After the others left, Shen Lianqing looked in pieces. The pale light shone on her pale face. She gasped in disappointment and sadly and chewed another mouthful of pills.
She complained to her assistant in a daze, "This man is so heartless, am I not beautiful?" Not gentle? Why is it difficult to have a relationship with me? 】
Although she knew that he came with a purpose, what was wrong with talking about feelings!
The assistant was almost numb when she saw that she was busy opening a shop and flirting with men during this period, [Did you forget that you still have tasks? 】
[I haven’t forgotten it. My sister insists on sending me messages every week to share her wonderful campus life. I think she has changed! 】
Ha, if Shen Ran really changes so easily, would she still be needed?
The little assistant combed her middle-parted hair and reminded her, "Host, you'd better go take another look." 】
Shen Lianqing thought it made sense. She had been heartbroken these days, so she closed the shop and went to see her sister!
She walked out of the door, her body went limp and she almost fell to the ground.
Shen Lianqing climbed up the wall and stood up, took out the medicine bottle from his pocket, opened the lid and threw out a few pills.
His mind almost fell into darkness, "Well, let's go to the hospital first."
The doctor concluded that it was an old problem.
"The diet should be light, the work and rest should be regular, and the emotions should not be too excited."
Where did she get excited?
——Oh, she confessed about being rejected.
"OK."
She decided to strictly follow the doctor's advice.
Today I will go home to rest for a day, tomorrow I will chat with my sister and care about her life, and the day after tomorrow I will find two college students to help open the shop.
Halfway through, it started to rain.
They are so densely packed that they look like thin lines from a distance, disappearing the moment they fall from the sky to the ground.
Dark clouds hang low and pedestrians are in a hurry.
Shen Lianqing didn't have an umbrella, so she used the crossbody bag she was carrying to cover her head. Her white canvas shoes stepped into the puddles, making small splashes.
She saw a bus waiting hall five hundred meters away from her, and the corners of her mouth curled up.
Soon.
Cars passed by one after another, white, gray, pink, and silver.
The Cayenne, with its smooth and luxurious black body and traveling at 20 kilometers per hour, stopped in front of her.
The car window slowly opened.
When Shen Lianqing passed by, the person inside called her, "Shen Lianqing."
On a gray and rainy day, his car, his people, and his voice were all extremely low-key and melancholy.
Shen Lianqing stopped and met those dark and deep eyes.
It's him.
"Come up."
"No need, Mr. Fu, I'll take a bus and walk a few minutes and I'll be home."
Her wet brows frowned slightly, and as soon as her voice of rejection fell, she heard the sound of the car door lock opening.
The man sitting in the car had his slender and distinct hand bones resting on the car door, his slender legs stretched out, and then his waist wearing a black shirt also appeared from the car door.
His tall figure approached her, one arm around her waist and the other on top of her head, pushing her into the car.
The car door was closed again.
Shen Lianqing sat next to him, not very reserved, but a little confused. She and Mr. Fu weren't that familiar, right?
"Mr. Fu?"
The man glanced at her with emotionless eyes and handed the towel to her hand.
Shen Lianqing reached out to take the towel. When his fingers touched the edge of the towel, he moved his hand and moved forward a certain distance in the original space and position. The two people's hands inevitably touched each other because of his sudden movement.
Her coldness, his warmth.
"Ha——" chirped
In someone else's car, in a confined space.
Shen Lianqing quickly covered her mouth with both hands. Her fluffy black hair slipped from her shoulders as she moved, and her short clothes moved up, revealing her delicate and soft waist.
Mr. Fu's silver-grey eyes didn't take a second glance, and moved away automatically the moment her skin was exposed.
Shen Lianqing wiped herself carefully and thanked this powerful man sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Fu."
Although they just bought and sold flowers a few times, he let her sister go in the bar last time, and now he gave her a ride in the rain.
She was extremely grateful. It seemed that there were still many good people in this world.
Mr. Fu is a big boss, and he also handles official business in front of the computer in the car. He heard her voice and replied coldly, "White Chrysanthemum."
Uh huh huh? It turned out that they were just on the way. She thought she saw her and wanted to give her a ride. It seemed that she was being pretentious.
"Are you going to pay homage to your relatives again?"
"Um."
There were too many people leaving their home, so he needed to go there every now and then.
Shen Lianqing sighed, "You are really a person who values friendship."
Mr. Fu values friendship?
The driver in front of him trembled, and the car swayed. The driver saw Mr. Fu's cold eyes in the mirror, and his whole body tensed up, not daring to be distracted anymore.
Shen Lianqing went home and changed into clean clothes. Not wanting to keep her guests waiting, she tied up her hair casually and hurried down the stairs wearing furry shoes.
Rainy day.
The man was standing at the stairs of their Tongzi Building just like that day. It happened to be dinner time, and someone came in and out of the building and their eyes fell on him.
He was a little uncomfortable, his tall figure was forced into a corner, and his dark and handsome face rarely revealed a trace of emotion.
Shen Lianqing passed by him and smiled, "Let's go! I want to come back for dinner quickly."
The umbrella with green lilies in his hand opened, and Mr. Fu ducked in.
The umbrella is quite big and can usually be shared by two girls. Now that the other person holding the umbrella has become a man nearly 1.9 meters tall, it has naturally become smaller.
The broad palm held her hand holding the umbrella, and the heat was transmitted bit by bit. Shen Lianqing swallowed, and his fingers fell off the umbrella handle, and he held on firmly.
There is an umbrella above his head, and he is above Shen Lianqing's head.
Is it too close?
"Mr. Fu?"
He tapped his fingertips on her shoulders and said lightly, "Let's go."
It just seemed to be urging her to speed up.
"okay."
The sky was dark and heavy, and the thin rain fell on the ground and accumulated a shallow amount of water. It turned out that the gray ground reflected the two people's figures through the water mirror.
Under the umbrella, she was held in his arms.
