After entering the elevator, Wen Yao struggled to get off, "I can leave by myself."

She was held in fear by him all the way, holding her head in her suit jacket, which made her a little out of breath.

Yan Sui put her down politely, and he was obviously used to her behavior of turning against others.

After Wen Yao stood firm, she threw her coat directly to him.

Yan Sui lowered his gaze and glanced at her crying face, "I suggest you keep it covered."

"Why should I cover it up?" It's not like she is shameful.

However, before she could say these words, she turned her head and faced the wall of the elevator car where a person's face could be clearly reflected.

Her brows suddenly furrowed and she couldn't believe who the person in front of her was.

After walking two steps, I looked at my face, stretched out my hand to touch it, and almost fainted when my vision went dark.

She...she she!

It’s simply unsightly!

Wen Yao suddenly raised her hand to cover her face, and heard the man's sneer from the side that sounded like a smile but not a smile.

Wen Yao was embarrassed and annoyed, and shouted back unhappily, "Why are you laughing!"

Yan Sui raised the coat in his hand, "Are you sure you don't want it?"

Wen Yao bit her lower lip, accidentally touched the injured area, bared her teeth, and reached out hesitantly——

Before they met, the man ducked away.

Wen Yao covered most of her face with her arms, revealing a pair of bright eyes, glaring at him angrily, "What do you mean?"

Yan Sui said something irrelevant, "What did you do with that coat before?"

It took Wen Yao a moment to realize what he was talking about, and she immediately said without thinking, "Throw it away."

I saw the man's face was slightly cold.

She confidently added: "You said it yourself, I asked you."

Besides, she doesn't have the habit of collecting other people's things.

Her original plan was to clean it up and send it back to him so she could get along with him, but who knew that he wouldn't give it a chance and would throw it away if he told her to. Now she's trying to scare someone with the attitude of launching an attack.

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Wen Yaocai reached out and pulled his suit jacket again.

The man didn't let go.

Wen Yao then started to compete with him, even risking his life for his own face, and wouldn't let go of him.

Just when Wen Yao couldn't help but curse and her emotions were on the verge of breaking out, Yan Sui calmly stopped her hand.

He straightened his messy cuffs and said, "Remember to return it to me after you clean it."

Wen Yao opened her coat and covered her head, covering her mouth and nose tightly, leaving only her eyes exposed, looking like she was guilty of committing a crime.

"Mr. Yan is so rich, do you still care about this coat?" She succeeded and started to get angry.

At the same time, she was still secretly thinking that Yan Sui could still kiss her with this face, which shows how rich her taste is.

"Wealth and wealth." Yan Sui repeated the words she had said calmly, slowing down slightly and sounding a bit intriguing, "Indeed, if it weren't for this, Miss Wen probably wouldn't think so.

Come to seduce me."

Wen Yao's face burned again, and she rested her head against the cold wall of the car, closing her eyes, showing a cold and indifferent attitude.

In fact, he was full of resentment and slander towards Yan Sui.

After arriving downstairs at Mingzhu Restaurant, it was still raining heavily outside, heavier than before, wrapped in the dark night.

Yan Sui called the driver. It was not convenient to park at the door because of the rain, so he had to walk a distance.

He borrowed an umbrella from the self-service umbrella machine, looked at the gentle man with slender arms and legs standing outside the door, and then walked out quickly.

He took the coat and pulled it off her head.

He turned around in dissatisfaction and asked, "What are you doing?"

He said that he was going to cover it again.

Yan Sui touched her cold arm and said, "It's rainy and cold, so wear some clothes."

Wen Yao was still concerned about not being able to see her face.

Yan Sui disagreed, "Who is staring at you so late?"

Wen Yao glanced at the thick rain curtain, thought for a while and realized that what he said made sense, and she was indeed cold, so she put on her coat honestly.

Yan Sui looked her over.

When his clothes were put on her body, it was as if they were covering her, like a child wearing an adult's clothes.

Thinking back to the past, she liked to wear his clothes, putting on a shirt when the weather was hot, and swinging around the room with her bare legs, casual and arrogant.

He opened the umbrella and raised it above their heads, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders naturally, "Let's go."

After walking out of the steps, the terrain was low. It was raining heavily at the moment, and relatively fast water flowed from above, constantly scouring the ground.

Wen Yao lowered her head and stared at her own shoes, then looked at Yan Sui's.

The water was so strong that if you stepped on it, your shoes would be soaked, even covering the uppers.

It doesn't matter if she wears high heels, but Yan Sui wears leather shoes.

"How about we go in another direction?" she suggested.

The driver parked the car on the opposite side and walked straight through, so there was no need to take a detour.

Yan Sui said without blinking, "From here."

After saying this, he glanced at her high heels and remembered that she always cherished her shoes. He paused and asked in a deep voice: "Want me to carry you?"

Wen Yao was shocked by his sudden words and looked up at him, wondering why he said such words.

It's just this way, she's not too pretentious.

"No, there's no need to do it."

As he spoke, he took a step forward.

As soon as I landed firmly on the ground, I could feel the water seeping into my shoes, giving me a gravelly feeling.

Yan Sui followed closely behind.

The feeling of water entering the shoes was not pleasant, so Yan casually walked faster with Wen Yao.

After a few steps, Wen Yao suddenly stood still, "Wait a minute -"

Yan Sui turned around: "What's wrong?"

Wen Yao twisted her feet and said, "My shoe is stuck, please wait."

The water is turbid, and the light here is not very bright, making it difficult to see clearly.

Wen Yao moved a few times but couldn't pull out, and seemed to be getting deeper and deeper. She frowned tightly, with an impetuous look on her face, and was about to squat down to check.

Someone was one step ahead of her.

"Take it." Yan Sui handed the umbrella to her, then lightly lifted his trousers and squatted in front of her.

Wen Yao froze on the spot.

Looking at the scene in front of me in disbelief.

There is still residual warmth on the umbrella handle.

It wasn't until the warm palms touched her exposed instep and then her ankle that she reacted and blinked.

"Stand firm."

Yan Sui held her feet and lifted them out of the high heels. The gentle woman swayed, and the umbrella tilted.

Yan Sui raised his head, and the white shirt was already wet with water, covering his back.

His dark eyes were so deep that she couldn't see through them, "Put your hand on my shoulder."

Wen Yao was like a puppet being manipulated unconsciously. She obediently put her hand up and touched the man's broad and warm shoulder, and then the umbrella was straightened.

Cover both of them.

She looked at the man who was bending his knees and bowing his head for her, and held her breath involuntarily, her heart beating faster in the noisy and chaotic rainy night.

Beating.

Pierce the eardrum and drive the echo.

The hands on his shoulders couldn't help but tighten a little, twisting the fabric of his valuable shirt into wrinkles.

Thinking she was urging, Yan Sui replied without raising his head: "Right away."

Not long after, he pulled her high heels out from the gap in the drainage manhole cover.

Replace it.
To be continued...