Chapter 3639

The freshly washed grapes rolled down and scattered on the ground.

"Who the fuck asked you to move my things?!" the young man clenched his left hand tightly, his eyes were red, and his fierce anger rolled in his deep eyes. He was very oppressive and aggressive. He spit out words, and each word seemed to be wiped from the blade. "Who gave you your face?"

Jing Wei didn't expect Chu Xu's reaction to be so big. He was stunned for a moment, his face turned white, and his smile couldn't be maintained.

"Just a few books... You really like them. My aunt bought them back for you."

"What do you think you are? I'm dirty!" Chu Xu sneered. Everyone at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows was dazzling ridicule. The cold disgust in his eyes hit Jing Wei without concealment. His light smile, every word was like a knife, which pierced people's hearts: "even if you enter the hall, you will always be just a third party, isn't it disgusting?"

"You -" Jing Weiqi's body was shaking, "how can you speak like that?! who taught you such words! I'm a third party?! you should ask your father if he volunteered!"

"Is there a difference?" Chu Xu clenched his teeth, repressed the blank rage swept from the depths of his chest, squeezed out from his lips and teeth word by word, "where is the book."

"It's all said to throw it away!" Jing Wei was annoyed and raised the volume: "I've already thrown it in the trash can outside!"

Chu Xu didn't have any intention to have a meaningless argument with Jing Wei here. All his thoughts almost fell into a blank. The young man's anger always destroyed the sky and almost tore his heart. He turned and ran out, his body was stiff, and his steps were hasty and staggering.

At the moment of kicking the door, Chu Xu bumped into the boy who had just returned from the outside.

The man was holding a dark umbrella, with clear and meaningful eyebrows and white shirt, and his breath was also stained with the coolness outside.

Chu Xu didn't look at him this time. His eyes were so red that he didn't even take his umbrella and rushed out.

The boy's eyelashes didn't vibrate for a moment. He stood in the porch and glanced at the scene in the living room. His eyes were dark and cold. After staring at the woman silently, he walked out with a white face and no expression.

"Where are you going?!"

Behind him was a woman's sharp question.

Dyed white ignored it.

The violent rain almost drenched people. Even holding an umbrella could not stop the coolness invading the bone marrow.

The cold wind blows in people's bones like a knife.

When ran Bai was far away, he looked at the young master who had always been arrogant and didn't care about anything. He kicked over the garbage can one by one, regardless of any cleanliness mania. However, those garbage cans probably had just been cleaned up, and there were only a few garbage.

The man staggered and half knelt on the ground, his back stretched into a beautiful bow, trembled slightly, the rain hit him heavily without any shelter, and soon soaked his clothes, showing unspeakable embarrassment.

The young man looked at Chu Xu indifferently, his eyes red and lost his soul.

Rain falls on the face and heart, just like the sudden tsunami, no one knows.

Chu Xu half knelt there and stared at the mess in front of him. The rain blurred his sight. Suddenly, his sadness mixed with the loss of where he had no destination almost drowned him and couldn't breathe.

In a trance,

An umbrella,

Lean towards him.

Covered the heavy rain.

Chu Xu noticed something. His eyelashes trembled. His expressionless side eyes slowly saw the man on his side.

Half kneeling beside him, the boy held an umbrella for him with one hand, and half of his shoulders were exposed in the rain. He looked picturesque and calm.

The two looked at each other in the rain.

Chu Xu's eyes were numb and empty, and there was no temperature. His biting disgust and even hatred was like this heavy rain hitting the boy. The ice three feet was not cold in a day, spanning several years of cold, and heavily reflected in his eyes.

"Bang --!".

The umbrella was pushed away, overturned and fell on the ground, splashing fragmented water, reflecting the broken sky.

"Get out." Chu Xu took back his eyes after roughly opening the umbrella held by the teenager. He didn't see dye white. The words he spit almost wiped the tip of the knife. The tail trembled slightly because of extreme anger. He had a repressed cold disgust. His voice was hoarse and hurt people's bones.

Ranbai listened to the word and didn't move her eyebrows. She knelt on the side of Chu Xu's body, without waves and waves. Her voice melted the cold of the rainy night: "are you so embarrassed by the rain here? Is it useful?"

"I'll let you go!" Chu Xu suddenly grabbed the young man's collar and threw the man aside. The rain splashed all over the body, provoking the two people. His fingers were hard to use, and Sen Leng trembled. When he looked at him, his eyes were red, almost hoarse and sharp resistance. The cold disgust in his eyes was more intense than ever.

Caught off guard by such a fall, the young man staggered for a moment, but his face was always calm. The eyelashes didn't move. The rain fell on him and slipped along the lines of his side face. The white shirt was wet, showing a cold and sharp feeling.

The pain of tumbling and surging in the stomach was intense, dyed white, but even the eyelashes didn't tremble. He looked down at the slender white hand, then stretched out his hand to hold it, closed his five fingers and stared at Chu Xu. His voice was indifferent and low: "your anger can't solve any problems."

"Jing Bai." Chu Xu stared at him and suddenly smiled, becoming more and more ironic. He smiled with a slight tremor on his shoulders, his voice hoarse to the extreme, word by word, and hit his heart with the heavy rain: "who do you think you are?"

"What do you take care of me?" Chu Xu's cold smile, light curved lips and light words: "your mother has been a mistress for several years, hasn't she?"

He pierced each other's heart with the sharpest words and the sharpest knife.

Leave no room.

The rain fell silently in the young man's eyes. The pupils were black without impurities. It was as cold and crisp as a thin layer of glass, deep and dead.

He didn't say a word. He listened to Chu Xu's biting words like a cold observer.

Chu Xu was most annoyed by the boy's appearance without waves and waves. It was like a punch in cotton. There was a sense of anger and powerlessness. When he looked at each other coldly, this feeling became extremely strong.

His chest rolled with the extreme feeling of nausea, and the two people hugged each other outside the mourning hall a few years ago.

That day,

It's raining so hard.

cut from the same cloth

The biting cold penetrated into Chu Xu's bones inch by inch, drilling into the bone seam, and the pain was numb.

In a trance, he seemed to return to that day.

The night was very deep and the rain was falling all the time. The boy stood outside the mourning hall in a white filial piety suit, silently watching them from hugging to kissing, and looking at them emotionally without expression, from beginning to end.