The rain fell heavier and heavier, pitter-patter, wind and rain combined. The private room door was brushed open, Li Xiu poked her head, playfully called: “Zhou Yang, cousin, come in and play.”
The voice was crisp in the corridor, very clear. And her eyes directly fell on Zhou Yang, just about to pout and speak, then saw the man with his head lowered lift his eyes, half of the cigarette in his mouth gone, eyes deep, that one look, Li Xiu’s pouting mouth stiffened, not a trace of cuteness left.
The woman in front was originally cute and charming, her face bright and attractive, but Zhou Yang lightly moved aside, he took the half cigarette from his mouth, threw it into the ashtray in the trash can, then straightened his body, tone low, casual: “Alright, I’ve also come, early wish you a happy birthday.”
“Have something, leaving first.” After speaking, Zhou Yang casually put the cigarette into his pocket, walked to the elevator.
Li Xiu’s face instantly changed, still maintaining that posture, eyes full of innocence, about to speak. Zhou Yang’s fingertips pressed the elevator, voice low, a few strands of coldness: “Oh, by the way, delete the photos from your Moments for me.”
“Whether we match, I decide.”
Said without any emotion, the elevator door also opened. Zhou Yang walked in, eyes without the previous smile, not hostile, but in this way, it was chilling.
Li Yi looked back at his cousin, then glanced at the nearly closed elevator door, raised eyebrows, then asked Li Xiu: “What did you post in Moments?”
He rarely used Moments.
Li Xiu struggled a bit, finally said nothing, eyes red, flashed back to the private room. The door closed behind. Li Yi thought, still have to check myself?
Before she deleted, quickly check.
He was very curious.
Clicked in, immediately saw the photos Li Xiu posted, and opened one.
Oh, with Zhou Yang.
But Zhou Yang wasn’t that petty, after closing the photo, Li Yi finally saw the problem.
Su Hao’s comment.
Li Yi: “Pfft.”
Su Hao was very busy, the food got cold, and by evening, there were few people. Su Hao even had to hesitate to go to the bathroom. Outside it was raining. She idly glanced outside, suddenly felt a bit lonely, then bored. She looked at her phone a bit, looked at her diary a bit, thoughts felt a little better, though she regretted not bringing the diary home to read. And at this moment, she received Zhou Yang’s WeChat along with several photos, all sent by Li Xiu. She casually opened, saw Li Xiu and Zhou Yang’s selfies, six photos in a row, both in a relatively dim but atmospheric environment, and seemed to be in the corridor.
Zhou Yang looked down at his phone, cigarette in mouth, very casual.
Li Xiu leaned on his side like a little bird, expression very sweet, also very cute.
After sending these photos, Li Xiu also sent a message.
“Su Hao-jie, do you think we match?”
Su Hao looked again at those photos, although not seeing Zhou Yang’s front face, the man’s casual look seemed very compatible with Li Xiu.
She was about to type a reply.
Then I received Liao Yun’s video call. Su Hao hurriedly answered, and they chatted for a while. After exiting, Su Hao forgot this matter. After a while, finished her tasks, stood up, ready to leave, casually clicked into Moments, saw Li Xiu’s post, then remembered she hadn’t replied.
She casually replied in Moments, WeChat reply would be back-and-forth.
Picking up her small bag, Su Hao went to close the window, then noticed the rain was so heavy. She checked the whole office, turned and went downstairs, all the way to the first floor.
The rain curtain was heavy.
City lights enveloped in night, a blur of light, black and dense.
The wind was also strong, Su Hao stood at the door, opened the ride-hailing app, and waited. During this time, Su Hao clicked into WeChat, Zhou Yang’s message still unopened.
Su Hao casually opened and looked.
Zhou Yang: It’s raining, Zeng Zong has umbrellas, remember to take one after work.
Su Hao was stunned. Does Zeng Zong have an umbrella? Would it be taken? She looked back at the elevator and the entire lobby, now only herself left.
Going up and down would be a waste of time, Su Hao hesitated for a long time, finally decided not to go get it. She returned to the phone screen, wanting to reply to Zhou Yang.
Hesitated a bit.
Thought replying would be back-and-forth, might cause him misunderstanding.
This man is easily manipulable.
So, Su Hao put down the phone, looked up outside.
At this moment, a black Porsche drove through the rain curtain, stopping at the building entrance. The car body washed by rain, shiny, like a king.
Su Hao frowned.
Next second, the driver door opened, man’s long legs stepped down, then grabbed a black umbrella to shield, walked up the steps, umbrella slightly tilted, revealing that handsome face inside, in the rain curtain, Zhou Yang’s eyes seemed cold, he stepped forward, voice lazy, piercing through the rain: “Didn’t check WeChat?”
“Or saw it but deliberately pretended not to?” Each word from Zhou Yang struck.
Su Hao moved her lips, saw him standing in the rain, taller than usual, rain splashing on his pants, wetting his shoes.
Su Hao suddenly felt a bit excessive.
She hesitated, wanting to speak.
Zhou Yang tilted the umbrella toward her, then reached out, held Su Hao’s wrist, tugged hard, Su Hao instinctively stepped forward.
Rain brushed her face quickly, she was already standing under the umbrella, rain hitting the umbrella surface.
In her nose, mixed with dry wetness, faint fir scent and faint smoke. Further up, the man’s Adam’s apple, open shirt collar, and faint collarbone.
Su Hao twisted her wrist, wanting to escape.
Zhou Yang snorted coldly above, but didn’t let go, gaze on her eyelashes, nose, lips, black umbrella like a small separate world.
Her scent was always indescribably fresh, Zhou Yang pinched her palm with slight force, next second, the man lowered his head, in this rain-covered moment, blocked her lips.
Drip-drip.
Su Hao didn’t react at all.
He pressed her in, she forced head back, struggled violently, empty hand waving, not knowing what it hit, slap sound.
Next second.
The umbrella fell.
Large raindrops hit her face, Su Hao closed eyes , embarrassed. Zhou Yang was pushed away, he squinted harshly at her, then lifted Su Hao onto his shoulder, went up two steps, pushed Su Hao against the glass door, pressing against her shoulder, suppressed asked in the rain: “Am I not worthy to like you? Huh?”
Su Hao soaked, tightly guarding the small bag, hair stuck to face, showing frail posture.
She looked at Zhou Yang’s shirt clinging to him, the long narrow eyes seemed to see his youthful self, but now eyes were very dark.
Silent for a few seconds.
Su Hao slightly smiled: “Are you worthy?”
She asked gently, but with a hint of chill.
Zhou Yang’s hand clasped her neck, pressed her toward himself, forehead against hers, half a day no words.
Water droplets rolled from his hair, slid down cheek, into collar, unprecedentedly embarrassed.
Author’s note: Half-head cabbage chewing sweet potato shaking legs: your embarrassment has just begun.
[This chapter has 100 red packets. Mwah, next update is still before 18:00 tomorrow.]