He scratched his head in embarrassment and asked again without getting discouraged.
"How about I give her an umbrella?"
After a long time, Ling Ye raised his eyelids and glanced at him. The sharp look in his eyes made his scalp numb. He waved his hand quickly, turned his head and said, "Pretend I didn't say it, pretend I didn't say it."
"Give me the umbrella"
The car door opened with a swipe.
Meng Xinran was lying on her back in the water, struggling to sit up. She accidentally pulled an old injury on her hand. The pain made her whole jaw straighten. Cold sweat mixed with rain rolled down her chest, and a fire spread in her chest.
The fever grew stronger and stronger, and the little white face was tilted up stubbornly, forcing the mist of tears back into the eyes.
The majestic rain was like a whitewash, brushing fiercely across her eyebrows, her nose, her mouth...
Until a huge shadow enveloped her, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the superior man, clearly seeing contempt in his cold eyes.
His face was almost invisible under the black umbrella, but his dark green eyes were like the stream of light in the dark night, filled with charming gem-like colors and dazzling.
However, she felt so cold...
Ling Ye squatted down, lifted her chin with his index finger, and looked at her with narrowed eyes.
"Meng Xinran, you'd better know your identity clearly. Don't try to escape from my control. If you want to imitate others, you must first consider who you are." She raised her eyes, and her eyes touched the man's gloomy face.
The look on his face could not capture the meaning of his words
The next second, the man changed the topic, rubbed his cold fingertips on her lips, and then pressed hard: "Is he the wild man who kissed you?"
He is the wild man who kisses you...
Meng Xinran put one hand on the ground and the other hand tightly grabbed his cuff. His chaotic brain seemed to be deprived of oxygen. It took him a long time to realize who the wild man he was talking about was.
His eyebrows, which were so thick that they seemed to have been traced with charcoal, stood there like distant mountains, and his eyes were deep. After a long while, he opened her fingers one by one, stood up and opened the car door.
"Nervous..." Behind her was a woman's angry low roar. She whined like a pitiful kitten. Tears finally flowed out of her red eyes uncontrollably, and her arms felt like they were being sharpened.
As if being pierced by a sharp instrument, her eyes burst into tears from the pain. She vaguely saw the man who was leaving indifferently turning his head, with a dark light in his eyes.
023his birthday
After the heavy rain, the air was filled with the freshness of earth, and the sun naughtily showed its head again. The faint afterglow shone on the ancient town with small bridges and flowing water, which made the mountains and rivers beautiful and the scenery picturesque.
The clogs make a "tap" sound when stepping on the wooden board, from far to near
The door creaked open, and a beautiful woman in her forties walked in, with a spring-like smile at the corner of her mouth, revealing her innate nobility, and her delicate facial features did not bear the marks of too many years.
If you look closely at the traces, you will find that the eyebrows and eyes are surprisingly similar to Ling Ye's.
Her beautiful eyes were shining with hope, and she wandered around the room. When she saw the majestic background standing in front of the window with her hands behind her back, her eyes softened unconsciously.
"Ye'er~~" she called softly, glanced at Meng Xinran who was lying unconscious on the bed, and walked over gently holding the concoction: "The medicine is ready."
Ling Ye turned around and took the porcelain bowl from her hand, and said respectfully: "Auntie, I'll do it."