Ruan Yan left the restaurant after settling the bill, only to find that the rain had fallen.

The bean-sized raindrops crackled and smashed on the steps, and the rain curtain formed a line, drenching the ground in an instant.

The rain is rapid, but this shower usually doesn't last long.

So Ruan Yan planned to wait for the rain to stop before taking a taxi back to the villa.

Because when she went out, she greeted the driver and asked him to get off work early today, and she took Sheng Yubai's car back in the evening.

Now it's not good to call again and let people make a special trip.

Thinking back, Ruan Yan looked at the sky and sighed lightly.

Then she raised her hand, put her white knuckles on the burgundy silk scarf that had been used to decorate her neck, and untied it slowly.

She was slow, depressed, and a little absent-minded.

The silk scarf that had just been untied was wrapped around his fingertips, and before he could put it away, it was swept away by a whistling wind.

She finally came back to her senses and subconsciously reached out to grab the silk scarf.

I didn't want an extra hand to suddenly appear in my sight, so I grabbed the corner of the silk scarf before her.

The burgundy silk scarf fluttered in the wind, rubbing against the man's hand.

It was a man's hand.

The joints are distinct, the knuckles are slender, and the flesh and bones are well-proportioned.

His knuckles were still flushed with a light pink halo, lining his skin cold white, like a piece of polished jade.

Such a flawless hand is like a rarity.

Even if Ruan Yan is not hand-controlled, he can't help but be attracted by it at this moment.

The burgundy silk scarf was hooked by the man's bony fingers, which was inexplicably a little sultry.

The summer night rain drenched the silk scarf, and the translucent silk product adhered tightly to the man's cold white skin, making the icy and jade hand soaked with moist lust.

Ruan Yan looked straight, and for the first time knew that it turned out that human hands could be described by the word "sexy".

And at this moment...... She reached out to grab the silk scarf, and was grasping the man's fingertips through the soaked silk scarf.

The man's hand was as warm as jade, in stark contrast to the fiery palm of Ruan Yan's palm.

Xu is because his hands are too pretty, and there is an inconspicuous black mole on his exposed wrist joint. Ruan Yan felt a little familiar.

With a hint of suspicion, she lifted her long eyelashes and looked sideways at the owner of the hand.

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The crackling sound of the rain was slightly rapid.

Ruan Yan, dressed in a burgundy velvet dress, stood on the steps, her slender figure embedded in the lights of the restaurant and the light and shadow of the boundless night.

Her gaze met the eyes of the man who had kindly helped her grab the silk scarf.

The moment their eyes met, Ruan Yan's heart jumped suddenly, and he was almost frightened away by the man's familiar and unfamiliar deep eyes.

Sure enough, it was Ling Huaiye.

She remembered that there was a small, inconspicuous black mole on the raised joint of his right wrist.

Just when Ruan Yan's mood was changing, the man who was staring at her across the air had a calm and handsome face, not angry but threatening, and there was an invisible deterrent all over his body.

The man looked at her heavily, his dark eyes deep and deep.

I don't know how long it took, the man first hooked his thin lips, smiled meaningfully, and his voice was low, "How long does Miss Ruan want to grab my hand?" ”

The man's strange and familiar "Miss Ruan" was like an invisible silk thread, which suddenly tightened Ruan Yan's heart.

It's been a long time since she's been called "Miss Ruan."

Since Ruan Yan and Sheng Yubai agreed to marry three years ago, her title in the upper circle of Chunluo City has changed from "Miss Ruan" to "Mrs. Sheng".

So far, perhaps only Ling Huaiye remembers that she is still the Ruan family.

However, for Ling Huaiye, this "Miss Ruan" seemed polite and unfamiliar.

He used to call her "soft".

It was his exclusive nickname for her.

Until three years ago, Ling was depressed and moved his family abroad.

On the day he left Chunluo City, Ruan Yan, who had just received a certificate with Sheng Yubai, went to the airport to see off Ling Huaiye and them.

At that time, Ling Huaiye began to change his name to call Ruan Yan "Miss Ruan".

is just a simple title, but it makes Ruan Yan feel that their childhood sweethearts are like clouds, and the relationship is suddenly as far away as mountains and seas.

……

After his thoughts returned, Ruan Yan withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

"I'm sorry." She frowned and whispered, her face floating uncomfortably.

Then he raised his eyes and looked meaningfully at the silk scarf in the man's hand: "That...... It's mine. ”

Ling Huaiye followed her line of sight and fell into his hands.

The burgundy silk scarf was soaked in the rain, and it seemed like blood soaked in white yarn, wrapping around his cold white knuckles.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Ling Huaiye actually smelled the familiar faint fragrance of gardenia on the silk scarf.

The top note is cold, the tail note is quiet, it seems to have the effect of concentrating, it smells good and makes people feel at ease.

