Huhua President

Her feet were so wet that she simply took them off and sat on the railing. The light coming through the glass made her shivering from the cold much warmer.

She stretched out her hand to hook the biggest one, she liked it so much, she folded it off cruelly and held it in her hand, the long hair draped over her shoulders slid from behind to her chest half covering her already thin face.

She lifted the hem of the skirt as much as possible to avoid getting water on the ground, revealing a white calf that swayed back and forth like a lotus root.

"The rose blossoms...after the misty rain...", Chen Fangrui fiddled with the fresh and tender flower petal by petal, humming vaguely.

The rain outside the window was not light but rapid, crackling on the glass and the greenhouse, she walked to the door with bare feet, the splashed raindrops splashed on the floor, Chen Fangrui nestled on the chair, chatting about the hem of the skirt The rain slapped on my legs and feet.

The sound of "cracking" broke the quiet afternoon, and the guards with guns ran towards the main building not far from the greenhouse.

"It's okay, I accidentally broke the glass!" The one who spoke was Lin Zhenhai, who was smoking a cigarette standing on the balcony on the third floor, and there was a pool of glass shards and red wine on the ground.

Chen Fangrui watched the guards disperse, and looked up at the people on the balcony. During the few seconds when his eyes met, he extinguished the cigarette in his hand, turned and went back to the room.

"He is like a shepherd dog, squatting quietly in a corner all the time, but exuding bloody ferocity all over his body." Chen Fangrui added a new impression to this almost stranger.

"Meimei, why are you sitting here? Even your shoes are wet. You should have a fever and cough at night." Mama Lin probably ran out in a hurry after hearing the voice.

"Bring me a pair of shoes for Meimei!" She yelled into the room, knelt down and wiped off the rain on her calves and feet with her clothes.

That night, Chen Fangrui didn't have a fever or cough like Lin's mother said, and the wound on her shoulder that always cracked began to dry and heal after applying Lin Zhenhai's medicine.

A week later, the wound with a thick layer of scab began to itch, and Chen Fangrui tried to do other things to divert her energy from scratching it.

"I'm right again! I'm not going!" It was Gongsun Yingwei's voice, yelling outside the door.

"I didn't ask you to admit your mistake, just treat it as a friend visiting a sick person," Mrs. Deng tried to persuade with a slow tone.

Chen Fangrui walked to the door softly, and leaned on the door to listen, "I'm not friends with her. If I want to go, Sorafi should go by herself. It has nothing to do with me!" Gongsun Yingwei's voice raised an octave.

"We can't have any more feud with the Zhang family. If something happens to Zhang Meimei again, how will our young master find a wife!"...

Chen Fangrui seemed to understand that it was Zhang Meimei who liked Gongsun Yingwei because he was sick, and Mrs. Deng was trying to persuade him to take a look, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Chen Fangrui, who was standing at the door, retreated to a chair near the window and sat down cleverly, and said, "Please come in!"

"The weather is nice today, how about going horseback riding?" She didn't expect it to be Gongsun Yingwei, who was still arguing with Mrs. Deng just now, probably trying to hide herself.

"Okay." Chen Fangrui looked out the window, changed her suggestion and said, "Let's go to the drama, I haven't left the house for a long time."

"I'm going to prepare the car!"

"Wait..." Chen Fangrui stopped Gongsun Yingwei, "The road is not far away, let's go, I just want to take a walk and do some shopping."