Tong en looked up at the sky, and it really began to drizzle.
Not far away, the man got out of the car with an umbrella and came here. Passing by the female colleague just now, she was fascinated by the cold and evil face under the umbrella and couldn't help shouting: "God "The fairies and the beautiful men."
He didn't like to be judged that way.
There's a woman's breath in my ear.
“……”
The green light is on. As she is crossing the sidewalk, Tong en quickly raises her umbrella. She doesn't want the man to bow his head and kiss her lips.
"You're in my way."
Don't care??? She just wanted to remind him.
The man's evil laughter whispered in her ear. He said, "I don't care."
She caught a glimpse of Yu Guang and deliberately lowered her umbrella.
"Zuo Yan, the woman diagonally opposite is my colleague."
Tong en didn't understand him very well. He was dazed on his bright red face and looked at him.
Very down-to-earth? What kind of feeling is it to hold her steadfastly?
He coolly overflow a thin smile, don't have the intention to look at her: "I don't put, hold you so very solid."
The husband is so good, it's also a headache.
Tong en can imagine a group of female colleagues around her joking scene.
This is at the gate of the company. Although it's raining and pedestrians are in a hurry, they may be seen by someone and have to talk about it.
"Ah, you!" She was surprised to hook his neck, firmly hold the umbrella, breathing tight, "put me down."
He vomited out a faint, and then the umbrella came to Tong en's hand. The man bent slightly to take her up.
"I know."
Tong enleng was stunned for a moment, but his steps moved with him. In response, he was wearing Wan Jingting's suit.
"What."
"Well?" He glanced at her and looked at her faintly, "are you in love with this suit?"
He was holding the same umbrella with him, and his waist was tightly held by him. The rain was falling more and more heavily. From a certain direction, accompanied by the wind, Tong en felt that the umbrella was leaning towards him, and then he looked up at him, "your umbrella You can cover it a little bit. The clothes are wet. "
"Nothing."
She laughed and ran over in the rain. It's hard to avoid getting a little bit of rain. There's a little bit of rain on her hair.
Tong en felt his hand caressing his hair, touched it a few times inexplicably, and then said, "it's wet."
The hand holding the umbrella was wrapped by the soft and boneless hand. Zuo Yan was stunned. He withdrew his sight and bowed his head. Under the umbrella, a cool face was reflected in his eyes, and his lips were slightly raised. He focused on her. In just a few seconds, the cruelty in his eyes was gone with the wind and turned to a gentle and compassionate expression.
In the eyes, the essence of the complex cold decision is reflected.
Zuo Yan's face is below zero, very ugly.
The female colleague was surprised again and whispered: "Wan Jingting."
The man hears speech to frown, the side face is angular and distinct.
If the passers-by turns around, he will see such a scene: the handsome man of Wei'an closes his eyes, bows his head and kisses the woman in his arms. Under the black umbrella, the woman's skilful professional clothes hook the man's neck, and her clean makeup looks at the man who kisses him with a kind of bewilderment, innocence and amazement.
On a rainy night, the light from the car lights in the distance is just right, which leads to a fatal aestheticism.
Zuo Yan opened his eyes. The pupil of the picturesque man was full of smiles. His handsome face was filled with a trace of evil smile, which was fascinating.