"Sister Luo didn't come back so late, and I don't know where she went......" The housekeeper looked at his face, a little afraid, but he still couldn't help but say, "It didn't rain when she went out, and it didn't seem to bring an umbrella." Fastest update"

"......" Fu Tingyuan's face was gloomy, his eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, he lowered his head and looked at his mobile phone for a while, turned around, and rushed directly into the rain curtain without even bringing an umbrella.

He walked in a hurry, and in a short time the Bentley, which had just been turned off, rushed out of the courtyard and drifted away in the rain.

The butler stood in place, sighing incessantly.

It's over, and it's finally a stop at home, and it's estimated that the cold war will start again.

He's pretty much used to this rhythm.

This rain is very urgent.

The Rolls-Royce drove gently on the road, without music, and the whole space seemed a little silent.

The air conditioning in the car was very high.

But Luo Nanchu's face was still pale, and his lips were a little blue.

She was covered with a blanket to absorb water, but there were still droplets of water dripping down her cheeks from her hair, and the man held her through the blanket and felt her tremble slightly. He slowly tightened his arms and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to go to the hospital?" ”

"It's okay," Luo Nanchu raised his head and smiled, "I drank a cup of hot water when I came out, and it wasn't too cold." ”

The driver stopped at a pharmacy that was open at 24 o'clock, and hurriedly ran over to buy ginger tea and fever and cold medicine for Luo Nanchu, in the car, Luo Nanchu looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of him, and the smile on his face was slightly trance.

It turns out that it has been so many years.

The aura on his body was still familiar to her.

It still smells so warm and nostalgic.

She lowered her head, leaned her face against the man's chest, and listened to his steady heartbeat through the blanket.

The man raised his hand and pressed the back of her head, so that her whole body was leaning into his arms.

The bag she put aside made a mobile phone vibrate, he reached out and took her bag, Luo Nanchu leaned on his arms and said lazily: "Too lazy to look, you can help me take a look." ”

Qin Lie took out his phone.

On the screen of Luo Nanchu's mobile phone, there is a photo that has just been sent.

The photo was taken from behind, and in the dim light of the cabin, the handsome and tall man in the driver's seat only had a faint side face, but it still made him recognize who it was at a glance. The woman sitting in the passenger seat had a strange face, smiled slightly and lowered her head, holding a cartoon bear in her arms, ** on the clothes on her body, the words "happy birthday" were faintly visible.

Such a scene, when taken, can be called a very warm photo.

Qin Lie put the phone back in Luo Nanchu's bag, and lowered his eyes to look at Luo Nanchu who was lying in his arms with his eyes closed.

The makeup on her face had been washed off by the rain, revealing the face he had seen for more than twenty years. Every contour of her face was familiar to him to the extreme, and it still made him feel so excited when he saw it. It's just that it's raining at the moment, it should be very cold, there is no blood on his face, and he is very haggard.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her still wet hair, then pressed the person into his arms with a slight force, lowered his head and kissed her hair gently.

"For so many years, that person has always made you so lonely."

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