Both people’s clothes were soaked through, accompanied by the night wind, both feeling somewhat chilly; at this moment, only their breaths were warm, too close, breaths interweaving.
The only warmth only increased the ambiguity; Zhou Yang could not control himself and let his eyes fall on her red lips, that tongue-twisting beauty making him unable to forget.
The rumbling heavy rain continued; he lowered his head, but his thin lips searched for her lips.
Su Hao suddenly turned her head.
The thin lips landed on her cheek, from her hair tips came fragrance; veins bulging on Zhou Yang’s hand back, slender fingertips feeling cold, he exerted strength, closed his eyes.
Finally letting go of Su Hao, he said in a low voice, “I’ll send you back.”
After speaking, he turned and walked into the rain curtain, bent down to pick up the umbrella blown messy and swaying by the wind, then came up, holding the umbrella, looking at her.
Su Hao pulled at the hair at the corner of her lips, the other hand grabbing her clothes, pulling forward to avoid being too close, her gaze met the man’s eyes.
A few seconds later, she moved away.
Very calm, kind, voice very light: “I called a car.”
Zhou Yang said nothing, holding the umbrella, squinting at her.
Su Hao took out her phone, glanced at it.
Because the distance was too short, plus the rainy day, the order had actually been canceled.
Su Hao furrowed her brows.
“What? The order was canceled?” The man’s voice was very low, with a hint of teasing.
Su Hao looked up.
Zhou Yang: “It’s already like this, what are you afraid of? I can’t possibly… get you in the car.”
“Or, you set 110, I take action, you call the police?” His tone carried mockery; Su Hao silently looked at him for a few seconds. The man still stood in the rain curtain, umbrella large, yet he was soaked, not the past confident self, but a bit lonely feeling.
The two people were stuck for a few seconds.
Su Hao pursed her lips, stepped forward, entering the umbrella.
Zhou Yang lowered his eyes to look at her once, then turned.
The two people had a bit of distance between their bodies, but both were under the umbrella, coming to the Porsche car; rain very heavy, hard to see the road ahead, drizzle drumming, shaking the eardrums.
Zhou Yang opened the rear seat door; Su Hao bent to get in. Inside the car, the air conditioning had been on; once inside, goosebumps rose all over, Su Hao touched her arm, and the door slammed. Then Zhou Yang walked around to the driver’s seat, closed the umbrella, glanced at the rearview mirror, casually turned on the heater, and started the car.
There was some music inside the car, but it was already low, plus the rain sound was too loud, I could only vaguely hear some, mixed in the rain, intermittently.
The car was also quiet; both people made no sound; the car quickly arrived at Huahui Community.
At this moment, the late-night food stalls all had rain canopies, still many people eating late-night food, full of life’s hustle and bustle. Su Hao reached to pull the car door, couldn’t open it, she frowned, called: “Zhou Yang.”
“Hmm?” Zhou Yang’s voice was low, softly replied.
Su Hao: “Open the door.”
The man laughed, hand on the steering wheel, turned, raised his brow: “How about, you try calling 110?”
Su Hao was silent.
She just quietly looked at him.
Very gentle.
Zhou Yang’s smile faded some, the recklessness in his eyes softened a bit. He also furrowed his brow; a few seconds later, he reached out, threw the black umbrella into Su Hao’s arms, then pressed the car lock.
Su Hao didn’t even look at the black umbrella.
She pushed the door, walked fully into the rain, facing the rain, walking toward Huahui Community.
“Damn!” Zhou Yang froze; the next second, the man grabbed the umbrella, got out of the car, chased after her, opened the umbrella, shielding her from the rain. Su Hao quickened her pace; the man furrowed his brow, couldn’t help but smirk angrily.
Until reaching the entrance.
Su Hao didn’t look back at all, and walked into the hallway.
Back home, Su Hao quickly took a shower, hot water turned higher, showered comfortably, put on long-sleeve pajamas, went out to dry hair, then went to the kitchen, made ginger soup, drank a big bowl, feeling all organs warmed; Su Hao’s whole heart finally landed.
She leaned against the kitchen wall for a moment, then washed the bowl, turned back to the living room.
The small bag was also soaked; this small bag was bought for her by Liao Yun during a trip to Yunnan, style very simple, but said to be real leather.
Not sure what’s inside now.
Su Hao unzipped it, still a bit nervous, after all, the phone was bought not long ago, inside also lipstick and some small things; after opening.
Seeing inside is neat and tidy.
Su Hao breathed a sigh of relief, took out her phone, wiped it with a tissue.
Looks like this small bag is quite good.
Sat on the sofa for a while, then Su Hao got up to sleep; lying down, turning off a table lamp, lips touching the pillow.
Lightly brushed, feeling a bit strange.
Su Hao frowned.
Snap.
Lamp off, bedroom only left a small wall lamp.
Su Hao turned, lay on her side, closed eyes, and slept.
She rarely dreamed, but this time, once entering dreamland, strange vivid images appeared; first part not clear what dream, second part started clear.
One moment was Zhou Yang in his youth, one moment his current face.
And she was held by him with a thick rope always pulling behind her, she staggered following, seeing a woman come by, another woman leave, never stopping.
Midnight.
Su Hao woke up.
She got up, drank a glass of warm water.
This dream.
Too real.
She laughed softly.
Zhou Yang, this person, just doesn’t seem like someone who can settle down.
Watching the woman’s figure disappear at the stair corner, that slender back showing weakness, yet didn’t even glance back.
Black umbrella covered Zhou Yang’s eyes, he lifted hand, fingertips hooked collar, then turned toward the car.
Men’s tall figure, that expensive shirt and trousers, plus faintly exposed chin, and nearby Porsche.
