Chen Fanyin would rather believe that Su Mu's brain was so bad that it could not be broken anymore than admit that he really relied on Jing Zeheng.

Therefore, she argued: "I am not relying on him, I just want to poke the pain that Yin Zhou cares most."

Su Mu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Yes, what you said is."

She clearly doesn't believe her appearance.

Chen Fanyin ignored her and turned her head and stopped talking.

Su Mu didn't care whether she responded or not, and said to herself: "Brother Jing's existence proves at least one reality-"

"There are still good men in the world. You can't beat men to death with one stick now, right?"

Chen Fanyin didn't answer, and looked out the car window with his arm on his pillow.

She knew Su Mu was right, but she didn't want to admit it.

She just wants to...

Before she could finish her mind, her phone rang.

It was Jing Zeheng who sent her:

"Wait until there will be rain, go home early."

She subconsciously glanced at the dark clouds surging from the sky and urged: "Hurry up, it's going to rain."

"Okay."

Su Mu responded and speeded up the train to head towards Jing's house.

As soon as Chen Fanyin entered the house, the raindrops fell.

Spring thunder brewed in the dark clouds, and it would fall some time.

She hid back to the bedroom in panic, closed the doors and windows as quickly as possible, and then she felt a little safer.

After changing into her pajamas, she got into the quilt, curled herself up, and covered her ears with force.

This series of movements was smooth and smooth, and it was completed in just three or two minutes.

This is how she came through every thunderstorm in the past.

she……

Before she could breathe well, the corner of the horn was suddenly pulled.

Chen Fanyin was shocked and was about to grab the quilt, but the light had already shone into the darkness.

In the light, it is Jing Zeheng.

He brushed away her hair and his big hand fell on top of her head.

Looking at her deer-like moist eyes, he said softly: "Don't be afraid, there is no thunder."

Chen Fanyin carefully moved his hand away and wanted to say something, but suddenly thought of what Su Mu called "dependence".

She pursed her lips and said, "I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, I'll be fine if I fall asleep."

As she spoke, she moved backwards and avoided his hand.

Jing Zeheng looked at his empty palm and frowned: "What's wrong?"

The child had already adapted to his touch, and suddenly avoided it today, which made him very uncomfortable.

"It's okay."

As if to prove that she was not afraid of thunder, she let go of her hands covering her ears, sat up, and stressed: "I'm really fine."

Jing Zeheng looked at her, full of doubts.

He began to recall whether he had messed with her somewhere.

I thought about it for a while but failed.

Pale lightning suddenly illuminated the curtains, and followed by a low thunder.

Fortunately, the bedroom has better sound insulation, so the thunder is not too loud.

Even so, Chen Fanyin shivered and his eyes turned red in an instant.

Jing Zeheng's hand was three points faster than his brain, and he grabbed her arm and hugged her into his arms.

He patted her back lightly and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He covered her ears and his voice was low.

Leaning in his arms, the familiar sense of security came back.

Chen Fanyin calmed down and secretly scolded himself for not being able to do anything.

She took a deep breath, raised her hand, and pushed him away with the last bit of strength.

With her arms hollowed, Jing Zeheng frowned and looked at her: "Why are you trying to show off with me?"

Chen Fanyin frowned slightly, with a serious expression: "Brother, although I am your sister, I am already an adult, and we are not related by blood. Even if my sister-in-law is not here, I shouldn't be so close to you."

Jing Zeheng: “…”

Should he think that the child has a positive outlook on his face, or should he carry her collar and ask her what was thinking in her mind?

Well, the child has a positive view.

For a moment, Jing Zeheng didn't know what to do with her.

Even though he was so scared that his face turned pale, he still insisted on being so worried about this.

Every time the spring thunder fell, Chen Fanyin's shoulder shrank.

She held the quilt horn tightly and refused to lean into the extremely safe arms.

Jing Zeheng looked at her, was silent for a while, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the quilt.

He wrapped her like a rice dumpling, only revealing her little head.

Then, he carried the rice dumpling into his arms.

"Okay, I didn't meet you." He said, "Don't be there, it's better to have someone with you than to endure yourself."

His big hands covered her ears tightly.

Her eyes were wandering, and after a while, she asked, "Brother, are we deceiving ourselves?"

“…”

He didn't want to study whether this was considered self-deception. He just wanted to know how he should fill in the hole he dug.

It's really difficult.

Fortunately, Chen Fanyin stopped asking him questions about his own deceiving others.

She fell asleep.

Maybe it was because he was too tired today, or because his arms were too comfortable, she fell asleep in his arms for a while.

Leaning in his arms, she breathed smoothly and evenly, her slender eyelashes blew out a faint shadow, and I felt sorry for her well-behaved appearance.

Looking at her sleeping face, Jing Zeheng sighed helplessly.

He hugged her like this until the wind stopped and the rain stopped.

The next day, when Chen Fanyin woke up, crystal raindrops were still hanging on the grass leaves in the garden.

She rubbed her eyes and before she could fully wake up, she received a call from Mr. Duan.

"Hey, Master..."

She just woke up, she was not energetic, and her soft voice was still sleepy.

"You girl, you said yesterday that you asked you to call me when you got home. Have you forgotten it all?" Old Duan's voice was full of sorrow.

Chen Fanyin was stunned for a moment and apologized with a dry smile: "I'm sorry, Master, I fell asleep when I got home yesterday... Is there no problem with Qingxin there?"

"Don't mention it, Yin Zhou stood downstairs of the hospital last night."

Chen Fanyin rolled his eyes: "Where is he acting in an idol drama here?"

"Yes, I didn't let Qingxin tell you." Duan Old Snorted coldly, "Qingxin's parents stayed in the hospital all night last night and didn't let them meet."

Chen Fanyin was about to say it was good, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Master, they are going to divorce today, right?"

"Yes! I have to divorce anyway today! I can't stop myself even if I come!"

"Oh," Chen Fanyin sighed, "If they were asked to meet last night, they might be able to get divorced today, but now, it may not be."

"Um?"

"Master, listen to me..."

Outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, Duan Qingxin looked at Yin Zhou, whose face was as pale as paper and his clothes were wet, and his pupils trembled slightly.

She pursed her lips and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you?"
To be continued...