She is afraid of water, and probably also afraid of thunder...

Because of the belief in his heart, he became motivated and began to ask around. Whether it was at the canteen or pedestrians, he would ask questions when meeting people. He desperately searched for Xia Wumo.

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Xia Wumo buried her head deeply between her knees, blocked her ears with her hands, and her body kept shaking.

There was another thunder rumble, and her eyes were filled with darkness. Her ears were filled with deafening thunder, and the thunder struck her again and again like a whip soaked in salt water.

It was as if she had been swallowed into a dark world, and the sound of thunder stimulated her heart again and again.

He started running desperately in the rain, plugging his ears.

The headlights of a golden Ferrari illuminated her trembling body, followed by countless black Ferraris. A foot wearing a leather shoe made in Italy stepped down, and a dress also made in Italy complemented his cold and noble look.

, his hands were in his trouser pockets, his movements were graceful, and a kind of domineering air came from him.

A row of people held umbrellas for him, one by one, a full 10 meters long. They were fixed in place.

The golden soft hair was scattered in front of his forehead, covering one eye. The other eye was as green as agate soaked in spring water, and the dense mist mixed with ice formed a staring gaze in his eyes, revealing the

own pride.

The face is exquisite and beautiful.

Tianlai's voice sounded, with a hint of surprise, "Mo'er...".

She turned her head stiffly, this title...

A man who is cold, proud, noble and elegant, with a beautiful mixed-race face and a gentle mouth.

Feeling like warmth was poured into her heart, she threw herself into his arms and tightly wrapped her arms around his finely dressed waist. She couldn't help but blushing, "Brother Luo Chen...".

Fergas Rochen…

The godfather of the British underworld is cold-blooded and ruthless in his actions.

The methods are elite, forcing people to a dead end, and not doing things according to common sense.

With hundreds of thousands of men under his command, he is the largest ruler of the British underworld. Both the black and white gangs must give in to him when they see him, and no one dares to go beyond him.

Treating women gently but ruthlessly, he never held a woman in his arms for more than a day.

He gently raised Xia Wumo's head, stared at her beautiful face, and said distressedly and tenderly, "What's wrong? Why are you in such a mess!" He felt the coldness of her body, and the expression on her face became cold.

, hugged him into his arms, and shouted, "Ranji, come quickly and get some clothes, I want new ones!" He had a mysophobia.

Ranzhi was a beauty, a cold beauty. She glanced at Xia Wumo in Luo Chen's arms, complex emotions flashed through her eyes, and she obediently took out a new Italian textile coat.

Luo Chen immediately put it on her and asked softly and tenderly, "Go back to my villa, take a shower, and change into clean clothes!"

He coldly threw the car keys to Ranzhi and said, "Drive."

He carried Xia Wumo into the back seat. He was so attentive and considerate that Ranzhi's expression became even colder. He looked at her thoughtfully, lowered his head and started the car without saying a word.

Like the Ferraris at the end of a train, the scene is spectacular and vast.
Chapter completed!