Chapter 8 (1/2)

In the open hall, the crystal chandeliers twined like branches, making the room bright and colorful as the day.

Lin Lang leaned against the window to read.

The big raindrops, big as peas, hit the windows with a dull crash. There was heavy rain outside, and the sky was very low. The old housekeeper who loves flowers is worried about the newly transplanted Huang Ditang.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed.

”Young master, young master?”

Outside stood a drenched teenager with his hair in disorder and his pale face, like a homeless vagrant, gloomy, depressed and desperate.

The old man was so distressed that he asked him how he had become so.

But he pursed his lips and kept his eyes fixed on the ground.

I don't know if it's rain or tears.

Until the spread of soft blanket on the floor, someone stepped on a pair of small snow-white feet, accompanied by a slight sigh, so that the young body frozen by the heavy rain gradually warm.

The broad and soft towel covers the young man's head, with a faint fragrance of rose, just like the tender eyes of a girl.

Then came her merciless reprimand.

”Jiang Qiyun, you don't have a brain, do you? If it's raining so hard and it's thunder, won't you find a place to avoid it? ” The girl jabbed his head with a finger.

She may not know, her angry appearance, so bright and moving.

Carefully, he rubbed his hands dry with a towel and slowly reached her body. Fang was in a rage, and did not find his small movements. Later, he became more and more bold. Relying on the advantage of height, he held the petite girl in his arms.

Tight, seamless.

He wanted to do it for a long time.

The curve of Miaoman gradually became clear, especially the chest, like a soft cotton ball.

I can't help but cuddle more tightly.

”You...”

She blushed and tried to push the shameless man away, but he buried his face in her shoulder and neck and began to cry.

So, the high hand, hesitated, could not bear, and finally fell to his back in a placating posture, gently patting, as if to coax the injured child.

”Good...”

In the bedroom, the young man was sleeping quietly. He had a sweet smile on his white face. It seemed that he had dreamt of something happy. He tied a piece of bright red rope on his slender wrist, which was asked for by Lin Lang when he went back to the temple.

Even when I was with the mistress, I didn't take it off.

Lin Lang sits on the edge, her slender fingers gently comb the hair of the young crow green, and her movements are gentle and gentle. This little devil, in order to stay by her side, willingly pulled out the ferocious claws and teeth, and now is more gentle and clever than the newborn cub.

But without sharp weapons, what can you do to protect yourself?

”Good night, cloud and cloud.” She leaned over and burned a shallow kiss on her forehead.

It's a mark of prey.

You can't escape.

The young man's thick and slender eyelashes trembled in panic and continued to pretend to be asleep.

The corner of the mouth is bright.

When Jiang Qiyun came back to Jiang's house, the most happy thing was the old housekeeper. In his eyes, rebellious children seemed to grow up a lot overnight and become mature and sensible.

In the second half of the academic year, Jiang Qiyun entered the key senior high school with the first score in the province, and continued to skip grades. He made an exception to take the college entrance examination. He went to the same university with his stepsister at the age of five years old. His handsome appearance and dazzling achievements made him shine. He was highly sought after by the media and repeatedly mentioned.

Jiang Fu's face is bright, and he no longer pursues the previous matter.

In a twinkling of an eye, Jiang Qiyun's 18th birthday.

Jiang Fu said he would do something for him, but he refused.

He had already chosen someone to celebrate his birthday.

Under the dim street lamp, the boy's back is leaning against the electric pole, the smoke gray woolen scarf embraces the delicate face, and the eyelashes quiver slightly, just like the ink wings of a butterfly. He took a gentle breath and quickly formed a white mist in the cold air.

Long fingers full of uneasy dial through the string of numbers.

The waiting time seems to have passed a century.

”Sister, it's me.”

Before he could be overjoyed, he heard the voice of apology from the other side.

”Well, it's OK. It's really OK. It's important for you to be busy. My classmates will help me celebrate.”

”Well, that's it. Bye.”