The prince's backyard is on fire: the story of dragging the princess and fighting the husband

Chapter 155 I Have No Home, I Only Have Me 9
There are no people on the street, and the shops around are also closed.

She was crawling helplessly on the street alone, in a very desolate situation. At this time, who would come to help her?
She no longer dared to hope anymore.

Suddenly, a luxurious carriage came speeding up, splashing water droplets all over the sky.

When the driver of the carriage saw Wu Mei lying in the water, he quickly pulled his horse's head, and the carriage narrowly passed her.

If it was a little bit higher, Wu Mei would have died under the wheel.

Because Wu Mei got out of the way, the carriage almost hit the wall, and this violent bump alarmed the people in the carriage.

The person in the carriage asked loudly, "What's going on?"

The coachman replied flatly: "A girl fell on the road and almost hit her."

The person in the car said: "Help her into the car, it's raining so hard, don't worry about catching a cold."

With that said, he raised the curtain and walked down holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Sure enough, seeing Wu Mei lying in the water pitifully and helplessly, he helped her up.

With his support, Wu Mei got into the carriage, because she was covered in water, the whole carriage became wet after a while.

A clean towel was handed to her. The man smiled lightly and said, "Dry it first, so as not to catch a cold and cause trouble if you catch a cold."

Wu Mei took it, looked up, couldn't help but startled, isn't the man in front of him the painter?
It seems to be called Luo painter, and I can't help but think of the scene when I saw him in the palace. I didn't expect it to be so fateful, and I was rescued by him today.

Painter Luo said with a smile: "Big beautiful girl, where is your home? Do you want me to take you back?"

Home?Does she have a home?Is there her home here?Are there any relatives of hers?
It seems that there is none, except that she belongs to herself, and everything else has nothing to do with her.

Wu Mei shook her head and said sadly: "I don't have a home, I only have myself."

Artist Luo felt sad when he heard that, the girl in front of her was like pear blossoms with rain, crying very pitifully, and artist Luo's heart suddenly felt sour.

(End of this chapter)