Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 109 Jin Ziqi, I'm Back! (1)
But, who told me to just fall in love with him, and to pull the evidence so simply!
Jin Ziqi sighed softly, and walked to the taxi stop sign with some helplessness and confusion.

Unexpectedly, the sky, which was already covered with dark clouds, actually had a rain curtain of moderate size.

She is still a short distance from the taxi stop sign, and she must get wet in the rain if she wants to go there.

Jin Ziqi frowned, lowered his head and looked in the bag, but he couldn't find the old spare umbrella.

Looking down at his watch, there are still 10 minutes until the afternoon meeting.

If we don't rush back, I'm afraid we will be late, and for Fengqi Company, this meeting is an important project negotiation with foreign film and television companies.

Jin Ziqi stood under the house on the side of the road, hesitated for a while, and found that the rain was getting smaller, raised the bag in his hand to the top of his head, and rushed into the rain with high heels.

However, God seemed to have played a joke on her. As soon as she ran out, the torrential rain came suddenly.

The bag on top of his head was not a problem at all. After running for more than ten meters, Jin Ziqi couldn't stop the oncoming heavy rain. He squinted and saw the convenience store by the road, where the stagnant water dripping on the ground went to hide from the rain.

The pattering rainwater accumulated on the eaves, and Jin Ziqi's shirt was half soaked.

She reached out to see the size of the rain while taking out a tissue to wipe the rain off her face.

Suddenly, a brown shadow appeared on the top of the head, and the feeling of being hit by the rain on the palm of the hand disappeared instantly, only the muffled sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella resounded around.

Jin Ziqi's heart skipped a beat inexplicably, she looked at the pure brown umbrella in surprise, moved her gaze down the handle, and saw the man standing behind her holding the umbrella.

Tall and tall, in a white slim sportswear, reflected in the halo reflected in the convenience store.

Pedestrians coming and going in and out of the convenience store are nothing but a gray flowing background at the moment.

He stood by the door, holding an umbrella above her with one hand, like a beautiful scenery, attracting passing eyes.

The umbrella hung over Jin Ziqi's head, propping up a corner of peace and silence for her.

She raised her chin lightly, and a drop of rainwater condensed on the edge of the umbrella fell on the corner of her eyes, feeling cool.

Along the arc of the eyelids, it slowly slides across the cheeks and merges into the long hair on the back of the neck.

Her heartbeat was touched for a moment, when she saw the face of the young man holding an umbrella for her behind her.

Chestnut hair, fair and handsome facial features, and a pair of dark brown pupils permeated with a graceful and outstanding light.

Holding the handle of the umbrella with slender fingers, she stood there quietly amidst the rustling rain.

An antique rice paper lantern outside the convenience store, the dim light clips a silhouette.

It feels unreal, like an old movie played in slow motion.

There are gloomy backgrounds, endless rain curtains, lonely streams of people, and silent dialogues.

Plus a deep cello sound.

Other than that, there is no plot to speak of.

Jin Ziqi stood outside the eaves, facing this lonely and elegant white figure, feeling that it was about to be penetrated by light.

Even though it was the first time they met, why did they feel like they had known each other before?

But, where did you meet him?
The man's line of sight shifted slightly, and fell on the drop of rain in the corner of her eye.

He lifted the umbrella outwards, covering her head like a number, while himself was completely exposed under the eaves.

He seemed to be standing still at the other end of time, like a silent bud of a tree.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze passed through her, and at a certain moment, Jin Ziqi even felt that he had passed through her soul.

Her soul trembled inexplicably, and then fell silent.

Jin Ziqi pulled out a grateful smile, which was quick and beautiful, but it was limited to polite thanks.

The man's eyes were as calm as the surface of a lake from beginning to end, but they were too deep to see what he was thinking clearly.

There was the sound of a car on the side of the road, and Jin Ziqi turned around when he heard the sound. When he saw a taxi, he raised his bag above his head again, and ran out without hesitation.

Before he had time to thank this kind man, he stopped the taxi in the rain and opened the back seat door.

But when he got into the car, Jin Ziqi paused, and turned his head to look at the convenience store.

It's just that the empty eaves have long since lost the slender white like snow.

Is it gone?
Jin Ziqi's eyes quickly glanced over the glass window of the convenience store.

A gust of wind blew, Jin Ziqi shivered from the cold, and got into the car at the driver's urging.

The warm compartment is isolated from the torrential rain outside.

Jin Ziqi leaned on the back seat, feeling a faint pain in his temple.

She closed her eyes lightly, forcing herself to put aside those messy thoughts.

At the entrance of the convenience store, the car parked on the side of the road drove away, revealing a man standing behind the car.

A black luxury Chrysler slowly stopped beside him, and a young woman in business attire got out of the car in a hurry, holding an umbrella and walking to the side of the man.

"President Qin, it's time to meet Sato-kun from Trial Co., Ltd."

His eyes were still looking at the direction of the taxi, and the umbrella in his hand was slowly lowered.

There was no emotion on the handsome face.

Just a person, quietly, forgetting the time, standing on the eaves of the raindrops.

Jin Ziqi, I'm back.

After Song Qiyan put Jin Ziqi down on the side of the road, he rushed back to the company in a hurry.

As soon as he opened the office door, he saw Song Zhiren standing by the window.

Leaning on a cane, his complexion was a little gloomy, not as energetic as before, and even a little worried.

Song Qiyan stood at the door and looked at him quietly for a few seconds.

Song Zhiren was looking for him almost all day, calling and sending someone, but he ignored it.

Now, I'm afraid that the old man couldn't hold his breath anymore, so he came to the door by himself.

He even waited on the sidelines.

"Is it done?"

Song Zhiren leaned on crutches and walked slowly to the desk, breathing slightly heavily.

But he can still stand here, which proves that he will not fall down immediately.

Song Qiyan didn't answer, but just watched Song Zhiren sit down on his swivel chair indifferently.

Han Minzheng, who was like office furniture, with a plain face, skillfully made a cup of coffee and brought it to the table.

Then, quickly and quietly exited the office.

Song Zhiren stretched out his hand to pick up the coffee, but was preempted by the long arm that suddenly stretched out.

Song Qiyan took the coffee in front of him, and then slowly brought it to his mouth to take a sip.

(End of this chapter)