Zhao Siqing slowly looked up, and saw a handsome and compelling face in the curtain of smoke and rain.

Huo Jingchen?

The man's eyes were dark, and he looked directly at her with slightly lowered eyes, but he didn't make a sound.

Zhao Siqing didn't speak, slowly retracted his gaze and drank the beer in his hand.

She just wasn't very happy and wanted to drink a little.

Those years abroad were too difficult, and when she couldn't stand it, she would drink a little.

Then the insomnia was cured, and the nerves were numb.

I don't feel so uncomfortable.

Huo Jingchen never spoke, just stood behind her in silence, covering the umbrella obliquely above her head.

In the dark night, in the midst of a torrential rain.

In front of the dazzling Pearl Tower, a man in a straight suit has one hand in his pocket and the other hand holds an umbrella diagonally, protecting the woman sitting on the stone steps.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and he was silently in the torrential rain like a waterfall, but the umbrella in his hand never moved.

After Zhao Siqing drank the can in his hand, he tilted his head to look at him.

The man was already soaked in rain, but even so, he was still deep and not too embarrassed.

"Mr. Huo, what are you for?" Zhao Siqing asked him loudly.

Huo Jingchen's lips pursed lightly, but he didn't make a sound.

Zhao Siqing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he was really a weirdo.

She stood up slowly, and the umbrella in Huo Jingchen's hand also raised a few points, but she still protected her under the umbrella.

"I just want to sit here, you can leave me alone." Zhao Siqing opened his mouth to him, and there were still droplets of water rolling down his face.

"You like him so much?" Huo Jingchen spoke in a deep voice, his narrow phoenix eyes were sharp and compelling.

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, he didn't expect him to know so clearly.

She didn't bother to ask him how he knew, so she didn't speak.

"What do you like about him?" Huo Jingchen approached a few points, and the two were under the same umbrella, and they were a little closer.

As soon as Zhao Siqing raised his head, he met the man's demonic face.

I don't know if he has been standing in the rain for a long time, his already pale face will be even more bloodless, and his lips will become more and more red, his eyes are evil, and his demonic spirit is soaring!

Without waiting for Zhao Siqing to answer, Huo Jingchen approached a little closer, and said in a deep voice: "I have everything he has, and it will only be better than him!" ”

Zhao Siqing looked at him a little blankly, not understanding the meaning of his words.

After thinking about it, Zhao Siqing felt that he and he had only met a few times, and he was afraid that he had thought too much.

She explained softly: "Mr. Huo, you are very good, but there are many excellent people in this world, not that as long as a person is good at everything, others must like it." ”

Huo Jingchen stared at her and said slowly, "Then what do you like?" ”

As he spoke, there was a thunderclap.

The night sky struck a bolt of lightning, and it instantly seemed like day.

"What did you just say?" Zhao Siqing asked.

Huo Jingchen pursed his lips lightly and stared at her for a few seconds, as if to confirm whether she really didn't hear it.

After a few seconds, he retracted his gaze: "Get in the car, I don't have time to spend here with you." ”

The man's face seemed to change in an instant, and Zhao Siqing became more and more sure of his moodiness.

He walked beside her, his face was very cold, his eyes were cold, and he looked a little cold and ruthless, except for a black umbrella held firmly by his big hand, which always covered her head from beginning to end.

Zhao Siqing looked at his side face, and suddenly felt that this would feel a little strange.

I can't tell what it is, it's like someone carrying the wind and rain for you in an unprovoked storm.