The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Although passers-by are walking in a hurry, almost everyone passing by will subconsciously slow down and look back in surprise before continuing the trip.
Sikong Jingqiu ignored these gazes at all, his face was gloomy, and he stood there quietly, looking coldly at the person who seemed to be lying on his chest but was actually just holding his clothes, without saying a word.
Gradually, Sikong Jingqiu felt that the power of holding his clothes tightly became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely. He watched her suddenly hang down like a broken puppet, shaking her hands on both sides of her body, and felt that she suddenly knocked into her arms.
The cold forehead of Zhong opened his mouth and said, "Have you calmed down?"
Haiyue leaned against him, her body shook slightly, her throat tightened, and she couldn't speak at all.
In this position, there was no rain in her eyes, but her eyes were still blurred. The hot liquid kept sliding out of her eye sockets, dripping into the small puddles that were rising from the ground, and the rain that kept falling was melting.
Become one.
Sikong Jingqiu half-carried her, left the rain curtain, and took the person under the eaves.
"Master Sikong? Why are you so wet?"
A slightly surprised female voice came from her ear. Sikong Jingqiu ignored her and took out her phone from her pocket. She wanted to dial Xia Dongye to ask her to wait at Sikong's house first, but when she saw that the phone was in water and could not be turned on at all.
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He crawled in annoyance, threw his cell phone back into his pocket, and prepared to stop the car and take the person directly to the hospital.
"Young Master Sikong..."
The thin female voice with a trace of ignored complaints came into her ears again. Sikong Jingqiu finally looked up and looked at the source of the sound.
Standing in front of me is a woman.
A woman with heavy makeup so hard that she could hardly tell what her skin looked like.
Sikong Jingqiu was stunned for a few seconds before frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
The expression on his face froze. Zeng Jiawen glanced at Sikong Jingqiu with resentment, not caring about Sikong Jingqiu's whole body was graceful and gracefully hooked his arm, and as if no one else had ever come forward.
He complained softly in his ear, "Young Master Sikong, you really hate it. You were still here... and you were in this and that, and in a blink of an eye..."
Zeng Jiawen didn't continue talking because she saw from Sikong Jingqiu's expression that he had already recognized himself. Master Sikong would definitely push the ugly woman away and choose her. Master Sikong just now
He told me to come out to find him.
He looked at the woman in Sikong Jingqiu's arms with a pale face as snowy as she was. Zeng Jiawen raised her chin proudly, waiting to see the woman who occupied her position as a fool.
However, what she didn't expect was that Sikong Jingqiu not only did not push the woman in her arms, but instead worried that the woman would hug her even more coldly.
Zeng Jiawen stared at her hand that was hanging around the woman's waist, and her eyes almost spit out of fire.
Sikong Jingqiu glanced at Zeng Jiawen lightly. His eyes were like looking at a stranger, not someone who had just had close contact in the bathroom. "Do you bring a cell phone?"
Without saying a word, Zeng Jiawen took out her cell phone from her bag, handed it over respectfully, and gave it to her handkerchief to wipe her hands.
Sikong Jingqiu glanced at her, glanced over the handkerchief, took the phone directly, pressed a few keys quickly, and put them in his ear.