Li Qiang looked down at the grass in his hand, turned to look at a small flower on the ground, subconsciously picked the small pink flower on the ground, raised his head to look at Yang Yue, and put the small flower on Yang Yue's hand.

"Yueyue, this flower is more suitable for you than grass." After Li Qiang finished speaking, he lowered his head and pretended not to care and looked at the little mushroom cultivated on the ground.

Yang Yue held the small pink flower in her hand, and when she saw the two distinct petals on the small pink flower, the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

She suddenly felt that her heart was beating fast, and her heart felt like a bouncy ball, bouncing endlessly from heart to lung.

When she experienced this period in her previous life, she married Han Jiang without any twists and turns, and she really liked Han Jiang very much at that time, but she didn't have such a feeling of heartbeat.

She held the pink flower tightly in her hand, the smile on her face gradually expanded, and two shallow dimples appeared on either side of her cheeks.

Whoa!

The dense raindrops fell on her, and before she could react, a pair of hands were already on the top of her hair.

When she looked up, she saw the raindrops falling on the hands, down the hands, and soon into the ground.

Soon, the rain became heavier and heavier, and one pair of hands could no longer control the rain.

The crackling raindrops fell on her body, and the little flower in her hand was quickly drenched by the rain and lowered her head, Li Qiang looked at the little mushroom he had just cultivated, and was busy blocking the little mushroom with grass, and then blocked the grass with both hands.

Yang Yue's whole body quickly got wet.

Fortunately, there is no thunder at this time, and she is not as scared as before.

When she lowered her head, she happened to see Li Qiang carefully protecting the small mushroom that had been covered with other grasses, and she was very careful.

His movements were very firm, and when he looked at his hand, he saw Li Qiang's determined face.

Is it really necessary to be so serious just for the sake of insignificant little mushrooms?

Of course! Li Qiang must be serious, in his heart, he doesn't think it's just a little mushroom, this is what the girls he likes love to eat.

Of course, he has to protect the little mushroom well, wait for the little mushroom to grow up, and then give the mushroom to his beloved girl to eat, he glanced at Yang Yue, saw Yang Yue's thinking, and then lowered his head, trying to protect the little mushroom.

Suddenly a hurricane blew over, Yang Yue felt that with the hurricane, all the clothes on her body were wet, and when she turned her head, she found that the clothes on Li Qiang's body had begun to drip.

His face was covered with water, and his hands were still tightly protecting the little mushrooms he had cultivated earlier.

Bang Dang!

Suddenly a stone flower fell on the mountain, and it landed beside them, for they were not struck by a stone in a hollow ground halfway up the mountain.

The rocks in Box Village have not been very stable, as early as more than ten years ago, there have been cases of boulders rolling down, and of course, there have been cases of stoned death.

Yang Yue didn't want to die, so she stretched out her hand and grabbed Li Qiang's arm, "Brother Qiangzi, let's go back quickly!" It's too dangerous. ”

"It's raining a lot now, it's not safe to leave, girl, you go in first and hide, I'm here to protect the little mushroom."

He raised his head and glanced at Yang Yue, a pair of deep eyes flashing with obvious gentleness.

His eyes were like obsidian and stars, and when she saw them, there were ripples in her heart.

When I lowered my head, I saw the small flowers that had been drenched by the rain and almost lost their original color, and I was busy pinching out the small flowers that were soaked in the rain.

Yang Yue looked at those little flowers, but as if she was looking at a baby, she held the little flowers in her palm.

"You like these little flowers?" Li Qiang saw that Yang Yue cherished the little flowers, and the whole person approached the small flowers that he had picked before, and leaned forward slightly, blocking a piece of rain for the little flowers.

"I like it, it's good-looking." Yang Yue nodded, happy to answer Li Qiang's words.