After saying this, he threw Han Zhiwei away, opened the car door and sat in. In Han Zhiwei's unbelievable eyes, the silver-white sports car rushed away in the underground parking lot.

The car quickly drove out of the Yan family villa, and Mo Junhao's blue eyes gently lowered at this time.

That stupid woman never took what he said seriously. If she could be like her idiot sister, even if she believed half of what he said.

But even so, he still couldn't let go of her. Without her here, he even sat there and looked manic.

But when Feifei said that she had turned off her phone, he felt like something was pressing down on him, and inexplicably worried came from the bottom of his heart.

Forced myself not to think about it, but found that I was sitting there, my whole heart seemed manic and uneasy, and I couldn't sit still.

The accelerator was inadvertently heavier, and the silver-white car turned around at this time. In front of the right, the helpless figure that was soaked in the rain suddenly fell into his eyes.

"Zhiqing?"

His heart was locked tightly, and the accelerator was heavier, and his heart hurt again.

Under the tree, the slender figure was penetrated by the rain. She stood in the heavy rain with her hands wrapped around her body, her petite body even trembling.

The rain made her eyes unable to open her eyes, and her thin lips, which were slightly pursed, were frozen and purple.

"Zhiqing!"

A familiar voice broke into Han Zhiqing's ears at this time, causing her body, which was a little numb to freeze for a moment before she could lift her eyes weakly.

Before she could react, she was covered in a warm coat, which shocked her eyes.

Through the rain curtain, I saw Mo Junhao's heartbroken and anxious blue eyes, and was looking at her deeply.

"Mo Junhao?"

Her voice sounded hoarse, and her voice was trembling with obvious trembling.

My body soaked by the rain was terriblely cold. Mo Junhao reached out and took her into his arms, frowned with heartache.

"Yes, it's me. Come on, I'll take you home. Let's go home."

"Need not."

She stubbornly retreated from Mo Junhao's arms. The severe pain from her knees made her bend down subconsciously, and a dull cry of pain came out of her mouth.

"What's wrong?"

Noticed her strangeness, Mo Junhao was startled in his eyes, and he bent down and saw that the purple long skirt had been worn on her knees.

His heart became nervous, and he quickly bent down, stretched out his hand to lift her knees, but she subconsciously hid back.

"Don't touch me!"

She spoke coldly, reached out to take off the clothes she draped on her, threw them on Mo Junhao's hand, gritted her teeth and endured the severe pain on her knees, and turned toward the exit.

As she turned around, her brows frowned with some annoyance.

She didn't expect Mo Junhao to appear at this time. She was a little anxious to leave, and she didn't know whether she was angry, jealous, or really just wanted to get away from Mo Junhao.

Anyway, at this moment, she just wanted to leave.

However, the severe pain from her knees made her unable to walk too fast. After walking a few steps, she was stopped by Mo Junhao.

Seeing him standing in front of her with a dark face, there was anger in his blue eyes, but a little helplessness was faintly revealed.

"Han Zhiqing, do you want to just walk back like this?"

Looking at her cold body, purple lips, and bloodshot knees, Mo Junhao could no longer express his mood in words.

This woman really wants to anger her to death or torture him to death, so she will be willing to do so.

Seeing Han Zhiqing looking up at him at this time, the rain wet her thick eyelashes and slid down her cheeks.

The corners of her lips curled upwards, she gritted her teeth and endured the severe pain on her knees, but the sound in the rain sounded a little ethereal-

"Mo Junhao, you said that you won't care about me anymore."

A simple sentence was filled with endless grievances at this time, without too much competition, just like a child with accusations, but a light sentence hit Mo Junhao's heart hard.

"You said you won't care about me anymore."

She repeated this sentence, and her voice exuded a choking breath in the mixed sound of rain, and her eyes turned red.

Such a choked tone and such a sad expression almost squeezed Mo Junhao's whole heart so that he could not breathe.

He frowned, stretched his long arms out, and hugged Han Zhiqing's trembling body in the rain with heartache, his blue eyes filled with unconcealed apology.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't care about you. How can I ignore you? Sorry..."

He hugged her tightly and let her lean into his arms. Her words were like accusing him of Lingchi, slashing his heart.

"Sorry, Zhiqing, I shouldn't have said that. Sorry..."

The two people hugging each other stood in the heavy rain, letting the rain wet each other's hearts. At least, at this moment, those two hearts were soft.

