Nongmen pretty wine concubine

Chapter 353
However, the carriage had never seen a shelter from the rain all the way, and it would be nice to have a cave, but fortunately, it was only dark clouds for the time being, and the rain did not come down in time.Otherwise, I don't know what will happen if I can't see my five fingers and move forward with lightning and thunder.

Lightning is like a net, appearing from time to time, covering the entire sky.The gloomy looks like sharp claws exposed outside, Su Qing looked terrified, suddenly grabbed Lian Chen's arm and said: "It's only a few miles away, let's go back to the villa, and there is no place to rest on the road during the day. "

The carriage traveled very fast, and the road became smoother as it went forward.

Lian Chen took a deep look at her, and then ordered: "Speed ​​up, go straight back to the villa."

Hearing this, Su Qing breathed a sigh of relief, hugged herself and shrank under the low window, her eyes drooping, she didn't know what she was thinking.Her excessive quietness made Lian Chen uncomfortable, stretched out his legs and kicked her, but found no movement, his eyes darkened, and he leaned over to pick Su Qing's chin, only to find that she was asleep.

His jaw was cold, and a bolt of lightning struck, and he saw her tired and slightly pale face.Lian Chen's eyes dimmed, and he carried her to the soft bed beside him with great care, and covered her with a thin quilt.As soon as he got back and sat down, his sleeve was caught by something. He frowned, and instinctively reached out to untie it, but a small exquisite box came into view.

With a flash in Lian Chen's eyes, he curiously took off the sewn-up box wrapped in a layer of soft cloth around her waist, and opened it.

When he saw a delicate little dagger and an ingot of gold lying in the box, his eyebrows jumped. Some strange fragments seemed to flash, but he failed to catch those vague fragments.

However, he is very familiar with this dagger, and he is also familiar with this ingot of gold, because it has the unique logo of Risheng Bank on it, and he has carved a mark on this one, because that day is his birthday, so when he is free and bored, he will put it on the dagger. A date was engraved on it, and what he didn't know was that it was precisely because of this date that Su Qing dared not use it. In the end, she actually kept it like a treasure.

Ever since Lian Chen's accident, she has carried it on her body, as if seeing things and thinking about others.

The big hand rubbed against Su Qing's smooth little face, but his heart hurt like a knife gouging it out, as if something was gnawing inside it, or something was about to break out of the cocoon.In the end, Lian Chen spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes darkened, and he passed out.

Less than a mile away from the villa, the rain poured down like pours, and layers of white mist appeared on the roof. The strong wind blew away the lanterns hanging on the trees, and even the corner lamps under the eaves were blown off.For a moment, the entire villa was plunged into darkness, and the sky and the earth seemed to be linked together, making it impossible to tell the difference.

Huge raindrops hit Hou Yong's eyes, blurring the vision ahead. If it wasn't for the spirituality of the horse, the car would probably overturn.Reluctantly, he could only tighten the reins to force the carriage to stop, and waited for this wave of urgent rain to pass before returning to the villa.

"My lord..."

As soon as the carriage stopped, he wanted to tell Lian Chen, but just as he turned his head, the wind blew up the curtain of the carriage, and Lian Chen's tightly closed eyes, pale lips and painfully twisted body were reflected.

Hou Yong was taken aback, and he no longer cared about the distinction between master and servant, so he got into the carriage and gave him internal energy.

The heavy rain came and went quickly, and it was just the time of a cup of tea. It turned into a patter of light rain and the large dark clouds dispersed. The dim light of the clouds reflected the potholes on the road.

　Sleeping for the time being, I will write again when I get off work tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)