My love with the school grass

Chapter 330 How can servants hide from the rain?

"How do you know I'm afraid?"

Seeing that Leng Rongsheng didn't answer, Chi Mumu couldn't help asking again.

Even Chi Mumu herself didn't know why she was so obsessed with this issue.

Perhaps after that minute of tenderness, she became more like a little girl, wanting to hear his doting and gentle voice...

Raindrops kept falling from the sky, and it tended to fall bigger and bigger, but Chi Mumu looked at Leng Rongsheng persistently, stubbornly waiting for his answer.

Leng Rongsheng frowned slightly, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes, finally, he finally spoke, but did not answer Chi Mumu's words, his voice was always cold and heartless: "Go back to the house to hide from the rain, don't get wet. "

Such a plain sentence made Chi Mumu a little disappointed.

The raindrops in the sky were getting bigger and bigger, Chi Mumu pursed his lips unwillingly, paused for a few seconds, then turned around obediently and quickly ran back to the next door.

But when she ran to the door next door, she didn't enter the house immediately. She paused, then turned around and saw a figure running back and forth in the yard against the rain through the fence between the two houses.

It seems that to him, those pitcher plants are really more important than himself...

The clothes on his body were soaked, but he didn't care about himself at all, but moved the pitcher plants in the yard quickly back and forth.

But with so many pitcher plants, how can it be so easy to move them all into the house in a short period of time?
Chi Mumu watched helplessly as Leng Rongsheng's clothes were drenched and stuck to his body, and the rain fell from his forehead along his hair...

The rapid rain created mist in the air, and Chi Mumu couldn't see the man's expression clearly.

Chi Mumu suddenly felt a little distressed. She looked at the sky and thought silently: God, please stop the rain. My previous prayer was just a joke. I regret it now...

He knew that she was afraid of the rain, so he would rather move the pitcher plants alone in the yard in the rain than let her help him in the rain.

But she is his maid, even if she is the only one moving the pitcher plants in the yard and he hides from the rain in the house, it should be right, right?
The rain in the sky poured down, mixed with the occasional rumbling thunder.

Chi Mumu was scared, but at the same time he looked at the cold figure in the rain, and felt distressed.

Chi Mumu felt that the 2 minutes she stood at the door was the most difficult time for her, entangled thoughts, strange feelings, mixed with distress, constantly entangled in her heart...

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Leng Rongsheng didn't have time to take care of himself who was already soaked, and desperately wanted to move all the pitcher plants into the house.

Those raindrops hit the pitcher plants hard, like they hit his heart...

However, when he bent over to move the flower pot again, he suddenly felt that the rain on his head seemed to be a little less.

He looked up in astonishment, and found that Chi Mumu, who was wearing a large raincoat, was standing beside him, covering his head with his hands folded, looking at him with a sweet smile on his lips.

Leng Rongsheng couldn't help but pause: "You...I didn't ask you..."

"The master is working, how can the servant hide from the rain?" Chi Mumu said with a mischievous smile.

The wide raincoat was put on her body, making her look very petite and cute, and her big smart eyes seemed to be able to speak, flashing and shining with endless wit.

Leng Rongsheng stared at her in silence for a few seconds, and suddenly, the corners of his lips curled up into a faint smile.

After the two cooperated, they quickly moved all the flower pots into the house. Chi Mumu couldn't help laughing when he saw the pitcher plants all over the room.

But when she was smirking at the pitcher plants all over the ground, she suddenly felt warm on the top of her head.

Chi Mumu was stunned, but before he could react, he felt the warmth of the man's fingertips through his head through the towel, and was gently wiping her wet hair...

(End of this chapter)