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Rainy weather is always wet.

Shang Jing sat in the car, listening to the rain in her ears, raised her hand and pulled Ramon's mask on her face. A pair of amber pupils were deep and dark in the middle of the night.

Now he has no habit of wearing gloves, and his raised fingers are slender, white and clear.

Cloud wing holding a black umbrella: "Shang Shao, here it is."

Hearing the words, Shang Jing's dark eyes moved slightly. He raised a straight and powerful long leg and stepped on the rain accumulated ground. He frowned at the thought of the wetness of the soles of his feet.

In the middle of the night, his slender and tall body attracted special attention, and his black mask covered his face, making his skin particularly white.

At a glance, Wen Zhouzhou recognized that the person getting off the bus was Shang Jing.

She released her hand holding the suitcase with joy. The petite figure appeared in the rain and ran towards the outstanding figure. At the moment when Shang Jing hadn't noticed her existence, the soft female body had rushed into his arms.

The familiar warmth and fragrance lingered in the nasal cavity. Shang Jing was stunned in situ, and a trace of shock slipped through her cold eyes.

When she ran all the way, the rain fell on her hair and clothes.

After knowing who was running to his arms, Shang Jing lowered his eyes.

The raindrops wet her hair and stayed at the tip of her hair into small beads, emitting tiny but thorough light under the street lamp at night.

She doesn't have an umbrella.

If the rain were any heavier, she would be wet through.

Yunyi was surprised to see Wen Zhou appear in this way.

Because he talked to housekeeper LAN by phone in advance, he knew that Wen Zhouzhou had come. He was still thinking about the arrival time of the plane and guessed that Wen Zhouzhou should have stayed in the hotel.

As a result, people didn't stay in the hotel, but waited for business here.

Ye Chu and Chun Yuming exchanged a smart look and turned into the hotel.

Wen Zhouzhou held the man's thin and powerful waist in both hands and rubbed his head in front of his chest. She smiled and looked up at Shang Jing, who was much taller than her: "you're back at last!"

Shang Jing's stiff body softened bit by bit and felt the temperature transmitted from her. He only felt that the cold blood all over his body was warming bit by bit under her temperature: "Zhou Zhou?"

He thought she would be angry and that she would not come to him.

Wen Zhou gave a sound. She loosened her arms around Shang Jing and instead took his arm: "I'm hungry."

She came in a hurry and waited outside the hotel for so long before she had time to eat.

There was a little wave in Shang Jing's eyes, and a touch of attractive crimson color came up from the corners of her eyes. The tight light colored thin lips under the mask showed signs of softening.

The cold accumulated in his heart disintegrated because of her appearance.

Yun Yi held the umbrella and said, "Miss Wen."

Shang Jing remembered what he told the blue housekeeper when he left, and he didn't tell the blue housekeeper his address when he left.

Therefore, the only person who knows the location of his hotel is Yunyi.

It was Yunyi who told Zhou Zhou.

Yunyi received his dangerous sight, shook his hand holding the umbrella and pulled his lips with a dry smile.

Although I thought that Shang Shao would be angry and prepared to be punished by Shang Shao, I was still afraid of Shang Shao's dignity.

Wen Zhouzhou also thought of this layer. She knew that Shang Jing had always been strict with the people around her. She was worried that Yunyi would be punished for this. She said, "let's go first. I want to eat the rice you made for me."

When she finished, she pulled Shang Jing in.

Shang Jing let her move.

Yunyi dutifully held the umbrella until he sent them to the bottom of the hotel. "Shang Shao, I still have some information to verify, so I'll go first."

Slip away, slip away.

While Shang Shao is now entangled by Miss Wen and has no time to investigate his dereliction of duty, he still finds an excuse to leave.

The staff of the hotel pulled the suitcase for Wen Zhou and sent it respectfully.

When he got to the suite, Shang Jing turned on the heating. He looked at Wen Zhou on his side. He thought she was in the rain and said, "go take a bath first."

Wen Zhou was not in a hurry to sort out the items in the suitcase. She stood on tiptoe, pulled off Shang Jing's mask on his cheek and kissed him on his side face: "this is as a reward for you to cook for me."

Shang Jing: "

His cheeks were hot, and the place kissed by Zhou Zhou was soft.

He hoped that such rewards would come more.

The staff responsible for delivering the suitcase was amazed when they saw the real face under Shang Jing's mask. Before, colleagues in the hotel were talking about the customer's appearance. Many felt ugly, but she insisted on her own ideas.

At the moment, the staff were so excited that they wanted to pick up their mobile phone and shoot the man's beautiful profile.

However, the hotel has hotel rules and can't shoot casually.

Wen Zhou turned around, took in the suitcase held by the staff, thanked him and went to the bathroom.

Shang Jing stayed where he was. He raised his hand and touched the cheek she had kissed. The corners of his mouth swung a stunning arc.

After that, he recalled Wen Zhou's request, immediately opened the refrigerator and took out the required ingredients.

When Wen Zhou finished washing, he smelled the fragrance.

She wiped her body with a towel. As soon as she walked out of the room, she noticed a set of neatly folded pajamas on the ground.

Wen Zhou squatted down, picked up his clothes and went back to the bathroom to change.

At the same time, the smell of the food in the room is getting stronger and stronger.

She put on her pajamas, took a simple care of her wet hair, barefoot on the plush carpet, and walked towards the busy shadow in the kitchen.

When Shang Jing was concentrating on cooking ginger soup, she put her arms around his waist from behind.

Shang Jing's body was stiff.

Wen Zhou leaned his head against his back and rubbed it like a spoiled child. His voice was soft and sweet: "my Shangjing is the best."

She is good-looking, has a good figure, can cook and spoil her. How can she give up such a Shang Jing?

On this thought, she felt that she was very worthless at that time.

If she didn't insist and really signed the divorce agreement, she would lose such a gentle and good Shang Jing.

Holding Shang Jing's arms a little tighter.

Shang Jing paused.

The ginger soup had boiled, and the heat came out, blurring his sight.

If Wen Zhou meets him face to face, he will surely see the tears in his eyes.

Only Zhou Zhou will think he is good.

Obviously, he has done things that hurt her and forced Zhou Zhou to do things he didn't want to do.

Such a him, psychological deformity, thought evil, where is the qualification to accompany her?

Shang Jing's pupil contracted: "I'm not good at all."

Wen Zhou protested, leaned his head on his arm, tilted his body, and looked up at him with a smile: "nonsense, in my eyes, Shang Jing is the best person in the world."