Chapter 3501

The rain pattered at night.

The chill deepened.

The originally dark street was lit by the lights of cars and tiled in the distance.

A pale and thin figure, stopped in front of the famous car, stood in the wind and rain, soaked all over, and his expression disappeared in the night. Although he was embarrassed, he still showed a pitiful taste.

The street was silent and there was hardly any sound.

The scene seemed to freeze.

long time,

The door was gently pushed open.

The first thing I saw was the tall and straight legs, which showed some abstinence for no reason. A slender and tall figure came out slowly, and I could see the cold and deep outline in the middle of the night.

He held a black umbrella, isolated from the rain, his eyebrows and eyes were hazy, adding a bit of mystery, and his hand holding the umbrella handle was white and beautiful.

Every move is elegant, like a real aristocrat, a clear and noble childe who comes out of ancient paintings, gentle and noble.

They stood in the rain, not far away.

there is a vast difference between the two.

One person pays attention to the extreme, but the other person is full of embarrassment.

The girl's lip flap moved. She was trembling slightly. She was soaked and trembling. Her voice was inconceivable. It seemed that it would be broken at any time. With a few unwilling begging and expectations, she asked three words pale: "why."

It's raining all the time,

The man's face was hidden in the shadow of the umbrella bone. He couldn't really see it, but he could vaguely distinguish the extremely deep and gentle eyebrows. Standing upright in the wind and rain, he brought a bit of careless coolness in this Xiaoxiao cold night.

"If Miss Song must want an answer..." he seemed to have a very light smile, but it was indifferent. The thin and soft lip flap was slightly lifted, with an unspeakable mockery. His voice was deep, magnetic and exciting, like a lover's whisper. When talking about love words, it was deeply attached to the bone. This is such a good voice, But he did countless bad luck.

The girl's face became paler and paler.

She stepped back in a panic.

Tottering in the wind and rain.

The street was dark, only the lights went out, and the rain fell mercilessly on the ground, rippling in circles, breaking the accumulated water circle and reflecting the gray and broken sky.

Wisps of cold can penetrate into the heart from the gap of human bones.

"I'm sorry." he was polite, standing in the night, careless, always smiling gently and gracefully, and understated three words: "it's too cheap."

The voice fell,

The girl's face was pale in an instant, her body was shaky, and her mood of near despair was overwhelming.

The young man was holding a black umbrella and his mood was always light. He looked down at her from a commanding position. The pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes also had a kind of smile, which seemed indifferent and mocking, but there was no wave of emotion.

Turn around and get on the car gracefully.

Even the back shows the meaning of fickleness and indifference.

It is clear that it is clean and warm, like the moon, but it is ruthless.

The car was gradually out of sight.

In the dark, empty and lonely streets,

She's the only one left.

…

Countless pictures crowded into my mind in an instant, almost burst, blank and chaotic.

Dyed white can clearly feel some extreme unwilling emotion left in the original owner's chest at the moment of consciousness.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

The eyes are sharp.

The scene in front of us,

There were some dim and misty lights, spacious and large boxes, the melody of music echoed in my ears, and a few people sat on the dark red sofa, not many, showing noble spirit.

Ranbai stood at the door of the box, and the dim light hit her without half the temperature.

Countless pictures flashed in front of us intermittently and disorderly.

Finally, in the misty and rainy night, the man was holding an umbrella with peach eyes and a smile.

Warm as jade, unparalleled in the world.

These eight words are not too much to describe.

This is the original owner's own chaotic memory and extremely unwilling strong emotion.

The plot has not been transmitted, so it is even more chaotic in these fragmented memories.

This is probably the box of a high-end club. Looking at the people inside, it's either rich or expensive.

"Miss Song, what are you doing there? Sit down."

One of the young people looked at her sideways and narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed to be identifying who it was. After a pause seemed to be thinking for two seconds, he waved to her lazily. His smile was frivolous and casual. He heard a bit of banter from his tone.

“……”

I don't know anyone.

There is no plot, but dyed white is still very calm.

But there is a moist touch on the cheek. Tears wet the eyelashes and slide down the cheek.

I can't stop crying.

“？！”

Dyed white was surprised.

She reached out and touched her eyes. Sure enough, she touched a hand of tears, and then she was still crying.

Han zhe looked at the girl standing at the door of the box. It was a biting day, but he was wearing a thin and exquisite snow-white dress, outlining his slender waist and limbs, showing a thin and beautiful. He was a girl who looked protective.

The originally clean and beautiful facial features are painted with light makeup. It looks very pure. It looks like a student who has not been deeply involved in the world. The clear eyes half contain tears, the slender eyelashes tremble, the tears set off the transparent pallor of the skin color, and the crying pear blossom brings rain.

It's pathetic.

Unfortunately.

He's seen a lot of such tricks.

Too stereotyped.

Boring.

He looked at it for a few times. Seeing this, he smiled slightly. With some imperceptible interest in ridicule, he bit a cigarette with his thin lips and looked lazily on the sofa. His handsome facial features were fascinating. "What is Miss Song crying for?"

"Good beauty, how annoying this cry is..." distressed.

Before he finished his words, his tone was lazy and joking, like watching a play.

But without warning, I heard a word from the girl's mouth.

"Shit."

"..." Han zhe: ""

Did he hear wrong?

Ranbai really couldn't help but burst out. She had endured the inexplicable things from the garbage lottery to the extreme. When she saw the ghost, she was crying and couldn't stop.

"Host!!" when Feng Luo looked at the plane, he directly heard ranbai's sentence and stressed: "calm down! Let's calm down!"

"People can't collapse!"

Dyed white: "go."

Seal off: "..."

It squatted silently in the corner and drew a circle.

Why does it always hurt.

Not only Han zhe heard it, but others also heard it. They were probably a little surprised and looked up at her one after another.

Dyed white faced and expressionless, walked over directly, took out the paper towel on the table and wiped his tears. Finally, he stopped crying.

"Thank you. I don't want to cry either."

Han zhe was silent for two seconds. Looking at her movements, he suddenly smiled and recalled the corners of his lips: "sit."