At night, thunder roared in the sky, lightning pierced the night sky, and after a while, a downpour fell from the sky. There was only the sound of thunderstorms in the whole world, which resounded throughout the night.

Ying Jin, who was holding an umbrella, saw the girl running in the rain in her arms with her schoolbag, and after seeing her face clearly, she quickly ran forward to her and shouted loudly, "Classmate, wait, the umbrella is for you!" ”

The girl turned around and saw Ying Jin, wiping the rain from her eyes, and under the white light, her wet face looked even more moist and beautiful. "No, thank you."

Ying should be careful to hold the umbrella on her body, and the rain drips on the umbrella. Hua Jian was visibly stunned for a moment, and looked at the umbrella above her head. They walked side by side in the rain, with the slightest gap in between.

"Thanks, you don't have to, I'm already wet." Hua Jian hugged the schoolbag in her arms and looked at Ying Jin, who handed over the umbrella, and said.

"Where's your home? I'll send you home, you don't want my umbrella, that's all I can do. You should look at the girl who is drenched in soup and has a sense of beauty.

"......" Hua Jian felt speechless in an instant, and finally failed when he kept asking, but still answered truthfully.

"Classmate, Hua Jian." Ying Jin called out to her, and when he saw her stop and look at him, he smiled and looked at her beautiful eyes and said, "You have to bring an umbrella when you go out, and girls can't get caught in the rain." ”

Hua Jian saw him cover her umbrella for her, and the clothes on her body were wet. She hooked her lips, ignored him, and went upstairs.

"You should be careful about this thing that is heavy on color and light on friends, the one just now is the Minister of Literature and Art, and it is also the school flower that has just been evaluated, right?" Xiang Yiyang asked, Zhang Ning, who was pouring water into the cup to drink, asked.

"Yes, she is the Minister of Literature and Art." Zhang Ning replied.

Zhang Ning opened the schoolbag, took out a lunch box from it and held it hot in the palm of his hand, which contained dumplings and a small box of dipping sauce. It was given by Lin Xiufang just now, and she put it on the table.

"Dumplings, do you want to eat them?" Zhang Ning asked.

Yu An, who came down from upstairs, saw some large lunch boxes on the table. "Why are there so many?"

"I'll eat so I don't have to eat supper when I go back." As he spoke, he went to the kitchen to get the dishes and chopsticks.

"Congratulations, elected president of the student council." Yu An sat on the chair on the other side, looked at Zhang Ning and said.

"When you took the stage to speak this morning, I felt that you were very majestic." Xiang Yiyang put down the dishes and chopsticks, sat down and said.

"There is responsibility in the majesty, not just in name. Eat, I'm not hungry. Zhang Ning looked at Xiang Yiyang, who was happy, and said. Went to the cupboard and took out the dog food and fed the cold sword who was following her.

She touched Leng Jian's ear, which was cut to only half by the drug dealer, and looked at it distressedly and asked, "Leng Jian, is every place you fight particularly dangerous?" ”

Leng Jian lay on the ground, I don't know if it understood, and gently shook its tail.

Baihua City, in a private hospital.

Lan Eucalyptus pushed open the door and looked at the two burly men in the hallway, knowing that they had arranged it without thinking. Now Hua Changfu and Wang Chi are teaming up to deal with Zhou Pu secretly, wanting to take his place. A new generation of new products is more addictive than ever. It was Wang Chi who developed it, and later handed over the sample Wang Chi to her for research and experiments.

If a new product appears, the consequences can be imagined.

Thinking of Wei Liqiu, Lan Yu was even more restless, and the guilt in his heart was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.