Madam Dihao is not good

He glanced at him, nodded, turned around and left, and went back to his bedroom.

Where he left, there was a small puddle of water immediately.

Chanel frowned, seeing two servants cleaning nearby, she got up and left the study, and entered her bedroom.

The rain outside the window seemed to be getting heavier.

Chanel was in a restless mood, walked to the window, opened the window, and stretched out her hand to catch the cold and crystal clear rain. [

It was raining heavily, and there was a white mist between the sky and the ground.

Under the rain curtain, Chanel saw Su Shijie's car being dragged back to the yard by a black car.

She raised her eyebrows strangely. Didn't Su Shijie come back? Why is the car still outside?

Just then, a hand reached out and pulled the window shut.

Su Shijie did not know when he stood behind her, put his arms around her, leaned his chin gently on her shoulder and said:

"When I drove to the gate of the community, the car ran out of gas, so I called someone to drag it over."

"You walked back?" Chanel was speechless.

"Yeah." He rubbed her hair, "I saw that the road was not far away, so I walked back."

"Neuropathy."

Chanel coldly took his hand away, walked to the computer desk, sat down, and didn't even look at him.

Su Shijie leaned against the window, looking at her with silent eyes.

In fact, he couldn't wait for a moment, and would rather rush back in the heavy rain, and see her earlier

Chanel's tone on the phone warmed his heart, and an urgent desire to see her rose in his heart.

However, now that he is back, Chanel's attitude makes him feel cold.

The joy that she took the initiative to call and care about him gradually receded...

Thinking back on that phone call, he began to understand who she cared about!

"Young master, this is ginger tea, you should drink more, so as not to catch the cold." Aunt Li walked in and brought him the tea.

Su Shijie's face was cloudy and uncertain, so he didn't pick it up and asked her to put the tea on the table.

After Aunt Li left, Su Shijie pulled up a chair and sat beside Chanel. [

He first poured Chanel a glass and handed it to her.

Chanel clicked the mouse without glancing at it: "As I said, I don't like the smell of ginger."

"I remember you used to like eating ginger." Su Shijie smiled self-deprecatingly, his eyes were cold, "Xin'er, tell me, do you like anything for a long time?"

Chanel didn't speak, he turned her swivel chair