Young Master, Don't Bother Me

Su Han hums blandly: "he has obsession with sculpture."

Luo Xiaojing could not understand: "his daughter Duan Qingyan is a sculptor, or a famous female sculptor."

"That's not the same." Some old stories are still rumored. Su Han doesn't know whether they are suitable for Luo Xiaojing. After thinking about it, he says, "I heard that Duan Zhenghao fell in love with an excellent sculptor when he was young, but I don't know why. They didn't succeed. This love affair has a great influence on Duan Zhenghao. He is still unmarried because of the sculptor. "

Love for love? Love begets hate?

Luo Xiaojing has not had time to ponder this question, another question let her blurt out: "then how can you give birth to Duan Qingyan?"

With that, she felt that she was too gossipy.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Su. I don't seem to have the right focus."

Luo Xiaojing doesn't have so much time and energy to pay attention to Duan Zhenghao's love life. She just needs to know that Duan Zhenghao has been eyeing the Royal ornaments.

In a flash, she thought of something: "Miss Su..."

Is there a possibility that Duan Zhenghao wants to re carve his mother's flowers, but in fact he wants to demonstrate to the female sculptor he loves?

Because not any sculptor can reproduce the flowers carved by his mother.

"Well?"

But it doesn't seem to make sense.

The more Luo Xiaojing thought about it, the more confused he was. He simply didn't want to say, "nothing. I just want to say that I can get off at Shinan road."

The topic has been revealed. Fatigue makes both of them just want to have a rest and don't want to say anything more. The car drives smoothly out of the suburbs and into the city. When it arrives at Shinan Road, the driver stops at the place designated by Luo Xiaojing.

"See you tomorrow, Miss Su."

Su Han instructs Luo Xiaojing to send a wechat after he gets home. Before he can say anything safe, Luo Xiaojing runs into the neighborhood facing the street with a wave of his hand.

When the car carrying Su Han drove far away, she stood on the side of the road again.

At this time, there was no bus or subway, so she had to stop a taxi to go back to Nanyuan.

All the way, she was made drowsy by the shaking car. When she arrived at Nanyuan, the driver woke her up.

After paying the fare, she gets off the bus in a daze. It's raining. The coolness of the rain drives Luo Xiaojing away from sleep. She holds her head in her hands and runs to the direction of the western style house in a hurry.

As she ran, she complained: "it's really hard to work overtime."

Voice just fell, the original rain suddenly turned into a heavy rain, even more exaggerated sounded a dull thunder.

Luo Xiaojing shivered: "is that ok? How much money did God give you, you took up his side, and I make complaints about overtime.

Looking up at the sky, Luo Xiaojing couldn't open his eyes because of the rain.

"Don't take such a bully!"

"Luo Xiaojing!"

Her low roar and another male voice sounded at the same time. Looking for the voice, in the rain, a tall figure came towards her with an umbrella.

God?

In the misty rain, Leng Yu's white shirt is very bright in the dark night. His cool breath seems to be integrated with the cold rain. His slender fingers hold the umbrella bone, and his eyebrows are stained with silk.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and Leng Yu's eager steps are a little messy, but it doesn't affect his brilliance. He is like a man walking out of a landscape painting, and everything around him becomes his foil.

In the heavy rain, Luo Xiaojing heard the thumping sound in his chest.

That's The sound of heart beating.

"Luo Xiaojing, come here."

Before Leng Yuren arrived, his umbrella had covered Luo Xiaojing's head.

"Fool, don't you know how to hide from the rain?" With the voice of blame and heartache, Leng Yu embraces Luo Xiaojing's shoulder and brings her cool body to his arms. "I'll catch a cold."

"Sneeze!"

Luo Xiaojing sneezed as soon as his voice fell.

Rubbing her nose, she looked up at Lengyu with a cold face: "it's so late, boss, why don't you rest?"

After asking, she realized that the burned God should be in the hospital.

"Are you discharged? How did you get out of the hospital? I'll take you back to the hospital now. "

Luo Xiaojing's repeated bombing made Leng Yu's dark face look like the dark cloud above his head.

She didn't come back, he can't rest, she was almost drowned, still ready to send him back to the hospital?

"I was discharged in the afternoon." Leng Yu picked the question he wanted to answer, then threw out the question he wanted to ask, "why is the mobile phone off?"

Shoulder is cold Royal embrace, Luo Xiaojing hard out of the mobile phone, press a few keys, red cold Royal Yi Yi small white teeth: "no electricity, automatic shutdown."

With so many olive stones to choose from, she doesn't care about her mobile phone.

"Well, go back."The anxiety of a night returns to calm, Luo Xiaojing doesn't know, can't get through her mobile phone of Leng Yu almost a little anxious crazy.

Unable to get in touch with Luo Xiaojing, Su Han's mobile phone keeps reminding him that he can't get through for the time being. When he calls Shen Congna, he replies that the two of them have already left. He suspects that Luo Xiaojing may ask Su han to put her in the original cabin or Su Yuena, so he sends a driver to wait, but he doesn't see Luo Xiaojing.

He really had no choice but to ask the security guard of Nanyuan to open the monitoring and stare at the door. When he received a call from the security guard telling him that a girl got off the taxi, like Luo Xiaojing, he came out with an umbrella without thinking about it.

Make sure that it's really her who is standing in the stupid rain. Leng Yu's nerves are completely loose after a night's hard work.

Just a minute ago, he thought that if he couldn't do it, he would have to call the police.

The big hand that embraces her shoulder is tight, the other hand holds an umbrella he, tilt the umbrella toward Luo Xiaojing.

Through the door into the living room, Leng Yu rushed to get dry towel.

Luo Xiaojing was in a trance for a moment when she wiped the towel on her wet hair.

His movements are extremely gentle, like caring for his precious jewels and stones. The warmth between his fingers, with a magic power, seeps into her texture through the dry towel and reaches her heart lake.

Breathing suddenly into a mess, Luo Xiaojing grabbed the dry towel in his hand and stood aside: "I'll do it myself."

"Take a hot shower right away and go downstairs."

"Well."

Tired and tired, and drenched by the heavy rain, Luo Xiaojing just wants to take a bath and get into bed, but she doesn't dare to listen to God's words.

When she changed her wet clothes and took a shower, she smelled ginger all over the room.

Into the kitchen, open the gas sitting steaming ginger soup.

"Just wait a little longer. Drink a bowl to dispel the cold, and you won't catch a cold."

It's not true that Dashen cooked ginger soup for her.

But