As soon as he walked out, he saw her opening the door and coming in. There were raindrops on her body and hair, and her delicate shoulders were completely soaked by the rain.
Feng Yunian quickly went to the toilet and got a clean towel to wipe her.
"Did you not bring an umbrella? Why did you come back wet? The weather has turned cold recently. Don't catch a cold. I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup later, right?"
Shengge said nothing, pursed her lips and observed him.
Seeing him speaking words of concern for her, his face did not turn red and his heart did not beat. The doting and love in his eyes were almost undisguised.
Under the guise of love, he lowered her vigilance and looked for opportunities to rescue Mu Zhining.
What a great trick! Good acting skills!
Feng Yunian noticed that the air pressure on her body was getting lower and lower, and felt a little strange, "Shengge, what's wrong with you?"
Shengge pursed her lips and smiled, but her eyes were cold.
"There are a lot of fallen leaves outside the garden. Go and sweep them up."
Feng Yunian subconsciously glanced out the window, "But it's raining heavily outside..."
"When will you clean up and come in again?"
Shengge ignored his words and went upstairs with cold eyes.
Feng Yunian felt that her mood tonight was very wrong. Did she encounter something troubling and wanted to take it out on him?
He smiled helplessly, went to the backyard, got a broom, and started sweeping up the fallen leaves.
Less than five minutes after he rushed into the rain, his whole body was instantly soaked.
Winter is coming soon, and leaves are falling rapidly, especially under the torment of heavy rain. The leaves are falling down in no particular order, and they cannot be swept away no matter how hard they are swept.
Shengge stood on the third floor window sill and watched, feeling numb in her heart.
If Feng Yunian really loves Mu Zhining, he can get Mu Zhining out of prison from the beginning.
They can become enemies directly and face each other head-on.
She can accept that he doesn't love her, or even hates her, but he shouldn't lie to her in the name of loving her and paying off his debts.
Extremely shameless!
The Sheng singer's heart was clenched tightly, and there was always a ball of anger roaring in his heart.
Lu Shiyi was called into the room by her, and stood on the window sill with her, watching Feng Yunian sweep the fallen leaves in the garden.
Before Shengge could speak, Lu Shiyi was a little worried, "Miss, Mr. Feng just got injured on his waist yesterday. The rain is too cold. His current physical condition can't bear it for much longer, right?"
Shengge stared at someone in the garden and sneered, "Looking at him like this, he looks like he has a back injury?"
"Miss, what do you mean?"
Shengge didn't answer and continued to ask, "When he was injured yesterday, did you see his wound?"
Lu Shiyi thought for a while and said, "No, it was Mr. Feng who called me into the house. When I went in, he had already bandaged half of it, but the wound was bleeding, but it should...no
Maybe it’s fake?”
Impossible?
"Let him soak in the rain for another hour. If he still can't clean it, let him in."
"yes."
...
It was raining heavily and it was a bit blinding.
Although Feng Yunian lowered his head, he felt that there was always a pair of eyes staring at him, and they stared at him for a long time.
It should be Shengge.
But today she felt so strange to him, colder than ever before.
Could it be that Shengge found out about him taking away Fu Chenyi?
Thinking about it, he unknowingly spent an hour outside sweeping fallen leaves.
It wasn't until Lu Shiyi came out and asked him to go to Shengge's room to talk that he recovered his thoughts and put the broom back in the backyard.
Before entering the house, he stopped.
He was too wet and dripping all over. He didn't want to dirty the mopped floor, let alone dirty Shengge's room.
So he chose to stand at the door, wring out the water stains on his clothes and trouser legs before going in, and casually wiped his hair dry with the towel that Shengge had just wiped his clothes with at the door.
He looked like he had just taken a shower, with neat short hair and a white shirt that clung to his body, revealing his strong abdominal muscles. However, because he had been caught in the rain, his lips were a bit black and white, making him look a little sick and fragile.
Lu Shiyi stood aside quietly and watched.
Seeing how well he had arranged every detail of his appearance, I couldn't help but sigh quietly.
I'm afraid he still doesn't know what is waiting for him soon.