The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

"Coming this way!! Who is this extremely handsome guy!!!!"

"Suck! These shoulders! These legs! Suit pants and black leather shoes, ahhhh, directional sniping!"

"Behind, that black car behind, did he get off from there just now?"

The girls in the corridor lowered their voices and were excited, their eyes wide open through the rain.

The moment Tang Jiao turned her head, she felt that everything disappeared before her eyes.

The whole world seemed to be colored only by that tall black figure.

The exquisite facial features that she was once so familiar with are like being carved by God again, becoming more profound and three-dimensional, sharp, luxurious and sharp.

The rather wide, dark-black suit made his already superior figure look wider, with wider shoulders and longer legs.

He was holding a long-handled black umbrella, his eyes were deep and deep, and he was slowly walking towards him.

After a few breaths of daze, huge confusion first swept over Tang Jiao.

It's like a person who has been walking alone in the desert for thousands of years and suddenly encounters an oasis. He can't believe it, can't face it, and even suspects that his desire is too crazy, so he has hallucinations.

Like a mirage, it looks tempting but is actually dangerous.

In a panic, Tang Jiao grabbed the umbrella from Ma Tianxi's hand, thanked him, and rushed into the rain in a panic.

"Borrow it, thank you."

"Little beauty, you——"

Ma Tianxi originally thought that Tang Jiao was going to share an umbrella with him, but before he could be happy, the umbrella was gone and he was still there.

"Tang Jiao! Your bag!"

Wan Meimei was completely out of sorts, picked up Tang Jiao's bag and shouted.

Tang Jiao couldn't hear anything.

She held the umbrella handle tightly with both hands, braved the heavy rain, lowered her head, and walked quickly to the side.

I want to go around, I want to hide, I want to go home.

Unexpectedly, the tall figure holding a black umbrella followed her and walked straight over.

When Tang Jiao reacted, the distance between the two was only three steps.

In the rainy sky, black umbrellas and red roses stand opposite each other.

The sound of heavy rain hitting the umbrella was deep and heavy.

A roar like a waterfall sounded in Tang Jiao's ears, and her mind was in chaos.

The rain quickly wet Tang Jiao's white shoes.

Black leather shoes are one step closer, and a large black umbrella covers the front edge of the rose umbrella.

The man's handsome eyebrows and deep eyes, as handsome and cold as a god's face, suddenly evoked a willful and gentle smile, like a god soaked in worldly love.

"Why are you crying."

The voice is deep and mellow, extremely magnetic and penetrating, surpassing all rainstorms and thunders.

In fact, Tang Jiao hasn't cried yet.

However, when this sound penetrated her eardrums clearly, her tear glands became disobedient.

A beautiful girl in a white dress, with a face as white as the moon, hid under an umbrella, hiding in the rumbling thunderstorm, looking at the man and crying silently.

The faint smile on Xiao Jingchuan's face disappeared instantly, and a familiar pain came from his heart. He had experienced it countless times in his midnight dreams.

The long legs took another step forward, and the big black umbrella completely swallowed up the position of the rose umbrella.

The big hand with clear muscles stretched out, grasped the slightly cold Rou Yi, and pulled the slender girl under his umbrella.

A touch of delicate white suddenly plunged into the overwhelming black.

That handful of exaggerated and gorgeous red roses fell into the rain.

"I rely on!!!!"

Wan Meimei, who was still in the corridor, saw this scene and was so excited that she gave someone standing next to her a hammer.

Ma Tianxi, who was heartbroken as he stared at his red rose, cried out in pain.

All eyes are on.

Under a pure black umbrella.

A petite girl in a white dress, with her hands held tightly, stood in front of a tall man in black, completely enveloped by his figure.

White and black.

Delicate and strong.

Extremely different, yet extremely harmonious, as if they were born this way.

The warm hands touched Qinliang's little face, and the fingertips were infinitely tender and touched by the girl's constant tears.

"...Jiaojiao."

