Flash marriage into love:Hello,my cold husband!

The English Bible on the sofa cabinet behind me was also wantonly torn by the strong wind, brushing, brushing, page by page of the paper, and even broke a hole in the strong wind.

Until Deng Jiaru and Qiao Qiao worked together to close all the doors and windows, and the changes in the room stopped.

Then, the internal line phone rings, it's yunmo calling, just Deng Jiaru across the phone is relatively close, then picked up the phone.

"Ah Mo said he would come to pick you up." Deng Jiaru and yunmo said two words, then looked at Qiao Qiao who had already sat back on the sofa. Qiao Qiao frowned and said, "you tell him to let him have a good look at Sanbao. Aunt Zhou is not in the old house. Sanbao will cry if she wakes up. I will go back when the rain stops. "

Deng Jiaru truthfully and the telephone that side reported Qiao Qiao's meaning, and then hung up the phone and walked back to sit beside Qiao Qiao.

Although the doors and windows are closed, the rain outside the window does not decrease.

In front of the window, I saw the grass and the window.

"This summer, for the first time, it rained heavily." Deng Jiaru returned to her former composure.

Qiao Qiao nodded and agreed, and her eyes fell on Deng Jiaru's hands on the sofa. She tightened the corner of her clothes tightly and tightly.

And Deng Jiaru's face, is still that calm smile.

Although the mask has been worn for a long time, it has become skin.

But it's a mask after all.

"Mom." Qiao Qiao deliberately said, "I came across Wu Bo when I came here. Wu Bo said that Yunqing was still standing in front of the gate

"That's his business." Deng Jiaru glances at her lips and smiles. It seems that she is calm. She pinches the hand in the corner of her clothes, but she exerts more force, "it has nothing to do with me."

"He came yesterday morning, waiting outside the gate without dripping water?" Qiao Qiao deliberately said, staring at Deng Jiaru's reaction.

"Is it?" Deng Jiaru light smile, "how do I not know?"

“……” Qiao Qiao didn't answer. He frowned and looked at Deng Jiaru as if nothing had happened. He had too much heartache in his heart.

"I'll get you some more tea." Deng Jiaru got up with her teacup.

Qiao Qiao looked at Deng Jiaru's cheongsam, which was made of fine silk and satin.

This retro robe fits Deng Jiaru very well. She is a beauty of old times.

Can be pinched by her the corner of the clothes, has wrinkled Baba like too wife's forehead.

We can see how nervous she was when she just mentioned Yun Qing.

A few meters away, Qiao Qiao watched Deng Jiaru pour tea for her in front of the bar.

The warm yellow tea overflowed to the edge of the cup, and the tea slowly flowed down along the edge of the cup and onto the glass table.

Qiao Qiao pretended not to see, picked up the English version of the Bible on the sofa cabinet, casually opened a page, but looked at Deng Jiaru a few meters away.

Pour a cup of tea, how simple.

But Deng Jiaru knocked over the tea cup and became in a hurry.

Finally, Joe could not help but loosen his Bible. He went to the bar and looked inside. The ground was covered with ceramic fragments and tea.

"Mom!" Joe sighed heartily, "if you can't put it down, ask him to come in. If he goes down like this, he will be in the hospital tomorrow morning

“……” Deng Jiaru raised her head, and her gloomy eyes fell on Qiao Qiao, opposite her four eyes.

"He tortures you, and you torture him." Joe sighed helplessly, "why?"

“……” Deng Jiaru's eyebrows, frown more tightly, Qiao Qiao seldom see her so sad, so restless. In the end, the man still occupied a very important part of her life, so as to disturb her mind.

"Mom, I know Yunqing is not worth forgiving. But you can't let him go, can you? "

“……” Deng Jiaru refused to comment.

"It's really raining outside. He hasn't closed his eyes or eaten for two days and nights. It's up to you, mom, whether you want to go out to meet him

With that, Qiao Qiao took Deng Jiaru's umbrella, and when he came to the door, he looked back at Deng Jiaru who was in the same place. Although she hesitated, Qiao knew that she would go to the gate and call Yunqing back.

Sigh, this just opened the hand of the flower umbrella, quickly rushed into the storm.

By the time Joe got back to the West Building and got to the bedroom on the second floor, he was wet through.

Although she held the umbrella, she couldn't stop the heavy rain and strong wind.

Cloud Mo looked up, saw a wet she walked in from the door, every step, all dripped water stains.

"Didn't you come back after the rain stopped?" Cloud Mo immediately got up to meet him, frowned, took her arm to the bathroom, "how suddenly ran back."

"I'm afraid I'll stay with my mother. She's even more embarrassed." Qiao Qiao himself took off his clothes, cloud ink has helped her put the hot water, "take a hot bath quickly.""You go out and I'll talk to you slowly when you're done."

"Don't move." Yunmo adjusted the hot water to the right temperature, which was a little bit hotter than usual, but it didn't burn her skin. Her big palm fell on her head and helped her rub bubbles.

At her slow pace, she will catch a cold.

After a while, after washing for her, yunmo wrapped her up with a large bath towel and said in a commanding tone, "wrap it up."

"It's not winter." Joe laughed contentedly, "it's not cold at all."

Yunmo turned and took another bath towel from the shelf and wiped her wet hair.

When she put on her bathrobe and yunmo was ready to listen to her explanation, she slipped out of the bath towel.

Cloud Mo with out of the time, she has stood in front of the French window, looking outside.

The two sides of the bedroom are surrounded by French windows, which is very transparent. On this side of Qiao Qiao's station, you can see the gate of the old house.

However, the heavy rain is pouring down, and it looks like fog at a glance. Although the direction of the gate can be seen, it can't be seen clearly.

"Don't you care about Yunqing at all?" Cloud Mo stands behind her, also looks out, is still what also cannot see clearly, "how suddenly so anxious."

"He's really not worth caring about." Qiao Qiao lies on the glass window and looks out. "I care about my mother. I don't know if she's going to pick up Yunqing right now."

The wind and rain are still wanton, a burst of wind, a burst of rain, the rain did not reduce, Qiao Qiao vaguely looked at the fog hazy door, no one shadow.

Should it be that Yunqing is afraid, has left, to shelter from the rain?

Just as Joe was wondering, he suddenly saw a bright yellow flash through the rain and fog. It is an umbrella that swims quickly in the rain. The figure under the umbrella is very similar to Deng Jiaru.

Qiao Qiao's heart pinched tightly and said to the cloud ink behind him, "mother still can't let him go."

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