Originally, she was still a little strange in her heart,

With Feng Sheng's desire to tie her up to him all the time, as soon as she didn't go to class, he dragged her to the company to accompany him to work with her domineering character, he really let her come to Jiangnan Ancient Town alone.

It turned out that the reason why the canonization was relieved to let her go was because someone was arranged to protect her in secret.

A breeze with rain blew over, cool raindrops blew on Luo Yangyang's face, the rain was cold, but her heart was warm.

The holy bastard is still so domineering.

She was willful, and he watched her let her be willful, and then quietly put a protective circle around her, so that she could not be dangerously willful.

Ma Feng's figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the street.

Luo Yangyang grabbed the extra red oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

Holding her phone in one hand, she exited the game interface, opened the text message window, and sent a text message to the only mobile phone number in the phone.

Luo Yangyang: 'Holy bastard, you are so handsome that you are sinking. ’

Then, Luo Yangyang held up an oil-paper umbrella and walked out from under the eaves.

There are pools of stagnant water on the bluestone road.

Luo Yangyang, who was dressed in a peach-pink full-breasted skirt, held a red oil-paper umbrella, carefully avoided the stagnant water under his feet, and moved in the direction of the hostel of 'I'm here' step by step.

Surrounded by antique buildings with a long history, the stone bridge under the drizzle, with a sense of history, the rain washes the generations who live here.

Luo Yangyang, who was dressed in ancient costumes from head to toe, stepped on the stone bridge in the drizzle, and her figure moving slowly on the bridge was like a wheel crushing a heavy historical picture.

In the vast drizzle thousands of years ago, there may have been a person who also walked across this bridge with an umbrella,

History seems to overlap at this moment, and in the quiet and bewildering drizzle, Luo Yangyang walked from the stone bridge, as if he was a person in history.

"What a beautiful ......"

It was a young man hiding under the eaves at the other end of the stone bridge.

This person is blonde and blue-eyed, with deep eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a heroic spirit, and he is a handsome man from a foreign country.

At this moment, this handsome man from an exotic country stared at Luo Yangyang holding an oil-paper umbrella on the stone bridge with a pair of blue eyes.