His voice was low and hoarse, trembling slightly, almost sighing.

Tang Jiao looked up at him, and his heart, which was still floating in a huge sense of unreality, suddenly started beating excitedly with this sound.

One sound is faster than the other, and the next is heavier.

It seems that I have been waiting for thousands of days and nights.

He said: "Jiaojiao, I'm back."

Xiao Jingchuan is back.

Like a final blow.

Tang Jiao raised his head, his eyelashes blinked in panic, and tears kept rolling down the corners of his eyes.

The watery almond eyes deeply traced every inch of Xiao Jingchuan's face.

Her lips trembled slightly, her throat was tight, and she couldn't say anything.

The person she had longed for suddenly appeared in front of her, and she was captured by a huge surprise, a mixture of grievance and disbelief.

At this moment, she needed, she really needed, a quiet, uninhabited corner to slowly digest these complicated emotions.

"Mr. Xiao."

The sound of wading footsteps was heard from behind. A young man held an umbrella and walked up to the side behind Xiao Jingchuan. He apologized for the interruption and whispered a few words in a low voice.

In the few breaths that were not captured by Xiao Jingchuan's black eyes, Tang Jiao finally regained his five senses.

She raised her eyes and glanced at Xiao Jingchuan's increasingly superior profile, and suddenly reached out and grasped the umbrella handle in his hand.

The five fingers of her little hand rubbed the slender knuckles, and with both hands, she grabbed the umbrella, raised her feet and walked around him, and ran away!

Leaving Xiao Jingchuan suddenly drenched by heavy rain.

Zhang Qi stared blankly at the boss who had his umbrella taken away unceremoniously.

Fortunately, after four years of training, his eyesight was no longer what it used to be. He immediately took a step forward and held the umbrella above Xiao Jingchuan's head.

"Mr. Xiao, here, Miss Tang Jiao...you have to go to the office soon—"

But Xiao Jingchuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed softly.

The lazy and deep voice revealed a joy and indulgence that had never been seen in the past few years.

The raindrops flowed down the hair, down the sculpted face, along the deep jawline, and into the sexy neck.

The young, handsome man with outstanding temperament was smiling indulgently, which was clearly seen by the girls in the corridor, stirring up the spring water in the pond.

Xiao Jingchuan turned around and looked at the girl's pure white skirt fluttering in the rain under the big black umbrella. His eyes were full of deep love and unquenchable thirst.

He smiled hoarsely and said, "Follow her and send her back."

Zhang Qi understood instantly: "Don't worry, boss, Da Hong will always follow you."

After Tang Jiao got off the taxi, he held an umbrella and ran home quickly.

She left her satchel at school, but luckily she kept her phone on her.

She entered the room and leaned against the door as hard as she could, her lips slightly parted, and she gasped for air.

The thin cardigan was a little damp, the hem of the white skirt was also wet, and there was water in the shoes. When he moved around, he felt like he was sailing a boat.

But at this moment, Tang Jiao didn't feel any discomfort.

The rain in early autumn should be very cold, but Tang Jiao felt that his heartbeat was racing and his whole body was extremely hot.

Her eyes were dark and shining, and she lowered her eyes to look at the long-handled black umbrella at her hand, which was dripping with water and had formed a small puddle on the ground.

The red lips gradually rose, then rose again, and finally blossomed into an extremely bright smile.

"Meow!"

Pudding, who had been ignored for a long time, was looking at the giggling Tang Jiao with dissatisfaction.

Tang Jiao turned to look at Pudding, and the smile on his face became even stupider.

She said: "Pudding, your brother is back."

"Meow?"

"Xiao Jingchuan is back."

The blue sapphire-like cat eyes suddenly opened wide, seemingly shocked.

"Meow!!!"

The plush tail swirled and slapped on the ground.

Tang Jiao's voice became clearer and louder: "Yes, it's Xiao Jingchuan who's back."

Pudding's big tail raised and swayed happily in mid-air like a propeller.