Prosperity for the rest of your life

Chapter 1393 Wordless Companion [3]

The car didn't respond when it started, and something went wrong. Feng Chenche opened the door and got out of the car to check the car. When he found that it couldn't be repaired now, the furious Feng Chenche kicked the car hard, leaning against the hood of the car. His eyes were indifferent and deep in thought.

The rain didn't slow down at all, it wet Feng Chenche's whole body, and the rain from the head made him feel chilly.

Feng Xing is actually his biological father!

Then during those times in Italy, the time he thought was warm was actually deliberately pretended by Feng Jia wearing a mask that could not see people!Fengxing, how dare he say that he doesn't know his identity?
So what about Qianxi, do you know this?Do you know that he is Fengxing's son?

Qianxi is Fengxing's goddaughter, and it is because of this relationship that he lived in Feng's house for a period of time. Is this really a coincidence?
When Shi Qianxi arrived, she saw Feng Chenche leaning against the front of the hood, standing in the heavy rain, his back looked a little cold and lonely, which made her feel a little distressed.

Shi Qianxi parked the car lightly, and when she saw herself taking off the fluffy slippers she had left on the passenger seat after getting into the car, she pursed her lower lip, took the umbrella from the passenger seat and walked barefoot got out of the car.

Shi Qianxi walked towards Feng Chenche with bare feet, the umbrella above her head made the sound of raindrops dripping, and her toes felt cool in the rain.

Shi Qianxi walked over with an umbrella, and put the umbrella on top of Feng Chenche's head, silent.

Suddenly, the rain did not fall on his head, and a familiar fragrance entered his nostrils. Feng Chenche's brows and eyes moved, and he still maintained his indifferent posture without turning his head.

He knew it was her, only she dared to approach him when he lost his temper, and she was not afraid of anger.

The umbrella is not big, and it is a bit reluctant for the two to fight.Shi Qianxi looked at Feng Chenche who was drenched all over, the rain slid down his cheeks, and silently deflected the umbrella towards Feng Chenche, leaving most of his body uncovered.

After being silently accompanied in the rain for more than half an hour, Shi Qianxi's whole body was soaked, and the coldest thing was her feet soaked in the rain, which was icy cold to the bone.

His kindness to her in those years was replaced by her silent company by his side.

It was probably because her body was trembling a little bit that Feng Chenche felt something from the corner of his eyes, so he slowly turned his head to look at Shi Qianxi.

But in an instant, emotions surged in his eyes, and when he looked at Shi Qianxi he growled: "What are you doing?!"

The late autumn rainy day in City C was very cold, Shi Qianxi came out wearing only a cotton pajamas, but nothing on his feet, the umbrella was all tilted on top of his head, and her body was already soaked.

Shi Qianxi ignored her appearance, pursed her lower lip at Feng Chenche, and said in a low voice: "No one's life is perfect, Feng Chenche, you already have a lot of things, but your life experience is something you can't do. You really don’t have to pay too much attention to your life experience.”

"You know I'm actually popular"

Facing Feng Chenche's sharp eyes, Shi Qianxi hummed and replied in a low voice: "I just found out today."

Feng Chenche was speechless, turned his head to look at the rain curtain ahead, his brows were full of indifference and chill.

"Feng Chenche, are you still going to be defeated by these things? This is really not the Feng Chenche I know. So what if he is really Fengxing's son if he is born without you? Fengchenche, don't forget, not only you A person has a life experience."

Shi Qianxi put the umbrella on top of his head, leaned on the hood with him, and stood side by side, "I lived with my mother in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. I didn't know who my father was until I was 16. Other people There is a father, but Asakawa and I don’t, I don’t know how many times I was teased by my classmates at school.”

　PS: Feng Qian has come to an end. About Chi Sheng and Xi Liangmu, there is no idea, and it is not sure whether to write or not.

　　But what is certain is that I will write Su Jing's story.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)