Xia Lang

Why don't you bring an umbrella in such a heavy rain? "Uncle Ma hurriedly turned over a clean towel and handed it to him.

Li Zhaozhuo took it and wiped his hair and face casually.

The middle-aged man wearing glasses in the back seat raised his eyes from the file, his eagle-like eyes paused for a moment on his clothes that were so wet that they couldn't stop dripping, and glanced at his watch, 06:30.

Chongming No. [-] Middle School ends at [-]:[-].

"Why so late today?"

The middle-aged man holding the document was obviously in good condition. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He looked tall and stylish. He exercised regularly at first glance. He didn't look greasy and fat at all.

The long legs are crossed, the hand with the gray watch is clasped on the closed document on the knee, the posture is upright, imposing, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, some are just the calmness and solemnity of a mature man, but the eyebrows are deep, Even if there is no expression at the moment, he is not angry and majestic, and appears harsh.

Of course, I don't want to arrive early, and I will wait for you again then.

Li Zhaozhuo didn't look at him, and replied coldly with the same expressionless face, "It's raining too much."

The answer is specious.

If it's raining heavily, he can call Uncle Ma to pick him up. He can just find a place to hide from the rain, so why bother to come here in the heavy rain?As a result, Uncle Ma made several calls and he didn't answer.

What's more, the Xidan Shopping Center is not far from his school, so it doesn't take so long to walk even in the heavy rain.

I don't know if he doesn't care, but Li Yikang hummed and didn't continue to ask.

"Chongming has been listed as a key development city. Recently, many forces will pour into Chongming, including people from Kyoto. Stay calm and don't cause trouble."

The sky was completely dark, the rain hit the car window urgently and heavily, crackling like fried beans, crystal water droplets meandered on the car window, reflecting the rapidly receding street scene outside, the overlapping of light and shadow was almost enough to remain on the water droplets The phantoms of various light colors are gorgeous and unreal.

Looking at the unpredictable colors and shadows in the clear water droplets, for some reason Li Zhaozhuo suddenly thought of the thin boy with sharp eyes and straight spine in the heavy rain.

The clear black and white eyes are obviously only two simple and clean colors, perhaps soaked in the color of the water in the heavy rain, but the spirit inside is far less than the overlapping of the different lights and shadows on the car window from time to time.

Hearing the warning, Li Zhaozhuo, who tilted his head to look at the car window, responded casually.

As long as others don't mess with him, it's fine. Taking the initiative to pick things up is not as interesting as that nerd.

Next, Li Yikang asked about Li Zhaozhuo's daily life, which was neither painful nor itchy.

When Li Yikang asked, Li Zhaozhuo just popped out a few words and answered briefly.

One-way question, one-way answer, the conversation between the father and son is not as good as the greetings between two strangers, but more like a business report from the superior to the superior.

Uncle Ma, who was driving, sighed in his heart.

He had already worked in the Li family before the young master was born, almost watching the young master grow up.

The young master has always held grudges against the boss because of his wife, and he was like a little hedgehog when he was still young.

Spoofing and blatantly contradicting such things are commonplace, as long as the boss is under the same roof as him, the roof will be full of gunpowder.

When he got older and the exposed thorns were put away, he changed into this indifferent look.

It's not that the boss doesn't care about the only son, it's just that he's too busy, coupled with his introverted temperament, and doesn't know how to get along with children, so their relationship is not as good as that of strangers

Seeing that the white clock on the wall was spinning almost once, and the fried dishes were almost cold, Lin Qiuman, who was on the sofa in the living room, felt a little uneasy when he heard the sound of rain.

She put down the half-knit beige sweater in her hand, walked to the window and looked out, seeing the heavy rain, thinking of her son who hadn't come back yet, she was a little worried.

Lin Ju usually wouldn't come back so late, maybe something happened?

Lin Qiuman dialed his son's number, took the umbrella in one hand, and was about to go out to find him.

When Lin Qiuman was putting on his shoes, he heard the faint ringing of the phone coming from behind the door.

Next is the key in the hole, and the door is opened.

Song Linju opened the door of the house, and the smell of food came to his face with warmth, which dispelled some of the dampness and coldness on his body, and just bumped into his mother who was about to go out to look for him, and the wet clothes were dripping on her feet. on the leather shoes.

"Mom..." he called to her.

Lin Qiuman opened his eyes slightly, surprised that his son was completely soaked in water.

"Lin Ju, why did you get soaked like this? Didn't you bring an umbrella?"

Song Linju pursed his lips, his slightly drooping eyes fell on the drop of water on the upper of the small leather shoe, "I lost the umbrella."

It was actually thrown by him on the way back.

"You child, why don't you call me if you lose it, and let me pick you up."

Lin Qiuman hung up the phone, and put his hand on his son's wet arm, which was cold to the touch.

She rubbed it up and down, feeling a little distressed, and hurriedly dragged him into the room to help him take off his schoolbag.

