Time and you are my fault

Chewie stayed at Joe's house.

But since the first afternoon when Chu Yi moved in, Zong Yanxiu's car was parked on the street outside.

Chewie's room can be seen just right.

She stayed at home and didn't leave a step, and she turned a blind eye to that car.

After replenishing the card on the mobile phone, I was able to connect with people around me.

Chu Yi missed her child very much. At first, she could make a video call with the confinement wife to see the two little ones, but from the next day, she couldn't contact the confinement wife.

She knew that all of this was because of Zong Yanxiu.

During these three days, Zong Yanxiu didn't call or send her a message.

He just stood quietly downstairs, as if he was certain that she would appear.

In the middle of the night, the wind was strong, and the sound of thunder, lightning and rain gradually became clear.

Chuy lay on the bed, staring at the lightning outside in a daze.

As if driven unconsciously, she opened the balcony door, and the wind and rain filled her face with heavy humidity.

She wrapped her coat tightly, and at a glance, she saw the black car parked quietly under the streetlight.

The rain is fine and dense, and under the dim yellow light, it is densely formed into a light yellow light and shadow like a curtain.

Even though it was far away, the man in the driver's seat seemed to hear her opening the door.

Almost at the same time, he also opened the door and got out of the car.

Without an umbrella, let the rain fall on you.

Chu Yi's eyes hurt, and she tightened her robe with her fingers.

Across the night and the rain, the four eyes met.

Chu Yi felt that her heart was about to be crushed, she pursed her lips and did not move.

He tilted his head up, and the rain fell in his eyes, making him blink non-stop.

When the door was knocked, Chu Yi finally recovered, went back to the room and closed the door.

Qiao Mingshan came in with a sigh, and put two umbrellas at the door, "Why don't you go out and have a look? I've been standing there for several days, but I haven't left. I haven't seen him eat anything."

Chu Yi lowered her eyes to hide the sadness.

Qiao Mingshan sighed, turned and left.

The phone rang suddenly.

Chu Yi picked it up and saw that it was a message from Sheng Jinghuai.

[The first report has been made. 】

When these words came into view, Chu Yi's side face visibly tightened a lot.

Half an hour later, the sound of the rain became louder and louder.

Chu Yi finally reached the door and went downstairs with two umbrellas.

The sound of crackling rain outside the window, mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps, knocked open the door of Qiao's house together.

When the sensor light at the door came on, the man sitting back in the car suddenly looked up, and saw a woman hurriedly approaching him.

Unconcealable surprise burst out of his eyes, and he immediately pushed the door and got out of the car.

He saw that the slippers on her feet had been wet by the rain, and saw the splashed raindrops sticking to her fair calf.

The man's eyes froze, and he wanted to pull her into the car, but when he saw his wet and cold hands, he lowered his arms.

Chuy handed him the umbrella, "Go back."

Before the light in the man's eyes was extinguished, it was extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

He no longer cared how cold his hands were, and grabbed her wrist, "Yiyi!"

"Zong Yanxiu, no matter how much you torture yourself, I won't feel bad." She looked up at him.

The umbrella was held high, covering him too.

Her back was soon drenched by the splashing raindrops, and the coolness spread from her back.

He stared at her stubbornly, his facial features washed by the rain became more sharp, he laughed, and pulled her into his arms, "Don't you feel bad?"

Chuy bit her lip and looked at him calmly.

"Don't you feel sorry for watching me on the balcony in the middle of the night, and coming out to give me an umbrella in the middle of the rain? You also specifically told me that you don't feel sorry for me?"

"Chui, do you know what your behavior is called?"

"Have you ever heard of concealment?"

No matter what he said, Chu Yi always had the same expression, and there was no wave in his eyes.

She imitated his appearance, and smiled slightly, "Zong Yanzu, you're being passionate, have you heard?"

"You have been here for three days, affecting everyone in Qiao's family. The servants talked about me in private, and the elders beat me all the time. I didn't grow up in Qiao's family, and I have to live by the faces of the elders."

"This is my only home in this world."

"I don't have parents, I only have grandparents and uncle, Zong Yanxiu, I don't have my own home anymore."

She didn't say a word, and Zong Yanxiu felt that the little confidence left was gone.

When she said she had no home.

Surprisingly, he found that he was not angry, but distressed.

Even if she would rather not even have a child and leave him, he can't be angry with her.

It's him who is mean, no matter how Chu Yi treats him, he loves her and loves her dearly.

"Yiyi, you can have a home, our home..."

"The home you gave? You don't even have a healthy body, and you can't even promise a possible future. How can you give me a home?"

Chu Yi mockingly looked up at the face that was close at hand.

After saying that, she threw the umbrella in her hand directly, just to break his big hand holding her wrist.

The rain quickly soaked through her thin pajamas.

Zong Yanxiu lowered his eyes, watching her use all her strength to open her fingers one by one.

Until the palm was empty, the rain fell on the warm palm just now, as if he had been hit by a stick, he met her eyes in astonishment.

There was rain or tears on her face.

The eye sockets are red, but the voice is calm and indifferent.

"Don't appear to disturb my life again."

After saying this, she turned and walked towards the door.

Just the moment she turned around, she could no longer control the overflowing emotions.

With the cover of rain, let the tears pour down.

Straightening her back, until she stepped into the door, until she blocked his sight, she finally stopped, bowed her back, squatted on the spot, hugged herself into a ball, and burst into tears.

Chuy didn't know how long it took before she returned to the bedroom.

She didn't turn on the light in the bedroom. After rushing into the room, she came to the balcony immediately.

The car that had been parked under the streetlight for three days had disappeared.

The remaining rainwater slid from his forehead and fell into his eyes.

Two streams of water flowed down her face.

Perhaps only she herself knew whether it was rain or tears.