Gu Qingcheng: Qi Shao's Sweet Wife

Chapter 28 His Eyes Are Gentle Over the Years 【13】

If two people are destined to be together, then, no matter what time and place, they will definitely meet, just like a prior appointment.

Jing Jing just ran to the entrance of the alley, when the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds and bursts of thunder.After a while, it began to rain heavily.

For this remote alley, if there is no rain, from time to time there will be a few taxi masters who are willing to drive people here just to earn the high fare.

But once there is a thunderstorm, no one will want to do business here.No matter how much money you give, they won't come here.

Ji Jing waited at the entrance of the alley for more than ten minutes in the heavy rain, but no car passed by.Thinking of grandma and malt in the little house, Silence clenched her fists tightly and bit her lower lip desperately.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Jing Jing's T-shirt and jeans were already soaked, her long black hair was tightly pressed against her forehead, and water dripped down her face, and it was hard to tell if it was her tears or the rain.

Looking at the empty road, the silence finally became unbearable.Regardless of the pouring rain, he kept running towards the main road in the city.

Since Tiangong is unwilling to be beautiful, she can only rely on her own luck to see if she can meet a good man on the way and take her back to the city.As long as there is a little bit of possibility, she will not give up.

The emperor paid off, and after running in silence for about 10 minutes, a car finally appeared on the road.

The silence was like a drowning person grabbing the last straw, and with heavy steps, stopped in front of the car.

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On this day, Qi Moran had to go to the suburbs to conduct a field inspection because of a problem with a cooperation project of the Daqi Group.But unexpectedly, it started to rain heavily just after driving to the suburbs.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Although the wipers kept brushing the glass, it still made Qi Muran feel that his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see the road at all.

At this moment, in a trance, Qi Muran saw a figure appearing in the rain, blocking his car at a very fast pace.

Qi Muran was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat. He frowned slightly, and braked suddenly to stop the car.

Seeing the car stop, Jing Jing had a smile on his lips.Walking out of the car window, he raised his palm that was icy cold from the rain, and tapped on the car window lightly.

If it were normal, Jing Jing would definitely mind her drenched appearance, but now, she has no time to care about that at all, she just wants to find someone to help her.

When Qi Muran heard the sound of his palm tapping the car window, the expression on his face became more and more ugly.God knows how angry he was.

But when the car window was rolled down, revealing Jing Jing's fair face, all the anger in Qi Muran's heart disappeared.

Originally, he thought that it was just a passerby blocking the car, but unexpectedly it was silence.

What makes Qi Muran even more incomprehensible is that he was obviously still in front of his mother's tombstone yesterday, saying that he would not be tempted by Silence.Today, when I saw Jing Jing's miserable appearance, I felt sympathy and pity.

The rain was still falling, silently looking at Qi Moran's face in the car window, he didn't know how to speak for a moment.

Recalling that night, Qi Muran pursued her like a joke; recalling what she said to God when she left the small house, her silent heart beat rapidly.

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