Geng Mingxiang's words are full of sincerity.

Song Yinyin looked at him, a flash of panic flashed on her face, "I, I don't know what you're talking about, didn't you say, just treat me as a sister?"

The corners of Geng Mingxiang's lips overflowed with a touch of bitterness, he looked at Song Yinyin affectionately with a hurt expression, "If you hope so."

After he finished speaking, he reached out to Song Yinyin's face and stroked it gently, with distress and disappointment in his tone: "What I said just now was that I was impulsive, didn't you hear it?"

Song Yinyin bit her lip, lowered her eyelids, and hummed softly.

It's just that she didn't dodge Geng Mingxiang's hand stroking her face.

And she drooped her eyes, naturally she couldn't see it, and the calculation and ambition in Geng Mingxiang's eyes were bound to win.

Shang Miao waited in the mall for more than an hour, and the rain not only did not get smaller, but even became as heavy as just now.

She has been using taxi software to take a taxi since half an hour ago, but none of them are willing to take orders.

The shops began to close, and the staff at the café came over twice to remind them that they were going to leave work.

Shang Miao looked at the time on his phone, it was almost eleven o'clock.

It's almost time for the mall to close.

She had to borrow an umbrella from a café and walked out of the mall.

Originally, she wanted to follow the navigation and find a nearby hotel, but the rain was heavier than she expected.

As soon as I left the gate of the mall, the umbrella was opened, and the pouring rain smashed on the surface of the umbrella, as if it was about to smash the umbrella out of a hole.

Shang Miao was a little struggling with an umbrella in one hand, and he felt like he was about to be overturned.

The stagnant water on the ground was also a little deep, and Shang Miao just stepped on it, then frowned and took it back.

The water was so deep that it could reach her instep.

The sound of the car horn was not so harsh in the pouring rain, and the black car stopped steadily in front of Shang Miao.

Shang Miao subconsciously took two steps back, but saw the car window lowered, revealing Sheng Yu's cold side face, and his voice was washed away by the sound of rain, "Come up."

Shang Miao held the umbrella, "Why are you back?"

"The old man is not feeling well, the family doctor has passed, and he is worried about you." Half of Sheng Yu's face was dark, Shang Miao couldn't see his emotions clearly, and could only hear the depth in his tone.

She paused slightly, "Why is it suddenly unwell?"

Sheng Yu rolled his eyes to look at her, his eyebrows were heavy, and he unconsciously brought two orders when he spoke: "Get in the car."

Shang Miao thought that when the old man called at night, he kept coughing, and he was also worried.

She didn't say anything, took the umbrella and opened the car door and sat in.

As soon as I closed the door, the sound of rain outside was cut off.

Shang Miao's voice became clear, "Wasn't Grandpa okay just now?"

"The family doctor is gone, and since you like to pretend to be sensible in front of him so much, you have to go over and care about it?"

Sheng Yu's tone was light, and he couldn't hear much emotion.

In the matter of the old man, Shang Miao was in no mood to argue with Sheng Yu about anything.

She looked at the strings of rain and mist in front of the windshield, "What are you doing again, didn't you just say you were okay?"

Because of the rainy weather, Sheng Yu's speed was very slow.

He looked ahead and sneered, not knowing if he was laughing at Shang Xiao's words.

The tone was nonchalant: "The old man has been asking you, otherwise why do you think I would waste time and run again?"

"You pretended to be obedient in front of the old man, and you did succeed."

After Sheng Yu finished speaking, he took the time to glance at Shang Miao and sneered, "Maybe I should be glad that Xie Xun didn't come to pick you up, so he didn't let me run for nothing?"

Sheng Yu's words, Shang Miao didn't want to take it.

She didn't hear it.

When I got to the old man's place, it was already early in the morning.

The old man hadn't slept yet, sitting on the sofa and reading with reading glasses.

When he saw Shang Miao and them coming, he took the book, coughed twice and asked, "Why did you only come here now, Uncle Liu, I will let you get it."

What about the ginger soup you prepared, give Miao Miao a bowl."

Shang Miao didn't care about anything else, she still had the cold air brought by the outside, and she didn't dare to approach the old man, so she could only ask, "Why are you suddenly uncomfortable?"

"It's useless when I'm old, I haven't adapted to the water and soil yet, and I'm catching up with the sudden cooling and changing seasons."

The old man waved his hand, not wanting to say more.

He looked at Sheng Yu, who was going to answer the phone as soon as he came in, and asked Shang Miao in a deep voice, "It's that bastard kid who picked you up, right?"

Shang Miao nodded, and he also followed the old man's gaze and looked back at Sheng Yu.

When he first came in, it was Sheng Yu's umbrella, and Shang Miao didn't get wet on his body, but now he found that half of Sheng Yu's shoulders were wet.

He was on the phone, and his face was serious.

Xiao Ye only told her that Li Shuo was called back to work overtime at night, and Sheng Yu must have been going back to the company as well.

The old man didn't care much about Sheng Yu, he pulled Shang Miao to sit down on the sofa, and just as Uncle Liu brought ginger soup, he urged Shang Miao to drink it quickly.

Shang Miao said, "You should have rested early."

The old man smiled, "You guys have to come here, where can I sleep."

Shang Miao took a small sip of ginger soup and didn't speak.

Sheng Yu's phone call was also over, and he walked over in a few steps, "Grandpa, are you still uncomfortable?"

The old man snorted coldly, "You don't get angry with me. I'm comfortable everywhere."

Sheng Yu was stunned.

The old man frowned and waved his hand, "There is ginger soup in the kitchen, go drink it yourself."

Sheng Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at the ginger soup that Shang Miao held in his hand, his dark eyes were deep, and he didn't say anything.

The old man was old, and after talking to Shang Miao downstairs for a while, he went upstairs to sleep.

Before going up, he said to Shang Miao, "Don't leave tonight, stay at Grandpa's place, and have breakfast with me tomorrow."

He looked at Sheng Yu again: "It's raining so hard, don't drive, it's too dangerous."

Shang Miao couldn't refuse, so he followed Uncle Liu to the room.

Sheng Yu's room was at the door opposite her, this was the room where she and Sheng Yu lived when they came to the old man's side before.

Before closing the door, Shang Miao saw Sheng Yu answer the phone again, and his expression was even more serious than that of being downstairs just now.

It should have been a good night's sleep on a rainy day, but perhaps because of the change of environment, Shang Miao didn't sleep very well.

The next morning she woke up early.

As soon as I opened the door, the door on the opposite side opened at the same time.

Sheng Yu had a faint blue color under his eyes, and he looked like he hadn't rested well.

He changed into a black shirt, the collar had not yet had time to be buttoned, and the delicate collarbone and bulging Adam's apple loomed.

Sheng Yu has the gas to get up.

When Shang Miao bumped into his gaze, he felt the anger inside.

She paused, and went downstairs without any expression.

The old man was already downstairs, and when he saw them going downstairs together, he was stunned for a moment before saying, "It's only six o'clock, why do you get up so early?"

Sheng Yu replied in a deep voice while buttoning his buttons, "I'm going to Linghua."

The old man said, "Finally, Miao Miao is here, so I'll go after breakfast."