On the carriage, Qiao Le held Jun Yan's hand tightly, and looked at the young man with bright eyes.

One second......

Two seconds......

Three-second ......

……

However, just when Jun Yan was extremely uncomfortable by Qiao Le, he was about to tilt his head slightly to avoid the girl's burning gaze.

Qiao Le let go.

Well, not only did she let go, but she also pushed Jun Yan away with a quick hand.

The action is unhesitating, and it can be called smooth.

Jun Yan felt that this might be the first time he understood what it meant for a woman to change her face faster than turning a book.

Because he couldn't believe that this unlucky girl was looking at him expectantly a second ago, making him think that she had some terrible thoughts about himself.

And in the next second, it can be so ruthless and unjust.

Is this a woman?

"I'm sorry, my hand just slipped, my hand slipped ......"

Jun Yan with a complicated face pulled out a not very sincere smile, and Qiao Le glanced out the window with disgust in his heart.

Because she was full of expectations for VIP leeks, she paid by mistake after all.

She held Jun Yan's hand and waited for a long time, but there was no hair.

Yes, it's obviously the protagonist, why doesn't there be a fire in the eyebrows?

Everyone else has this, why don't you have a big guy?

This plot is not scientific in terms of Nima.

But she thinks about it, too, if you read a novel, what science do you talk about? It's all scientific, is it still called an ancient dialect novel? It's called science fiction.

Forget it, if you don't have it, you don't have it.

Qiao Le comforted herself silently, but Jun Yan felt a little uncomfortable about her behavior of running away after teasing.

But when you think about it, what kind of hand slippery?

Fooling a three-year-old?

This unlucky girl clearly wanted to hold his hand, but now she remembered that there was a difference between men and women, so she was embarrassed.

Well, it must be like that.

Yes and yes and no.

"Eh, it's blocked in front."

Just when Jun Yanfeng's eyes were sparkling and he didn't know what he was thinking, Qiao Le turned around.

I saw that the girl's eyes were full of doubts, and she seemed to be full of surprise at the fact that she could still get stuck in traffic in ancient times.

However, it seemed that they were lucky, and when Jun Yan opened the curtain to check, the carriages in front of them had moved one after another.

Just from a distance, Jun Yan saw a familiar shadow, which made his eyes darken.

Because he always felt that he had an inexplicable fate with that person.

It seems that many things around her can be related to her.

"What are you doing? It's stuck again, it's time for us to get off. ”

Qiao Le stretched out his hand and poked Jun Yan, not angry. At present, there are too many carriages and the road ahead is congested, so everyone chooses to get off and walk.

So they ought to be so.

And when she looked at the platform in front of the gate, it was still very lively. I don't know if there are tender leeks among so many people.

Thinking of the word leek, Qiao Le suddenly became excited.

So before Jun Yan could react, he had already been grabbed by the girl's arm and dragged off the carriage without saying anything.

In the drizzling rain, Qiao Leyu held an umbrella in his hand and looked at him with a smile. When the rain fell, the girl seemed to be afraid that he would get drenched in the rain, so she took the initiative to approach him and framed him in an umbrella.

Compared with Qiao Le, he was extremely tall, so looking at Qiao Le's efforts to hold an umbrella for him, the thoughts that had forcibly lingered in his heart disappeared.

Yes, he doesn't believe in fate, he only believes in his own eyes.

"Give it to me."

Reaching out to take Qiao Le's flower umbrella, Jun Yan's still gentle expression changed because of this.

Raising his eyes and looking at the oil-paper umbrella of another lady, he couldn't help but check the goods in his hand.

This umbrella, iron?