President Gao Leng's little wife

Xia Yuluo had been working overtime, and Han Tianyi was not in a hurry, and stayed by her side to accompany her.

When she was working, he just looked at her, exactly the same as Chu Yu that day, but compared to that man, she was used to being stared at by him.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" When she was drinking water, she found that the man was staring at her almost unblinkingly. She swallowed the water, but still asked with some doubts.

"Except for me, all men should not look at you." The man opened his beautiful eyes, seeming to be quite distressed: "But I can't really lock you in my arms."

He was so tangled up that his brows were wrinkled together. This small movement added a bit of softness to his usual cold appearance, and what he said in a serious manner made it very touching.

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Noisy and noisy, time passed quickly, Xia Yuluo packed her things, only to find that there was already a drizzle outside, and in the autumn season, there was one autumn rain and one cold.

"It's raining." She leaned against the window, looking at the thin raindrops outside the window, the whole city was shrouded in a hazy realm of misty rain, and a faint white mist seemed to rise from the streets below.

"Let's go, Yuluo." Han Tianyi pulled her away, took off the scarf around his neck and wrapped it around her neck carefully. When he pronounced the words, he intentionally emphasized the word "Yuluo".

With his warm scarf wrapped around her neck, she buried most of her face in it, her heart was so warm, she didn't care about his jokes anymore, and followed him downstairs.

Just after leaving the company's entrance, she found that he had opened a yellow umbrella by himself. She was a little surprised. He had already pulled him by himself and walked into the rain curtain.

"Hey, are you going back?" She was protected by him, and most of the umbrella was tilted to her side. She held the handle of the umbrella and leaned towards him: "Give yourself a little, I'll rain not reach."

He didn't move, just squeezed her hand, but he was not honest, pinching it back and forth, she turned to look at him, and found that he was also looking at her seriously.

"There's something on your bangs. Don't move." His face was already close, and he held her head down. She honestly didn't dare to move, she just wanted to look up, but she couldn't see it.

She froze, and then heard a "pop", an unusually soft touch on her forehead, his face flashed in front of her, and a kiss fell on her nose.

With her eyes still open, he had already kissed her so quickly and made an unusually clear sound, until the man in front of her backed away, she didn't realize it.

There were two suspicious red clouds on her face, the rosiness spread from her cheeks to the corners of her eyes and brows, she stared at the man standing beside her in a daze.

"It's gone now." He said in a low and hoarse voice, the rain pattered on the umbrella, slipped from the edge of the umbrella, dripped to the ground, and splashed clusters of snow-white water.

"..." She didn't know what to say, but she just looked at the smiling man, who held her tightly in one hand, held her umbrella in the other, and led her steadily forward.

In the rain, his tenderness was like an impenetrable net, tightly entangled her in his tenderness, but it was only the way home, but she walked like a long life.

She and him, holding hands, seem to be whiteheads at the end of the road.