Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 7015 There is no redemption (1)

On rainy days, there were not many people on the construction site, and the workers did not start work, only a few people walking around.

They all recognized Qiao Muyuan, and would take the initiative to greet her.

Qiao Muyuan also greeted them with a smile.

It was raining today, and it was a bit cold. She wore a sky blue shirt and jeans, a small white cardigan over it, and a pair of casual shoes that fit easily.

She walked into the first floor of the museum under construction with a satchel on her back, put away her umbrella, and walked in along the empty rough room. It was very quiet everywhere, only the sound of her own footsteps.

Hiding under the concrete wall, she didn't feel lonely either.

Finding a stool for a worker, she sat down and opened her notebooks and folders, drawing circles with a pen.

Heart rate is faster than usual.

When Qiao Muyuan was tired of painting, she would look up at the rain curtain outside the concrete wall. The rain was still falling, and it was not light, and her pupils were all white and hazy.

She sits in the rough layer where the wind blows from all directions and draws the design draft, and when she encounters uncertain sizes, she will open an umbrella and go out to measure.

It's really a hard job, and she could have chosen interior design, but she still didn't choose comfort.

It is difficult to hold an umbrella with one hand, so she simply put on a raincoat and stood in the rain to measure.

The hat tends to block the view, so she moved it back a bit, her hair was wet, but she could see well.

Measure, survey, paint...

She squatted on the open dirt ground, maybe squatting for too long, when she stood up suddenly, she became dizzy and fell back.

The rain poured on her body, which hurt very painfully.

She fell into the muddy water, her lips pale in an instant.

The raincoat was wrinkled and muddy, messy, and her hair and hands were covered in gray-black mud.

Dirty, like a kitten stuck in the mud.

When had she been so embarrassed.

But she was unable to get up, and fell into the rain for a long time without moving.

Suddenly, a pair of generous hands came over, and the slender white fingers approached her dirty little hands. The rain fell on the back of his hands and on the cuffs of his white shirt.

The man pushed the wheelchair over, and the assistant beside him was holding an umbrella, but the umbrella was on top of Qiao Muyuan's head, and half of the man's shoulder was wet.

Drops of water slid down his thin and delicate chin, fell into his slender and wild neck, fell into the shirt, and disappeared.

Through the rain curtain, Qiao Muyuan opened his eyes with difficulty.

The man didn't wear a mask, and that gentle and handsome face appeared in front of her, like an illusion.

Ji Changmu.

It's Ji Changmu.

Instead of giving him her whole hand, she stretched out her dirty little finger and hooked it around his.

In the desolate rain, the corners of her lips curved upwards.

The rain is cold, but his fingers are warm.

He was alive, really alive.

This is his temperature, strong and fresh.

Their little fingers were hooked in the rain, and their eyes met. Ji Changmu's eyes were as deep as the night, while Qiao Muyuan's eyes were full of stars.

Ji Changmu took out a white square towel from his shirt pocket and wiped off the mud on her hands.

The assistant pulled Qiao Muyuan up while holding the umbrella, and the little girl threw off the obstructive and dirty raincoat.

Accidentally, she didn't stand firmly, and when she threw the raincoat out, she tripped and fell forward on Ji Changmu's body.

His chest was warm, his breath was hot, and his body was covered with the ebony fragrance that she had always been familiar with, and when she knew it... In an instant, water splashed in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)