gave Wen Cheng a worried look, then pointed to Xiaozhu hiding in the quilt, and then closed the door and left.

He looked out the window, and the clouds were thick, the wind was blowing, and the rain had not yet fallen.

Looking at Xiaozhu's sad expression that he couldn't hide, it seemed that he had something to say.

Sure enough, it's too harsh on your sister? Or is it ......

Is it really interesting to me? That's not going to work.

Enduring the violent heartbeat, Wen Cheng frowned.

"What about that, brother......" Xiaozhu pulled the collar of his pajamas and slowly got out of bed, walked to the window with his slippers, and turned his back to Wen Cheng.

Hearing such a thin voice, Wen Cheng also knew what she wanted to say at this time, but she still listened.

In the corner, the electric heater that Su Meng bought meticulously emitted a faint light.

"This is the tea I picked with Sister Su Meng." Xiaozhu opened the paper bag at the table with a smile on his face.

Wen Cheng could only see the girl's trembling back.

"I haven't had a chance to take it out and brew it for my brother to drink...... Xiaozhu twisted a pinch of tea leaves and put it in the glass, smiled and picked up the kettle and poured it, "I want to make a pot of tea for my brother, and I can't do anything else......

Nothing else can be done? What does that mean?

"Little Bamboo...... You...... What's wrong......

"Brother, sit down."

A warm smile, but the eyes are the opposite cold.

Looking at the steaming glass and the green leaves floating up and down, Wen Cheng slowly sat down and took a sip hesitantly.

As long as there is no sign of a storm, the brother and sister can talk heartily.

But the wind blew the windows, and even the tape was about to peel off.

Su Meng was being blown by the wind downstairs, and she had to take her home early, Wen Cheng looked out the window.

Looking at his distracted brother, Xiaozhu bit his lip and smiled, "Brother, tea...... Does it taste good?"

"Hmm...... It's delicious......" Wen Cheng coped with it.

"That's good," Xiaozhu smiled with a trembling but happy smile, "then ......."

Wen Cheng, who was about to realize something, looked at his sister in a panic.

As if the confession was over, Xiaozhu calmly stated,

"Master, I won't call you brother anymore."