An Jingxing looked at the ten delicate roses being wet by the rain. She frowned, as if she felt a little distressed. At this moment, she felt her right hand being wrapped by a warm palm.
A deep voice sounded in my ears: "Run!"
She was pulled by the man and started running in the increasingly heavy rain.
When An Jingxing was in school, she was a very calm and self-possessed person. She insisted on reading the weather forecast every day and never forgot to bring an umbrella.
When she was with Lei Aotian, she habitually brought two umbrellas because she knew that Lei Aotian would often forget that the two of them also went home together on rainy days.
But she had never run wildly in the rain with others like this.
It was like skipping school for the first time when she was at school. She felt her left chest beating hard and the cold rain hitting her body, but her face and palms felt as hot as fire.
She couldn't help lowering her head and holding the basket of roses tightly in her arms.
In this strange country, she has nothing familiar and nothing to rely on.
And he is the only person she can trust.
Perhaps, at this moment, no matter where he takes her, she will not refuse.
Why? Even she herself doesn’t know.
Maybe it was this strange country that made her involuntarily develop a feeling of dependence on the man in front of her?
Maybe it was just at Zhuo's house that his protection made her feel warm for a moment?
Maybe...she just believed in him from a corner of her heart without any reason, that he would not harm her.
She didn't know how far they ran, but finally found a place to stand at the entrance of a house. The heavy rain outside showed no sign of letting up.
An Jingxing's suit was soaked through, and most of the clothes underneath were also wet, not to mention Tang Qianrong's pure white shirt had become translucent and clung tightly to his muscular body.
There were drops of water dripping from the handsome face, and An Jingxing once discovered that the word "beauty comes out of the bath" can also be used for men.
"What should we do? Can you call us back and ask someone to pick us up?" An Jingxing looked away from the man's chest in embarrassment. He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down and calm down.
Tang Qianrong didn't seem to notice anything strange about her before. He nodded and reached for his phone. When he took it out, he saw that the screen of the phone was completely black. He pressed it for a long time and there was no response.
He frowned and said with some annoyance: "I haven't used it since I came to Switzerland. Maybe there is no electricity."
When An Jingxing set off from Los Angeles, she never thought of bringing a phone, otherwise she could call for help when she was kidnapped by that man.
"Then what should we do? Can we go back by taxi?" An Jingxing was a little anxious. For some reason, being trapped alone with this man in such heavy rain made her feel nervous and panicked.
"Well...but I don't have any cash on me. I just gave all the money to the little girl selling flowers. Do you have any?"
Tang Qianrong's cheeks turned suspiciously red, and An Jingxing didn't expect that a man who could casually give millions to others as a joke would be penniless?
"Because I rarely travel alone, even if I go out by myself, I only bring a visa card and usually don't bring a lot of cash. Besides, it is unlikely to see taxis in this place, and in this weather, the drivers will probably go home.
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An Jingxing looked at the ten delicate roses being wet by the rain. She frowned, as if she felt a little distressed. At this moment, she felt her right hand being wrapped by a warm palm.
A deep voice sounded in my ears: "Run!"
She was pulled by the man and started running in the increasingly heavy rain.
When An Jingxing was in school, she was a very calm and self-possessed person. She insisted on reading the weather forecast every day and never forgot to bring an umbrella.
When she was with Lei Aotian, she habitually brought two umbrellas because she knew that Lei Aotian would often forget that the two of them also went home together on rainy days.
But she had never run wildly in the rain with others like this.
It was like skipping school for the first time when she was at school. She felt her left chest beating hard and the cold rain hitting her body, but her face and palms felt as hot as fire.
She couldn't help lowering her head and holding the basket of roses tightly in her arms.
In this strange country, she has nothing familiar and nothing to rely on.
And he is the only person she can trust.
Perhaps, at this moment, no matter where he takes her, she will not refuse.
Why? Even she herself doesn’t know.
Maybe it was this strange country that made her involuntarily develop a feeling of dependence on the man in front of her?
Maybe it was just at Zhuo's house that his protection made her feel warm for a moment?
Maybe...she just believed in him from a corner of her heart without any reason, that he would not harm her.
She didn't know how far they ran, but finally found a place to stand at the entrance of a house. The heavy rain outside showed no sign of letting up.
An Jingxing's suit was soaked through, and most of the clothes underneath were also wet, not to mention Tang Qianrong's pure white shirt had become translucent and clung tightly to his muscular body.
There were drops of water dripping from the handsome face, and An Jingxing once discovered that the word "beauty comes out of the bath" can also be used for men.
"What should we do? Can you call us back and ask someone to pick us up?" An Jingxing looked away from the man's chest in embarrassment. He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down and calm down.
Tang Qianrong didn't seem to notice anything strange about her before. He nodded and reached for his phone. When he took it out, he saw that the screen of the phone was completely black. He pressed it for a long time and there was no response.
He frowned and said with some annoyance: "I haven't used it since I came to Switzerland. Maybe there is no electricity."
When An Jingxing set off from Los Angeles, she never thought of bringing a phone, otherwise she could call for help when she was kidnapped by that man.
"Then what should we do? Can we go back by taxi?" An Jingxing was a little anxious. For some reason, being trapped alone with this man in such heavy rain made her feel nervous and panicked.
"Well...but I don't have any cash on me. I just gave all the money to the little girl selling flowers. Do you have any?"
Tang Qianrong's cheeks turned suspiciously red, and An Jingxing didn't expect that a man who could casually give millions to others as a joke would be penniless?
"Because I rarely travel alone, even if I go out by myself, I only bring a visa card and usually don't bring a lot of cash. Besides, it is unlikely to see taxis in this place, and in this weather, the drivers will probably go home.
