One is an extremely popular popular lover, and the other is an inconspicuous and gloomy good student.

Although they couldn't be lovers, they became friends.

However, this friendship came to an abrupt end one day.

"I'm handsome, but you have to look at the occasion if you're a nymphomaniac. Lao Tzu's hands were sore. Chu Yifan pouted at Zhao Mengyao and motioned for her to take the umbrella.

Zhao Mengyao was so shocked by his words that she came back to her senses from her memories, a trace of blush flew over her face, and she waved her hand a little embarrassedly: "No, thank you." ”

"You're welcome." Chu Yifan directly stuffed the small flower umbrella into Zhao Mengyao's hand without looking at it, and then pulled the pale yellow raincoat on his body: "Didn't you see me wearing a battle robe?" If you can't get drenched, the umbrella will be given to you. Where are you going, do you need me to give you a ride? ”

Chu Yifan paused after speaking, and pointed to the little electric donkey with a certain takeaway logo behind him: "If you don't dislike it." ”

Zhao Mengyao glanced at the battery car that was shining in the rain, hesitated, and said, "I don't like it, it's just ...... I probably won't be able to squeeze it in. ”

Chu Yifan was reminded by her, and when he looked back, there was a takeaway box on the back seat of his little electric donkey, and there was indeed no place to sit.

He was not embarrassed, but grinned loudly: "Hahaha, I forgot that I delivered food today." That's no way, you can ask for more blessings. ”

After speaking, he waved his hand at Zhao Mengyao: "I'm leaving, the customer is in a hurry." ”

Zhao Mengyao hurriedly called out to him: "Hey, your umbrella-"

Chu Yifan replied loudly without looking back: "I sent you, a cute little flower umbrella like you hahahaha!" ”

Zhao Mengyao tugged at the corners of her mouth, thinking: This guy still loves to flirt with girls when he grows up, and his flirting skills have obviously reached the level of perfection.

Looking at the back of Chu Yifan riding a small electric donkey, Zhao Mengyao had mixed feelings in his heart.

She has liked Chu Yifan for three years, and her emotions were once so strong, but now there is only a faint nostalgia left.

What she misses may be the simple, desperate self who likes others.

"Hey, stupid woman!!"

Zhao Mengyao heard a familiar voice, turned her head to look, and Yang Tian, who was holding an umbrella, was walking briskly towards her.

"Are you stupid?! I won't find a roof to avoid it! It's all a soup chicken, and if you have a fever, see what you do! ”

Yang Tian stepped forward and scolded his face, but he couldn't hide the concern in his words.

The dark sky behind him was poured through, and there was a bit of a sense of surprise from the hibiscus, and his dark eyes were full of worry about Zhao Mengyao.

Zhao Mengyao pulled out a pale smile: "I'm fine." How can anyone have a fever so easily. ”

"You fragile little body, I think fever is a matter of minutes." When Yang Tian said this, he quietly looked at Zhao Mengyao, who was soaking wet, she was wearing a V-neck chiffon shirt today, which was wet by the rain and clinged to her body, showing a translucent texture.

He didn't dare to look any further, only angry at why he didn't bring a coat with him before going out.

Zhao Mengyao didn't bother to refute Yangtian's words, but pulled the drenched Youtian under his small flower umbrella, and moved the umbrella to him: "Youtian, don't catch a cold." ”