Stepping on her husband's bottom line by mistake

Chapter 554 Heart Rain (3)

He was afraid that it was Lin Wanru who came to trouble Feng Linxue, so he rushed out without saying a word.

Walking out of the hospital, I just wanted to pick up the car.

From a distance, I saw Feng Linxue and a fashionable woman walking towards a coffee shop.

Thankfully, that woman was not Lin Wanru.

Leng Haotian followed them all the time, they went in to chat while he waited outside.

It's funny to say, he is a majestic man, an all-powerful figure in Yancheng.

He actually hid in a corner outside the cafe, looking at her with his head poking around.

Afraid that she would see her whereabouts.

Immediately, he saw the fashionable woman leave, and then she stood up again.

Unexpectedly, within a few steps, there was a loud thunder outside.

Then, the bean-sized raindrops fell suddenly.

Leng Haotian saw that Feng Linxue didn't seem to be carrying an umbrella.

Without even thinking about it, I rushed to the nearby supermarket and only bought an umbrella.

On the way back, he saw her, a long-haired woman in a Tang suit standing in the rain.

Slightly raised his head, looking at the sky quietly, like a silent picture of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The beautiful woman with flowing hair stands in the painting, as pretty as a peach in three springs, and as clear as a chrysanthemum in nine autumns.

But... so lonely, so lonely.

For some reason, with just one glance, he could clearly read the heartache in her eyes.

Her thin figure was in a trance in the rain, which also blurred his vision.

Leng Haotian stopped thinking about it, and hurried towards Feng Linxue.

When he was in front of people, he saw Feng Linxue's dazed eyes, and couldn't help feeling sorry for her.

When did that proud and cold Feng Linxue have such a helpless expression?
Seeing that he was sad for a while, his tone was a little gentle.

"What's wrong? Don't you know it's raining?"

Feng Linxue looked at the man in front of him dully.

Wet black hair, covering his forehead, seemed unaware of what was going on.

It took a long time before his eyes froze on Leng Haotian's face, and the psychological resentment became deeper.

(End of this chapter)