Under Ruan Yan's slightly uneasy gaze, Ling Huai Ye did not change his face to hide the turbulent waves in his heart.

He handed the silk scarf to her, and his voice was slow: "Put it away, don't be blown away by the wind again." ”

Ruan Yan took the silk scarf and bowed slightly: "Thank you." ”

Then she felt that her tone was too rusty, so she took the initiative to raise her eyes and look at the man: "Long time no see." ”

"When did you return home?"

Ling Huaiye in front of him is more heroic and handsome than three years ago.

The knife-cut eyebrows and eyes are handsome and elegant, like a handicraft.

Xu has gone through the tempering of the years, and even the man's eyes have become much deeper and more complicated.

Not long after Ruan Yan looked at him, he felt the pressure and unconsciously looked away.

"Long time no see." The male voice is low and magnetic, and the texture is as warm as jade in the sound of the rain, which is very good.

Ruan Yan, who has always been determined, was also bewitched for a few seconds.

Then she heard the man answer her question: "It's been almost half a month since I came back." ”

Ruan Yan nodded, raised his eyes and glanced at the man again, and subconsciously wanted to ask him why he didn't say anything when he came back.

After thinking about it, now that they are no longer childhood sweethearts, she is already married, and she should keep a good distance from the opposite sex.

So the words that came to her mouth were swallowed back by her.

Ling Huaiye saw that she wanted to say something and stopped, and did not ask.

Just stood sideways with her on the steps, his hands in his trouser pockets a little casually, his right hand clenched his fingertips, and his heart was a little restless.

After a while, his gloomy gaze looked at the dark night sky, and he took the initiative to speak: "I haven't seen you for three years, are you doing well?" ”

"It's good." Ruan Yan said softly, paused, and asked back: "What about you?" ”

Ling Huaiye smiled, hummed in a deep voice, and didn't say much.

Then there was a long silence between them, except for the crackling of the rain.

Just when Ruan Yan was forced by the man's sense of oppression from the inside out to find a reason to leave first, Ling Huaiye opened the conversation again: "Actually, I saw you just now outside the door of the private room upstairs." ”

Ruan Yan was slightly stunned, Yu Guang glanced at him, and replied vaguely: "Hmm...... I seem to see you, too. ”

After a while, she smiled a little embarrassedly: "But you have changed a lot, I don't dare to admit it." ”

Ling Huaiye also laughed, and his voice lowered: "I heard that today is the third wedding anniversary of you and Sheng Yubai." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Ruan Yan's face seemed to freeze in the afterglow.

Seeing her like this, Huai Ye's heart tingled slightly.

Suddenly regretted his directness.

He just wanted to find out about her relationship with Sheng Yubai.

In the past three years, Ling Huaiye has always been conflicted in his heart.

I am afraid that Ruan Yan and Sheng Yubai will not be happy after marriage, and I am afraid that she will be too happy.

Just when Ruan Yan's heart was clouded with a layer of gloom, a black Cullinan stopped on the side of the road not far from the bottom of the steps.

Ling Huaiye's assistant got out of the driver's seat, stretched out a black umbrella, and walked straight up the steps towards him.

Seeing this, Ruan Yan on the side understood that Ling Huaiye was leaving.

didn't wait for him to speak first, she suppressed the dullness in her heart, and raised her eyes to look at him casually: "If you have something, go first, see you later." ”

The man's words came to his lips and had to be swallowed back, his eyes sank, and he nodded: "See you later." ”

It happened that the assistant handed the umbrella to the top of Ling Huaiye's head, and the two walked down the steps.

Ruan Yan watched him walk into the rain curtain, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh that in three years, Huai Ye had changed so much.

Three years ago, he was still high-spirited and proud of Ling Ershao.

Now he is already the second master of Ling who can support the entire Ling family.

Not only the change of title, but also the temperament of Ling Huaiye's body has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Now he feels calm and cold, and he is very oppressive.

Because of this, Ruan Yan felt that he was strange.

In the past, she got along with Ling Huaiye and never felt pressured.

After only talking for a few minutes just now, she was so overwhelmed by the coercion he invisibly emanated that she didn't even dare to breathe.

Speech and demeanor are unconsciously restrained.

It wasn't until Ling Huaiye was about to leave that she was able to breathe.

Just as Ruan Yan was relaxing, Ling Huaiye, who was walking down the steps with his assistant, suddenly stopped.

The assistant also hurriedly stopped, and held the umbrella above the man's head as much as possible, for some reason: "Mr. Ling?" ”

Ling Huaiye glanced at him coldly, then turned his head sideways, looked up along the steps, and looked at the red shadow on the steps.

A woman is like a red rose swaying in the wind and rain, beautiful and beautiful.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then walked back towards her as Ruan Yan lowered his eyes to meet his gaze.