My husband is a traitor

Chapter 280 Rain, Carry Her

On the way back, Jiang Linlang almost couldn't remember how he left the Town God's Temple and how he got down the mountain.

Jiang Meng's words kept echoing in her mind, as well as the grief and hatred on the faces of those former members of the Jiang family who were numb and cold because of this memory.

The last thing that lingers on is the frail figure of Jiang Ying, standing there alone with candied haws outstretched.

Before I knew it, I walked to the street and it was raining.

The first rain after the new year was icy cold, and when the raindrops hit Jiang Linlang's face, she looked a bit dazed.

He raised his head, stretched out his hand, and caught the falling rain, with a cold liquid in the palm of his hand.

Because of the rain, pedestrians on the street hid from the rain one after another, and those who went home went home.

She stood in the middle of the street, letting the rain drenched her whole body, her face blurred, the cold rain fell on her body, it was very cold, she choked up, but did not move.

At some point, an umbrella appeared above his head, a black umbrella.

She looked along the owner of the hand holding the umbrella, and saw Rong Jue, who was still wearing an official uniform, with a cold and tense face, panting slightly.

A strand of hair fell down on his forehead, and the official uniform in front of him looked a little wrinkled. He panted lightly, tightened his lips, and stared at her with deep eyes.

"Don't you know how to hide when it's raining?" He held up the umbrella, his tone was stern and gloomy, but he covered her under the umbrella so that she wouldn't get wet.

Jiang Linlang stared at him blankly, the rain fell down her eyebrows and onto her long eyelashes, like a tear falling down her cheek.She blinked her eyes foolishly, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Rong Jue's skirt, and rushed towards him.

Hugging him, she closed her eyes silently, tears slid down the corners of her eyes, mixed with rainwater, and silently hit the other party's hand holding the umbrella.

The cool liquid splashed on his hand, Rong Jue's body froze for a moment, and he let the woman in his arms who was clearly in a wrong mood hold him.

When he found her at that moment just now, he couldn't even describe his mood at that time: his uneasy heart fell to the ground, and his uneasy emotions relaxed.

Only then did he realize that he was so afraid of losing her, and also so disturbed.

Jiang Linlang leaned against this not wide but very firm chest, clutching the hem of his clothes and clenched his fists against him, with her face pressed against him, hugging him tightly, and hugging him very hard.

She didn't dare to cry out loud, but the sadness and embarrassment in her heart, and the arrangement of fate that made her hard to make a choice, made her physically and mentally exhausted.

"Rong Jue... If I get lost, will you look for me?" After a long time, Jiang Linlang calmed down a bit, pursed her lips, and sucked her nose very lightly, her eyes were washed with water, clear and moving, but there was a little bit of love inside. Confused and tangled.

Hearing this, Rong Jue gently raised his hand, curled his fingers, and tapped her forehead gently, and slightly parted his thin lips——

"If you don't run around, you can't lose it."

Seemingly aware of the embarrassment between the two of them in the middle of the nightfall street, Rong Jue gave a low cough, grabbed Jiang Linlang's shoulders, and held her umbrella to protect her and walked to one side of the eaves.

As the rain gradually became heavier, Jiang Linlang held her aching forehead and asked, "Then what if I lose it?"

She covered her forehead with one hand, turned to face him, raised her head, and stared intently at Rong Jue who put away his umbrella and flicked the rain on one sleeve.

Regarding her inquisitive questioning at this time, Rong Jue just took out his handkerchief, Jiang Linlang thought he was going to wipe the rainwater off his sleeves, but he turned sideways to face her.

Stretching out his hand, holding the handkerchief, he wiped away the water stains on her cheek bit by bit. His face was flat with his unique femininity and indifference, but his tone was soft and helpless.

"I can't lose it." After wiping his face, he wiped her hair again, his tone changed, and his expression became more gloomy, with a faint warning, "If you leave by yourself, you won't look for it. "

If you go by yourself, you won't look for it.

Jiang Linlang's expression changed, she pursed her lips and said nothing, turned around for a while and walked towards the rain screen.

"Then I'll leave now!" It seemed that she said it intentionally in a fit of anger, but in fact, only she knew that what Rong Jue said was true, and she...

It's never up to her to go or stay.

The more Jiang Linlang thought about it, the more sad and aggrieved she became. She raised her hand and wiped the cold liquid on her face that she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears. She was drenched and walked slowly in one direction regardless.

"Ah—" I sprained my foot, stepped on the puddle, and knelt down in the puddle.

She slapped the dirty shoe upper angrily, feeling even more aggrieved.

He pursed his lips tightly, refusing to cry out.

A cool and playful voice sounded from above her head.

"Jiang Linlang, you are so stupid, what can you do if you leave me?"

Rong Jue didn't get together this time, stretched out a white jade flawless hand, looked at the little woman who was sitting on the ground with the puddle of air, twitched the corner of her mouth inaudibly, shook her head and said.

Looking at the hand in front of him, Jiang Linlang stared blankly for a moment, then looked up at him—this Prime Minister Rong who was always neat and meticulous, now his clothes were completely wet, his black hair was wet, and his face was covered with rain.

She was as embarrassed as she was, but those eyes were calm and steady.

She blinked her long eyelashes, and couldn't hold back her tears again.

Stretching out his hand, he handed over the cold and dirty hand, he frowned slightly, but still held it.

"My feet hurt, Rong Jue, my feet hurt." My heart hurt even more.

Hearing Jiang Linlang's coquettish and aggrieved cry, Rong Jue pulled her up, turned around, and slowly squatted down.

"Come up."

Jiang Linlang lowered her eyes slightly, who said the prime minister never bowed?

The one in front of him who was willing to soak her in the rain, was willing to let her be hypocritical and bad-tempered for a while, and squatted to carry her on his back, seemed to be unable to overlap with the cold prime minister at the beginning.

She raised her hand, wiped her eyes, and suddenly smiled, grinning, and climbed up.

Put your arms around each other's neck.

Rong Jue reached out to support Jiang Linlang's knee, stood up, and easily carried her on his back.

"Trouble." He said softly in a cold voice.

Jiang Linlang hugged his neck tightly, shrinking her cold body, and smiled through tears, "Rong Jue, when I get old and ugly and unable to walk, will you still carry me behind your back? ?”

Carrying Jiang Linlang on his back, he walked towards the Prime Minister's Mansion step by step, Rong Jue replied flatly, "I can't walk, there is still a carriage."

If he hadn't been in a hurry to go out, he would have chosen to go home with her on his back.

Jiang Linlang twitched her lips, dissatisfied with this answer.

"Ah, cut—" she rubbed her nose and sneezed, her nose was red.

Hearing the sneezing sound, Rong Jue quickened his pace.

"Look, you obviously care about me very much. You always refuse to say it..." The pain in Jiang Linlang's heart subsided a little, and she lay on his back, her face against his neck, and said softly, " Rong Jue, I won't take the initiative to leave you..."

If I go, it's definitely not my will.

So, if one day I lose it, be sure to find me back.

(End of this chapter)