Appearing in this shabby community, soaked through.
Just a few minutes, became the focus of the late-night diners.
All secretly sighed.
The life of the rich really is more colorful.
The woman’s gaze fell on Zhou Yang.
This body is really good…
Clearly has abs.
Then the car door closed, all others withdrew their gaze.
After getting in the car, Zhou Yang didn’t rush to leave, lit a cigarette, leaned on it; a cigarette burned out, he pinched the butt, removed, glanced at the third-floor window, then started the car, leaving this community.
Su Hao’s resistance is the only hard board he has hit so far.
On the way back to Yiwan Mountain Water, coincidentally met Xu Dian bringing back Meng Ying after attending the red carpet, rain slightly less, two cars, slightly rolled down doors.
Xu Dian adjusted glasses, raised brows: “Where to? Chasing Su Hao?”
Hit the mark.
Zhou Yang smiled: “Guess.”
“Pretty awkward, didn’t expect you’d have this day too.” Xu Dian one hand on the steering wheel, eyes full of amused expectation.
Zhou Yang propped his chin, looked at him a few seconds, both men’s eyes somewhat provocative, silent smoke of war. Then Zhou Yang leisurely pressed the car window.
Window went up, he pressed the accelerator, and drove off.
Back home, Zhou Yang directly went to the bathroom, took a hot shower, casually wiped off water droplets, put on a bathrobe, and walked out.
Casually poured a glass of water, leaned on the bed, picked up a book to flip through.
Read a few pages.
Zhou Yang’s gaze fell on the word [lips], in mind immediately appeared her slightly struggling waist, so soft, warm, he squinted.
Leisurely closed the book.
Picked up the bedside phone, opened the chat box.
Zhou Yang: Slept yet?
Sure enough, no reply. Zhou Yang lowered eyes, looked for a while, then uncovered a quilt, lay down, and just entered dreamland, like falling into that softness.
Unfortunately, no matter how he grabbed it, couldn’t hold it.
Even the gentle black-haired woman shouted at him: “If you come over again, I’ll jump down.”
Jump where?
Looking down, deep below stood a man, face not clear, hand holding a net.
Later half of night, Su Hao slept well, because of the cold, quilt covered tightly; in the morning woke slightly sweating on back, got up to wash, made breakfast, then after eating breakfast went to work.
After raining all night, it finally stopped around four a.m., the ground was wet, Su Hao wore slightly high shoes, and the sidewalk had water. Su Hao could only take a taxi, rushed to the company, met Zeng Zong in the lobby, and quickly greeted: “Good morning, Zeng Zong.”
“Morning, Su Hao.” Zeng Zong smiled, pressed the elevator button, both waiting. Zeng Zong looked at her several times, no makeup, but skin very white, indeed belongs to the type getting more pleasant to look at.
Elevator doors could reflect shadows.
Su Hao endured a few seconds, when Zeng Zong turned again, she turned too, grabbed his gaze directly, softly asked: “Zeng Zong, did I do something wrong?”
Zeng Zong caught the gaze, a bit embarrassed, smiled softly: “Nothing, just think Su Hao, your skin is good.”
“Oh, Zeng Zong also does skincare?”
Elevators came, both followed people in.
Some people watched CFO chatting with new employees, ears perked.
Zeng Zong cleared throat, thought for a moment, to ease embarrassment, replied: “Of course, men need skincare too, or age fast.”
Inside the elevator.
Many heard this and suppressed laughter; Zeng Zong had to feign calm.
Su Hao hesitated, said: “Then next time I’ll share some methods with you?”
Zeng Zong: “…Alright.”
Truly hard to ride the tiger.
Luckily the elevator finally arrived. Both got off, Zeng Zong rubbed brows, thinking it was all Zhou Zong’s fault, never so embarrassed in life.
Entered the office.
Zeng Zong drew curtains, the outside gray sky let light in, and added brightness to the office. Zeng Zong back at desk, first checked emails, then reports, finally opened surveillance, checked Su Hao overtime last night, timeline fast.
Zeng Zong’s fingers froze.
Eyes blankly staring at first-floor lobby surveillance.
Security was very thorough, many cameras, doors near and far, clear images; so Zeng Zong saw usually confident Zhou Zong obviously forcibly kissed Su Hao on steps, then held her against a glass door.
Then the two struggled for a long time, Zhou Zong personally entered the rain to get an umbrella.
Zeng Zong could not believe it, enlarged page, enlarged again.
Oh.
Saw Zhou Zong’s face clearly, really him.
So, Zhou Zong is seizing by force?
Too much.
Then the phone rang, he picked up, eyes still on surveillance.
Scene of Zhou Yang sending Su Hao to the car, man’s broad back, somewhat embarrassed, nervous, a bit desolate?
“Hello, I’m…”
“Zeng Xiao.” Zhou Yang’s low voice came, “Resend last season’s financial report to my email.”
Zeng Zong, stunned, realized, immediately closed surveillance, went to the email page, and peeked a few times: “Zhou Zong, all sent? I sent it last night.”
“Resend.” Man’s voice was very low, somewhat hoarse. Zeng Zong immediately operated; soon the page jumped, and the email was sent successfully.
“Zhou Zong, sent, please check.”
“Mm, received.” Then Zhou Yang mentioned a few details, Zeng Zong replied, and discussed a while about hanging up. Zeng Zong hesitated, looked at minimized surveillance, wanted to say Zhou Zong since she doesn’t like you to force, words at mouth, turned: “Zhou Zong, the wide world has grass, why only love one flower?”
One second later.
That man hung up.
Zeng Zong: “??”
Did I speak wrongly?
I was already subtle.
Author’s note: Tonight before 8:30, one more update, mwah.