She fished out Liang Huan's account from her WeChat blacklist, and after scolding more than a dozen in one go, she put him back on the blacklist again.

It's all his fault!! Crime boss!! The Root of All Evil!! Initiator!!

Liang Huan didn't sleep very well this night, and when he was about to be in the morning, in a daze, a series of message prompts came from his WeChat.

Who, send him a message so early in the morning, and let people not sleep??

Sleepy-eyed, he reached for his phone and glanced at it.

More than a dozen messages popped up at the top of the phone in one go:

"Xiao Xixi, who blocked me, sent you a new message."

"Xiao Xixi, who blocked me, sent you a new message."

"Xiao Xixi, who blocked me, sent you a new message."

Liang Huan: ???

He wiped his eyes, braced his arms, and sat up from the bed.

This...... What's wrong??

It's been a night, is Song Jiaxi still angry? ?

Liang Huan looked at the information on his mobile phone screen that was swiped by Song Jiaxi again, and couldn't help but start to doubt his life.

He pondered carefully for a moment, and solemnly typed a sentence on the screen: "I'm sorry, can you give me a chance to explain??" ”

Soon, after the message was sent, he received an automatic reply from the system:

The message was sent, but it was rejected by the other party.

Liang Huan: "......"

His life was miserable.

——

On the day of the official move, there was a light rain in the sky.

Song Jiaxi held an umbrella and pulled her last box of luggage to the house in Fanxingyuan, and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

From tonight, she will officially move into the Star Garden.

To celebrate her move, Xiaorou would come over to have dinner with her in the evening.

Song Jiaxi glanced down at the time, and estimated that it was almost time to go to the subway station at the entrance of the community to pick up Xiaorou, so she picked up her umbrella and went downstairs.

Coming out of the corridor, the sky that was still drizzling just now began to rain the size of beans.

Bursts of raindrops, falling on the leaves and on the ground, mixed with the smell of grass in the soil, made the sultry weather a lot cooler all at once.

Song Jiaxi held up her umbrella, and when she was about to go out, she saw a person standing on the opposite side of the path in front of the corridor.

He stood tall with a plain black umbrella and wore a white shirt with a navy blue tie around his neckline.

The rain fell on the surface of his umbrella, sliding down the arc, one by one, like large beads and small beads falling on a jade plate, forming a rain curtain around him.

Behind the strings of rain curtains was his cold, handsome, well-defined face, with clear and deep eyes, with a shallow smile and thick tenderness, looking at her without blinking.

Song Jiaxi was stunned for a moment, and then heard his warm and deep voice speak: "Xiaoxi, I'm back." ”

She held an umbrella and looked at each other across the path from him, through strings of raindrops falling from the sky.

He came from the smoke and rain, with a clear body, like a noble son who came from calligraphy and painting.

Song Jiaxi came back to her senses after a moment of confusion, and after staring at Liang Huan for a while, she directly held the umbrella and walked past him.

"Xiaoxi." Liang Huan stretched out a big slender hand and directly held her slender wrist.