Sir, I will not marry!

Chapter 42

Inside the Bentley, Shen Lingye was holding the phone in his hand, hesitating whether to call that little girl Jiang Xiaonuan.

At some point outside the window, it started to rain, and the raindrops became bigger and bigger, so Shi Yuan had to turn on the wipers.

Shen Lingye looked at the rain that was falling harder and harder outside, his eyes became deeper and deeper. He flipped the phone back and forth several times, but he refused to open it no matter what.

The car stopped at an intersection, and while waiting for a red light, Shi Yuan was attracted by a little fire on the bus platform outside the car window.

He took a closer look and couldn't help being taken aback.

"Mr. Shen, that... seems to be Miss Jiang."

Shen Lingye glanced in the direction Shi Yuan pointed, and sure enough, it was really that little girl.

She was still wearing that red skirt with Shen Lingfeng's suit on her shoulders.It seemed that she had been drenched by the rain. The little girl's hair and body were all wet. She curled up under the bus platform to hide from the rain. Under the huge advertisement picture, she looked even more petite and pitiful.

However, what attracted the attention of the two people in the car at the moment was not her appearance or anything else, but the fireworks stick in her hand.

For some unknown reason, Jiang Xiaonuan was sitting alone on the bus platform like a drowned rat, setting off fireworks...

Shen Lingye saw that there was a pile of burnt fireworks sticks under her feet. It seemed that they had been set off for a while.

The flickering fireworks illuminated her cheeks, reflecting her still pale face. Her eye sockets were very red, and her two big eyes stared blankly at the fireworks stick in her hand, a bit like a motionless doll.

Shen Lingye frowned, and suddenly said: "Fireworks on a rainy day? Is she stupid because of champagne?"

The light ahead was already green, and the car behind started to honk its horn to urge it to move forward. Shi Yuan hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Mr. Shen?"

Shen Lingye pouted, "Stay aside."

The Bentley turned around at the intersection and stopped quietly opposite the bus stop.

Shen Lingye finally dialed Jiang Xiaonuan's cell phone.

Jiang Xiaonuan set off half of the fireworks, and the bag started to vibrate.

She seemed to react half a beat slower than others, until the phone's ringing almost stopped, before she freed a hand and took out the phone from her bag.

On the screen, three words were displayed: Shen Yasha.

This is the nickname Jiang Xiaonuan gave him after learning Shen Lingye's name during the day.

She stared at the phone screen for another two or three seconds, and then she cut off the phone.

Shen Lingye was in the car across the road. Seeing this scene, he sat up from his chair. He stared at the woman across the road, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn girl, how dare you hang up on me?!"

The phone rang again, Jiang Xiaonuan glanced, it was still Shen Lingye.

This time, she didn't bother to refuse the call, and just let the phone vibrate on her lap.

Five minutes later, Jiang Xiaonuan finished setting off the last firework stick, and the phone on his lap was still ringing like a nerve.

Jiang Xiaonuan squatted down, picked up the burnt firework sticks on the ground, and connected the phone while walking to the trash can.

"Jiang Xiaonuan!"

Before she could speak, someone roared like a storm from the other end of the phone.

Jiang Xiaonuan threw the fireworks sticks and lighters into the trash can, and simply asked, "Why?"

Shen Lingye was about to get out of the car, and then walked over to beat the little girl up.

"Why didn't you answer the phone?"

"Put it in the bag, I didn't hear it." Jiang Xiaonuan lied calmly.

(End of this chapter)