Han Zhiqing was imprisoned by such a warm embrace. She wanted to push him away, but she greedily nostalgic for his aura that made her familiar.

Listening to his calm and nervous heartbeat, he kept saying sorry to her.

His heartbeat, his voice, and his tenderness made her greedily want more.

He hugged Mo Junhao's waist tightly with his hands. Behind his disguised as being too strong was the aggrieved city wall that collapsed in that instant. He burst into tears in Mo Junhao's arms.

Like a helpless girl, she tried to find someone to tell her grievances.

She buried her head deeply into Mo Junhao's chest, and the crying suppressed the torrential rain.

Feeling her initiative, Mo Junhao's heart became surprised and soft at this moment, and his eyes softened in an instant, and he was full of pampering.

"I have called a taxi..."

She made a soft sound in his arms, and the sound was full of grievances as if he was bullied.

"Then what?"

Mo Junhao hugged her and spoke softly, as if he wanted to chat with her, while gently stroking her long wet hair.

"Then... the phone fell into the water..."

She answered obediently, imagining her expression of speaking was enough to make Mo Junhao want to laugh.

At this time, Han Zhiqing was so cute that she could imagine her appearance.

His eyes were covered with strong doting, and he hugged her tighter, "Follower, it's raining, why don't you go back to find me? What should I do if I get sick after being wet in the rain for so long?"

He lowered his eyebrows and spoke, and in his tone of reproach, he felt more distressed and doting.

His voice could almost melt Han Zhiqing. At this moment, he was in his arms and didn't want to move for a moment.

He just closed his eyes and spoke in his arms, "I don't like there."

She spoke out and answered very directly without any slightest stroke.

Yes, she didn't like it at all, she didn't like to face those disgusting people, and she didn't want to face it... facing his deep affection and love between Han Zhiwei.

At this time, she should push him away. He said that his time should belong to his girlfriend, not her girlfriend's... sister.

But now, she didn't want to push him away at all. She stood in the rain for so long, her legs were sore and her whole body was trembling with cold.

She just wants to find someone to talk to, find someone to let herself rely on for a while, have a good rest, that's all.

Mo Junhao stood in the rain with her hugging her. Listening to her direct answer, a faint smile appeared on the corners of her eyes.

No matter how strong this silly girl is, to put it bluntly, she is just a little woman who needs someone to feel sorry for.

Now, he was already satisfied that she could lean in his arms and talk to him in such a quiet manner.

All the anger and resentment disappeared at this time.

He couldn't get angry with her at all. Since he couldn't let her go, and since such a little patience was not enough for her, then give her more patience.

His destiny, his exclusive woman, and his patience are only blooming for her.

"Okay, if we don't like it, we won't go there."

He let go of her cold body, looked down at her, held her cheeks wet by the rain with both hands, and showed her a touching and doting smile.

"Now I'll take you home first, okay?"

"Um."

Nodding, she rarely obediently did not fuck Mo Junhao.

At this time, Mo Junhao helped him walk into his car, "Be careful, why don't I...I'll hold you."

"Need not."

She avoided Mo Junhao's hand that came out, and her face quickly turned red to her ears because of Mo Junhao's suggestion. However, under the erosion of the rain, it quickly disappeared.

Mo Junhao naturally would not joke with her at this time. He found that this little woman is a black panther who cannot be provoked by her head. Even if she is injured, as long as she annoys her, she will still be twitching at you.

Her injury was just right, and she fell in the rain. No matter how much he wanted to tease her, he would never choose to be at this time.

After getting into Mo Junhao's car, he saw Mo Junhao put his suit on her again and said, "Don't mess with me anymore, cover my clothes and don't catch a cold."

A simple command, but it seemed to have magic, made Han Zhiqing nod in a rare obedient manner with him.

He reached out and pulled Mo Junhao's clothes tightly and sat in this small space with heating, which made her feel safe inexplicably.

At first, the helplessness in the rain gradually disappeared at this time.

Instead of looking at Mo Junhao, she was stunned through the front windshield and staring out of the car window, her eyelashes blinking slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

The delicate side face showed a faint thought. Mo Junhao saw it but did not ask her, but just started the car and drove her away from this luxurious villa area of ​​rich people.

After the white car disappeared around the corner, another figure appeared on the other side, and a cold fire flashed in his eyes full of jealousy.
Chapter completed!