"Is it cold? Come in, take a hot bath first, and I'll make some ginger soup."

"Okay." Song Linju turned sideways and walked to his room. There was a private bath in his room.

When she got to the door, Lin Qiuman suddenly exclaimed, she walked over quickly, and pulled his sideways arm, "Lin Ju, what's wrong with your hand?"

The scratch from the sneak attack was on the forearm, a slender horizontal wound, not serious, but in the summer of wearing short sleeves, it couldn't be hidden at all.

Song Linju didn't want to hide it either.

On the way back, he not only threw the umbrella away, but also rubbed his injured arm on the cement floor.

The tone was understated, "It rained too much, I accidentally fell and scratched when I came back, just apply some medicine later and it will be fine."

The wound on his hand did look like an abrasion, it wasn't serious, but the abrasion was large and there was still gravel on the wound.

The fabric on the lap is also stained and has rubbing marks.

Lin Qiuman swept across his son's face and other exposed skin without any trace. There were no other scars, as if he had been bullied.

As if she believed it, she patted her son on the shoulder and pushed him into the room, "Go take a shower, it's hot and cold, don't get sick, mom will give you medicine after washing."

"it is good."

Looking at her son's pine-like back, Lin Qiuman's eyes flashed with worry.

This child has seldom worried her since she was a child. She believes that he has the ability to handle things well, but she is afraid that he will push herself too hard and suppress everything by herself.

The door was closed, blocking mother's sight.

After washing away the sticky gritty feeling from his hands, Song Linju picked up a set of white cotton home clothes and went into the bathroom.

Hot water poured down from his head, and while the steam was steaming, Song Linju closed his eyes and let the water hit his face, washing away the chill and fatigue all over his body.

The water flows through the sharp jaw, slightly protruding Adam's apple, straight collarbone, and winds towards the limbs.

It is completely different from the comfortable ironing posts elsewhere, the wound on the arm is like being splashed with chili oil, it is tingling and hot.

Song Linju didn't care, he raised his head slightly, pushed up his forehead hair that was drooping with the water, thinking about what happened just now.

Although he has already threatened the yellow-haired gangster, it seems that he is quite frightened, but there is no guarantee that it is not for the sake of self-protection. We must guard against it. Once Wang Chengyue fails, maybe another wave of people will come. , also have to pay attention.

As for Li Zhaozhuo, the person who made him feel the most dangerous, it seemed that he appeared in the alley simply to watch a show.

He just leaned against the wall and looked at him, his face was calm, not even hostile, but it gave him a feeling that he was being watched by a wild beast.

He is the locked prey, something dangerous is fermenting in the dark, ready to go.

I don't know if these senses of danger come from his cropped hair that is not easy to mess with at first glance, his deep eyebrows and eyes, straight and thin lips, or his tall and strong figure that implies great strength.

After turning off the water, walked to the mirror, and wiped off the hazy water vapor floating on the mirror, Song Linju took a closer look at his figure for the first time.

Due to long-term exercise, every piece of meat is where it should be, not loose, and he has all the muscle lines that should be there, smooth and deep.

He didn't go to the gym to look good. He has exaggerated bulges puffed up like bread. Every muscle of his is lean but implying strength.

Song Linju thought of Li Zhaozhuo at the entrance of the alley in the rain, his drenched white short sleeves became a little transparent, outlining a slim figure, revealing the flesh color below, unavoidably embarrassed, but still like a sharp sword washed with water The momentum remains undiminished.

I am not much shorter than Li Zhaozhuo, but far less oppressive than him.

Song Linju put on short cotton sleeves and covered his muscles, and the person in the mirror was instantly thin and harmless, like a good student with no strength to restrain himself.

Compared with the lazy and rebellious boy in the rain, he is completely different, he is a person from two worlds.

The water scattered into beads and quickly slid down, and the undispelled water vapor in the bathroom diffused onto the mirror again, blurring Song Linju's expression.

He can see that Li Zhaozhuo is not a good person, no matter it is character or family background, so it is better for him to have less contact.

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The author has something to say:

Li Ruxin felt that Song Nengda was interesting, but Song Nengda just wanted to stay away from him, hahahaha this is really a sad thing.

送花

The client, who was considered not to be easily messed with, was only wearing a pair of gray sports cropped trousers, the belt was loosely tied, and the trousers were hanging on the crotch, revealing a sexy and deep mermaid line.

Li Zhaozhuo wiped his cropped hair hastily, and stepped out of the bathroom shirtless. As he walked, his muscles bulged and shrank, and water droplets on his body slid down the smooth and perfect muscles □□guts reluctantly, soaking the waist of his trousers.

He likes the coolness, so he turned on the air-conditioning in the room before entering the bathroom, and now he just came out of the hot shower, and he didn't dry himself off, so he felt a little cold when the cool wind blew.

With a wave of his hand, the hair towel fell on the table, and he grabbed a short towel from the bed.