Du Ziteng reached out to close the window, but he grabbed his hand and threw it aside. Du Ziteng wrinkled his nose and looked back at the bodyguards, Mrs. Lan and Zhenzhen who were standing in front of the sofa with different expressions.

Although Mu Qingyu didn't reprimand them just now, his sullen expression and lack of reprimand made people more panic-stricken than roaring several times. They were even careful about breathing.

Du Ziteng sighed, and was about to boldly persuade Mu Qingyu to go upstairs to rest when Zhao Liang ran in wetly, with a hint of excitement in his voice, "Mr. Mu, Miss An is back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there were sounds of inhalation and breathing of varying severity in the living room. Du Ziteng clapped his hands happily and grabbed Mu Qingyu's arm selflessly, "Young master, she is back! She is back!"

Yes, she is back.

Mu Qingyu stood in front of the window, his sharp eyes had already seen her... disheveled hair, a white lace short sleeves, a long black skirt, the hem was tucked into the waistband of the skirt, slender and long.

She carried a backpack and lowered her head as she walked slowly down the driveway, followed by the loyal black dog, seemingly never leaving.

Obviously, it was Zhao Liang who helped her open the door.

She still had the guts to come back with the dog.

For some reason, Mu Qingyu's heart seemed to be filled with a stream of bitter, spicy, and sour taste, and his throat was choked. He rolled his eyes twice, closed his eyes, and his eyes were full of tears.

"Let her stand outside and not come in!"

A cold command immediately caused the temperature in the room to drop sharply. Everyone present held their breath again. They each glanced at Mu Qingyu carefully, shrunk their necks and lowered their hands, not daring to move or make a sound.

"Young Master?" Du Ziteng was confused. He walked closer to the window and looked outside. A thunderbolt just fell. He was so frightened that he drew back his head. He looked at Mu Qingyu and said, "It's raining hard, it's windy and raining again.

Let's wait until she comes in. She must have walked a lot since she came back so late."

"Zhao Liang! Let her stop!" Mu Qingyu ignored Du Ziteng's request and said coldly.

"...Yes." After a long time, Zhao Liang finally uttered his voice slowly.

The rainstorms in summer are really heavy. Outside the house, there are sounds of thunder, wind, and rain intertwined.

In the lightning, the branches danced like golden snakes, and the rumbling thunder sounded like muffled drums, deafening.

It was only over a hundred meters from the gate to the villa, but An Yurou felt like she had been walking for an hour. The wind and rain that hit her stopped her steps. She opened her eyes wide and could not open her mouth.

The water hitting the ground had already covered her feet, her clothes were wet, her hair was wet, and the rain was like rain chains, lashing her all over her body and face.

There was lightning and thunder, and heavy rain poured down. She was like a flower branch swaying in the wind and rain.

Just as she walked to the fountain, suddenly, a lightning bolt like a fire dragon struck in front of her. She froze on the spot in shock, with a pale face and eyes like a frightened elk, filled with panic, fear, sadness, and helplessness.

In the wind and rain, the wildly dancing trees in the courtyard were like the limbs of monsters, claws and fangs. She was so helpless and frightened that she seemed about to fall down.

At this moment, Zhao Liang stood on the steps and shouted to her: "Miss An, the young master asked you to stand outside."

Hearing this, her lifted feet fell down weakly. She glanced at Zhao Liang with clear and sad eyes, then narrowed her eyes and moved towards the tall figure in front of the window.

There is no doubt that he is punishing her! Because her escape has despised his dignity!

Well, this is his home, and she is the lover he bought, no, to be precise, she is the little maid he mentioned.

And she wants to make money from him.

Even a good man can have his back bent by money, let alone a weak girl like her?

Feeling desolate in her heart, she held onto the shoulder straps with both hands, enduring the merciless ravages of wind and rain, and stood motionless on the flat ground.

Xiao Hei also stopped. He was humane. He raised his head and blinked at An Yurou with his rain-soaked brown eyes, and then squatted down on her feet.

One person and one dog stood in the wind and rain. The colorful light in the fountain and the orange light from the road penetrated the rain curtain and shone on them, making them sad, beautiful and misty.

It is like a painting, dynamic but people can't help but feel pity for it, and the sad "love between a man and a dog in the rain".

Du Ziteng's heart couldn't bear it anymore. He ignored Mu Qingyu's cold attitude and threw himself at the window and shouted: "Girl, come in quickly! You will get gonorrhea like this!"

Zhenzhen suddenly raised her head, frowned, then gritted her teeth and ran quickly towards the entrance, but soon her hand was grabbed by Mrs. Lan.

Mrs. Lan rolled her eyes angrily and cursed: "If you dare to cause trouble, be careful that the young master puts you in an iron cage!"

"Young Master..." Seeing that An Yurou was still standing there, Du Ziteng looked at Mu Qingyu, his eyes full of prayer, "Let her come in."

"Go to bed!" Mu Qingyu suddenly roared, which was as loud as thunder. Everyone present shuddered, hesitated, or quickly returned to their rooms.

"I won't leave." Du Ziteng said stubbornly.

Mu Qingyu's eyes turned cold and he turned to look at him. Du Ziteng saw his expression was cold and there was an undercurrent in his eyes, so he took two steps back, but still didn't leave.

"Do you really want me to scold you?" Mu Qingyu stared at him in a bad tone.

Du Ziteng bravely disobeyed him for the first time, holding out his chest and looking firm, "You can scold me, you can deduct a month's salary from me, anyway, I have to wait until she comes in!"

"If you keep talking, I'll let you get wet in the rain too!"

"Okay, as long as you are willing!"

"Du Ziteng, don't be arrogant and arrogant, don't think I won't deal with you! If you go against me again, you will go back to Canada!"

The corners of Du Ziteng's lips twitched, and a bright line of light flashed across his eyes. He lowered his head and moved slowly.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he suddenly turned around and said loudly: "Do you have to make yourself suffer? I don't know what grudges you have had with her, but I heard Zhenzhen say that she just went to the hospital to see her grandfather! She

Don't you even give me this little freedom? She was once an orphan, you can sympathize with me, why can't you sympathize with her!"

"Bah!" A small cup placed on the windowsill suddenly flew towards him and hit the handrail of the stairs.

Du Ziteng's face suddenly turned pale, he glared at Mu Qingyu sadly, and then ran upstairs.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, the thunder was getting louder, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be pressing down on her head. An Yurou no longer felt hot, and her body began to feel cold and trembling.

The water dripping down her face was no longer clear whether it was tears or rain. It was like a waterfall. Her black hair fell down and wrapped around her face.

She was like a pliable rattan, swaying from side to side under the torment of wind and rain. Several times, she seemed to be about to fall, but after staggering a few times, she stood firm again.

As time went by, the rain seemed to soak into her body, and her skin became whiter, so white that there was no blood at all, and her eyes became increasingly difficult to open.

Slowly, the villa in front of her was swaying left and right, up and down. Just when she was so arrogant that the house started to shake, she vaguely saw a tall black figure rushing out of the house...
Chapter completed!