"Does Xia Sixue have to let me shout with you?" Seeing that Xia Sixue was stunned, Feng Minglang shouted at the man again.

Xia Sixue let out a stupid "ah", and soberly raised her legs and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

The rain dripped down her cheeks and fell down her legs along the curve of her bangs.

"Put it on!" Feng Minglang tore off his windbreaker from the back of the chair, and his voice was stern, changing his previous gentleness towards Xia Sixue.

She shivered coldly, but said, "It's not cold." words.

"I remember that you used to say no, how can you now." Feng Minglang stopped and threw his clothes on the guard, but unbuttoned the suit on his body. Put it on for the person on your side.

Xia Sixue pushed Feng Minglang, and said in a low voice: "This, the suit is too expensive, I can't afford it." ”

"I won't let you pay, don't catch a cold!" Feng Minglang cares about Xia Sixue's return, and he is so serious.

It's just that he hasn't seen him for three years, and his tone is a little more domineering, and he vents his dissatisfaction with the person leaving him.

Seeing her put on his clothes, he was relieved, and asked coldly what he knew clearly: "Where do you live?" ”

"Penggu Street is small." She replied simply, forgetting what she had just said she had to do.

"Hmm."

Always downstairs in that small direction, looking at the brightly lit room, Feng Minglang is naturally familiar with the road conditions, even if it is raining, his car drives very fast.

When Xia Sixue got out of the car, the rain had stopped.

Yes, this rain, it seems that God is specially for the two of them, and the purpose is to let Feng Minglang send her back.

And where Xiao Xiang is is an old building, Xia Sixue doesn't want Feng Minglang to send her home.

"I'm home, thank you." She bowed her head slightly and said a respectful word of gratitude.

"I'll get you up." Feng Minglang raised his hand to open the car door, and got out of the car with no doubt in his tone.

Xia Sixue wanted to refuse, but she knew Feng Minglang's personality, walked in front without squeaking, and took out the key when she arrived at the door.

"Don't you want me in?" Feng Minglang has always wanted to go in, and finally has a chance to go in, so he can miss it.

"It's a mess at home!" Xia Sixue lowered her eyes and refused to speak.

Feng Minglang didn't care about the chaos or not, he was going to enter this room today: "Is it chaos, or is there someone I can't see?" ”

"What do you mean?" Xia Sixue clearly knew what Feng Minglang meant, and she was talking about living with others.

"Man, share a house!" Feng Minglang smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, deliberately saying angry words.

"No, I'm not sharing a room anymore." Xia Sixue's explanation was simple, but she remembered the happy time she had with Feng Minglang in the past.

Feng Minglang dodged the key and opened the door.

The space of the forty bungalows is very simple, with only a bed, a table, two chairs, and not even a sofa.

"Don't watch TV now?"

"Well, there's no time." Xia Sixue took off her coat, hung it on her clothes, and picked up a towel to wipe her wet hair: "Do you want to drink water?" ”

"I'm not thirsty, but I'm hungry!" Feng Minglang was hungry, and he had been hungry for three years, just to wait for the woman he loved.

Feng Minglang can eat it, she knew it before, but: "I only have noodles at home, is it okay?" ”

"Hmm." Feng Minglang answered, pulled a chair and sat down, looked around for a week, and looked at the woman who seemed to be more slender than before, walked into the kitchen, put on an apron, and cooked noodles for him.

Xia Sixue didn't know what kind of mood she was in to cook this bowl of noodles for Feng Minglang.