Taking a deep breath, the fragrance of flowers in the evening was so pleasant. She suddenly felt a little lonely and had the urge to get an animal to accompany her.
Her father, who loved gambling and was crazy about stocks, would never accompany her. In her original home, she was alone, but now that she lived in such an old castle, she felt even more lonely.
Before she could finish her emotion, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by extremely fast thunder. She was frightened and stepped back, but did not close the window. Instead, she sat on the edge and smiled as she watched the rain pour down in an instant.
of heavy rain.
At this time, I thought of Lei Qiqi. The first day I met her, I was really impressed. However, who can not be afraid?
But she still regards her as the best sister. The five of them are all the loneliest children, and they are the best sisters.[
Thinking of them, she became full of hope in life, and all difficulties would be overcome.
Although Meng Beichen was talking on the phone, he initially noticed her going to the window and ignored her. However, the sound of thunder woke him up. He thought she would run in frightened, but he didn't expect her to sit there and watch.
It rained.
He felt inexplicably angry. Did she want all the rainwater to flow into his room?
But what's even more annoying is this interminable phone call. No matter how he expresses his opinions, his so-called grandfather will not give up the idea of letting him return to France, and even wants him to get a divorce immediately. He is crazy. He keeps being harassed.
at the mercy of.
After talking helplessly for a while, he simply hung up the phone. His mother was already here, would he go back? What a joke. Control was always something he had to control.
Somewhat tiredly, he plucked his hair, turned to the window and shouted: "Hey, little idiot!"
No one paid attention to him for a long time. He was so frustrated that he threw away his cell phone and walked over there. The wind blew and made him feel cool. As he approached, he couldn't help but slow down his steps.
I was stunned to see her curled up by the door, like a kitten, and she had already fallen asleep. The slanting rain wet her hair and her clothes.
How could she still fall asleep under such circumstances?
Did this little idiot deliberately want to get sick and cause trouble for him?
He scolded her fiercely in his heart, but he still bent down and carefully picked her up. She was still like a ball of cotton. How light was she?