Before the car drove far, Assistant Yan glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Song Yushuang angrily knocking down the umbrella in Song Nana's hand, and pushed Song Nanai fiercely.

The rain was still heavy.

Almost instantly, the little girl was soaking wet, her hair dripping down, and Song Nana's face was white.

Seeing this, Song Yushuang's eyes were even more angry, "Why are you so useless!" How could I have raised such a useless thing as you! ”

As she spoke, she raised her hand high and slapped Song Nana's face fiercely.

Song Nana's eyes quickly crossed the cold, she used her skills to dodge, but it looked like she was fanned, Song Nana was about to fall to the ground, and in a panic, one foot "inadvertently" kicked Song Yushuang's ankle.

Song Yushuang wanted to hit Song Nana, but the center of gravity was originally leaning forward, and after being kicked by Song Nana, the whole person fell straight down.

There was just a puddle of water where she fell, Song Yushuang hurriedly supported it with her hand, but when she heard a "click", she screamed out in pain instantly.

Song Nana had a smile in her eyes, her cat-like round eyes narrowed slightly, and when she was about to do something, she suddenly heard the tire noise coming into contact with the ground.

She tilted her head, her delicate eyebrows seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of mist, Maybach stopped in this position again, and Song Nana lowered her head, her face slightly pale.

Soon, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in front of her eyes.

Going up the straight suit pants, Song Nana crashed into a pair of dark and obscure eyes.

Seeing the little girl look up, Fu Tingchuan stretched out his hand to her.

The left hand is knollen and firmly holds a pitch-black umbrella with a silky sheen on the surface of the umbrella, and the handle and stem are wooden.

The handle of the umbrella made of white rattan in Malacca is surrounded by a gilt gold nameplate, and the letters BIRGG are particularly conspicuous on the nameplate.

A right hand was handed to Song Nana, and a string of Buddhist beads was worn on the wrist bone.

Song Nana's breath froze for a moment, and she seemed to smell a faint sandalwood on it.

…

Fu Tingchuan had never seen a person so similar to Xie Qinghan.

That night, he went to Fu's hotel after the party, and in the elevator, he saw Manager Wang holding a thin girl in his arms.

Fu Tingchuan ignored Manager Wang's sudden change in face, "ding", the elevator door opened, and he was just about to get out of the elevator, but he saw half a familiar side face in a trance.

It's too much of a resemblance.

Just these three words, kept spinning in his brain.

Because of this face similar to Xie Qinghan, Fu Tingchuan did not hesitate to let people stop Manager Wang.

Maybe the other party was already weak-hearted, and after being stopped, he instantly explained everything, and Song Nanai was naturally flattered by him and sent to his arms.

But now, Song Nanai was soaking wet, sitting weakly in the rain, and the softness unconsciously revealed in her eyelashes let Fu Tingchuan know that Song Nanai and Xie Qinghan are no longer similar except for their looks.

Xie Qinghan is a rich flower in the world, and it is a peony that only the Xie family's heritage can water.

And Song Nana is a peony, slender and delicate, and there is an indescribable weakness and harmlessness.

Fu Tingchuan frowned.

But soon, he still subconsciously put the coat hanging in the crook of his arm on Song Nana, and even reached out to pull her up.

When he realized what he was doing, Fu Tingchuan was slightly stunned, and between his cold eyebrows and eyes, his eyes lightened a lot.