Madam, president loves you secrectly

Song Qianqian took back her sight and forced herself not to think about things outside. At the same time, she pulled up the quilt and covered her head. After turning off the bedside lamp for a while, she got up again.

After turning on the lights again, he was even more restless.

Then he got up and took a look outside. Junlin was still standing there. The rain was not particularly heavy now, but this spring rain, although not cold, was still cold.

It must be hard to immerse yourself in your bones.

Just when she was struggling whether to go down to send an umbrella to Junlin, sister Yi gently opened the door and came in. At a glance, she saw her standing in front of the window, with a smile on her mouth: "I knew you would be worried. Look, she was really in a hurry."

Sister Yi came over and handed her two umbrellas: "if you want to go down, go down. You really don't want to respond to other people's feelings. At least you should make it clear."

Sister Yi doesn't know the context. What she makes up in her mind is nothing more than those unspeakable past events and regrets of young men and women. Although she has feelings, she has to separate.

But since people came to the door, this attitude seemed so sincere and persisted for so long, sister Yi's heart also biased towards a little king's landing.

Song Qianqian saw that the two umbrellas held by sister Yi didn't move. He just felt a little sad: "sister Yi, I won't go down. Please help me send him an umbrella, please."

Her tone was soft and there was a hint of prayer. But sister Yi understood that such a good opportunity didn't force her to take that step. The next road was a dead end.

"Ha - I'm so sleepy. I can't. I'm going to bed. Watch it for yourself. Don't go if you really don't want to go. It's nothing for a big man."

Then after putting down the umbrella, sister Yi went out with her waist on her back and pretended to mutter: "Alas, the weather forecast says that this is an orange warning. I'm afraid there will be a heavy rainstorm. It was cold, but her heart is not warm, but at this moment, her heart will be cold."

Sister Yi walked back to the room, leaving song Qianqian standing in place silently. She turned her head sideways and looked down at him in the rainy night. She only felt that her hands were holding her heart tightly.

After three minutes, song Qianqian put on a coat, changed a pair of shoes in the porch, grabbed the two umbrellas and walked downstairs. She always felt more and more suffocated every step.

This is as like as two peas in her flight five years ago, but the scene changed.

Junlin closed his eyes and leaned against the window. More than a dozen cigarette butts under his feet were washed by the rain. His figure was a little low, which made people feel inexplicably depressed, but he still had no intention to leave.

The rain rushed into his eyes. He looked up slightly, but he vaguely caught a person's figure in the dim yellow light at the entrance of the corridor. With a fixed look, he suddenly stood up straight.

The waves in the bottom of my eyes are not hidden.

Song Qianqian wrapped his coat and trotted over with an umbrella. An umbrella blocked the two of them. She gasped and handed him the other umbrella in her arms: "if you don't want to go back, just keep waiting with your umbrella, but the rain may be heavier later. Consider it yourself."

King's landing just looked at her face through the night light and was very distracted, but he didn't answer her, let alone take the umbrella she handed over.

"Take it." Song shallow saw that he ignored, and his tone was heavier.

King's landing was yelled by her. She just looked down and took the umbrella, but didn't open it.

If he doesn't open it, song Qianqian can't retreat. As long as she retreats, Junlin will be surrounded by rain again.