Rong Zhi, a dumb girl: the warlord husband loves her

Chapter 1 Leave Your Future Life to Me
This is the third time that Lu Chongning's car stopped at the entrance of the Red Jasmine Song and Dance House this month.The gorgeous lights were intertwined, and accompanied by the light rain, they were reflected on the cold car door, and strange flowers bloomed.

Rong Zhi had just finished taking off her make-up, and hurriedly changed into her blue school uniform. Just now, Miss Li Xue, the pillar of Red Jasmine, was furious because the waiter's coffee was missing a cube of sugar, and she refused to go on stage.The manager coaxed her for a while, but she didn't get better, so she let the backup dancers go on stage first to enliven the atmosphere, but at the end, she still missed her time to go to the church to do volunteer work at night.

Rong Zhi ran out of the gate, and Li Xue's lazy singing came to her ears, enchanting and haunting, making the supposedly quiet night blurred.

"Miss Rong, Mrs. Lu please." A man got out of the black car, wearing a neat black uniform, and respectfully opened the door for her.

Rong Zhi just shook her head, put the coarse schoolbag on her head, turned and ran into the rain.

She didn't know why Lu Chongning, the well-known son of Lu's Department Store, fell in love with her who was inconspicuous among the dancing girls. He sent flowers, wrote letters, bought gems, invited her to drink tea, and tried to make her happy in different ways.Although she rejected them one by one, he still didn't seem to give up at all.

Shengde Church was not far from Red Jasmine, but it was raining and the road was muddy. She ran so fast that she ruined her clothes.

The ancient bell tower rang the bell, which shook the white pigeons perched under the eaves. After the bell, the church was silent, and there was no cheering crowd of children every time she came before.

Just as she was wondering, she saw a plain white shadow in the distance, and she walked forward nervously, the rain dripping from the corner of her skirt formed a fine and long water mark on the ground.

"Little Zhi, why are you in the rain?"

The wet bangs steamed up in front of her eyes, before she could see clearly, Lu Chongning's hand was pressed against her face.

She backed away in shock, almost hitting the corner of the table behind her.

"It's me, Chongning."

He protected her waist in a timely manner, but he was cut on the back of his hand by the corner of the broken table that had been in disrepair for many years.

She hurriedly opened her schoolbag and took out a pen and paper, but because of the heavy rain, the book was soaked through and the pen was broken.

"Don't worry, you wrote it on my hand."

He put the cut hand behind his back, stretched out the other hand, and put it in front of her.

She hesitated, but still wrote on his hand, "Where are the children? Why are you here?"

"The church is leaking. I asked them to send them to my yard in the western suburbs. Sister Liz is also there. When the roof of the church is repaired, I will bring the children back. Don't worry."

"As for me." He paused, "I'm afraid you'll run away like the previous two times, so I'll come here first and wait for you. I found out that you would come to Shengde Church to be a volunteer after every dance." He said, He just smiled, his clean face was warm and clear, "Sure enough, this time, you escaped again."

She was ashamed of her presumption, and also shy of his second sentence. She made a gesture of thanks with both hands, pointed to the door, and signaled that she was going home.

He looked at the rain that didn't know when it had stopped, and cursed secretly.Looking back, she had already walked to the door.

"Xiaozhi." He hurriedly chased after her and pulled her back, but he bumped into her clear and innocent eyes unpreparedly. He swallowed, and blurted out: "My hand hurts."

There was a shortage of medicines in the church, so she only found the handkerchief she had left here before, and simply tied a bow for him.His eyes were scorching, and her cheeks became hot as he stared at her. She wrote on the palm of his hand: I'm sorry.

"It's okay." He took off his coat and put it on her body, rubbing the top of her wet head, "Even if you hide from me, you shouldn't get in the rain. What if you get sick?"

She lowered her head slightly, and the water from her temples dripped onto her face. Under the moonlight, it looked like a meandering sparkling river, cool and moving.

"Xiaozhi, don't go to Red Jasmine. Leave your studies, the children you like, and your future life to me."

His kiss fell lightly on the top of her hair, like fluttering feathers, tantalizing, "Don't be afraid of me anymore, and don't hide from me, I really want to take care of you."

Her body was very cold, but suddenly a fire ignited in her heart, which warmed her a little. She felt that everything in front of her was blurred and unreal. The tall church, the rows of dilapidated tables and chairs, and him beside her were all full It turned into a rising mist, floating and sinking in front of her eyes, so that when the kiss fell, she didn't dodge it.

(End of this chapter)