Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 497 The Qiu family’s embarrassment (3)
But why are you crazy.

Su Mengchen turned the umbrella, so the two continued to move forward. In summer, the wind and rain were violent. Walking on the road, the phoenix flower was blown to the ground, like a wet blanket. The two of them stepped on it, even though their footsteps were very slow Light, but also made a slight sound, the flooded tapestry sank gently, and then a little water came out, which seemed to be painful and comfortable.

With this person by his side, listening to his heavenly voice resounding in my ears, the whole Hwaseong, which is misty and misty, seems to have a different taste.

Song Wanzhi felt that even after a hundred years, she would still deeply remember this moment.

And at this moment, Song Wanzhi raised his eyes and saw a person standing not far away.

Song Wanzhi didn't expect there to be someone in this weather, and, judging by her figure, it was a young girl.

The girl was wearing black clothes, holding a black umbrella, her hair was full of blue hair without any decoration, and she tied it casually with a wooden hairpin, and she was squatting, holding a small umbrella that was blown down by the wind. Bird, it seemed, didn't know what to do.

Su Mengchen looked at Song Wanzhi: "Go and help her, I'll wait for you here."

Song Wanzhi looked at Su Mengchen, how did he see through his mind at a glance?

So, the two turned to the gazebo next to him. Song Wanzhi looked at Su Mengchen's face and felt that his choice not to appear was very correct. She turned her eyes, but Su Mengchen only slightly hooked the corners of his lips. The umbrella was handed to her: "I'll wait for you here."

"Oh." Song Wanzhi looked at the corners of his exquisite lips, and hurried to catch the umbrella, but in a hurry, she held the man's hand, and she let it go when she was hot. Su Mengchen looked at her, and grabbed it her hands.

Song Wanzhi seemed to have returned to the feeling of being at a loss in the attic again.

However, the man was gentle. He gently pushed the girl's hand away, and then took her hand to hold the umbrella handle: "It's good to hold it like this."

His hand was still in hers, and she was held by him on the handle of the umbrella.

Song Wanzhi could only feel the indescribable warmth coming from his palm, and his slender fingers fell on her hand, as if warm jade was in her hand.

After all, there is only one sentence.

——It’s good to hold it like this.

What is it, how to hold it?
You are in my palm, everything in the world is in your hands.

Just when Song Wanzhi could hardly bear it, Su Mengchen gently let go of his hand, and as soon as he let go, Song Wanzhi hurried out.

After walking out of the gazebo, he exhaled lightly just now, but the place where his hand had been held still seemed to be hot.

Song Wanzhi raised her eyes, and saw that the girl in black had stood up and was standing beside her, her eyes were washed by the rain, and she couldn't see clearly.

Song Wanzhi was about to speak, but saw the girl let go of her hand, and then let the little bird fall into the rain, then turned around and left.

Song Wanzhi frowned, looked at the little bird that fell in the rain, and then walked over.

She picked up the little bird, only to find that the bird's wings were injured, probably when it was blown down by the wind. The bottle, then, sprinkled the powder finely on the bird's wings: "Don't be afraid of the pain."

At this time, the girl in black stopped, turned around and looked coldly: "A bird that can fall from the wind and rain, even if it is rescued, it is useless."

Song Wanzhi smiled and said: "If you fall once, it will stand up once. If you fall the second time, it will stand up again. One day, I will believe that she will never fall again. Besides, you must give this bird Isn't it time for the little bird to grow up? No one is born to be above the wind and rain."

(End of this chapter)