The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

Jiang Ruoli hates rainy days the most. They are wet and sticky. Most importantly, her shoes cannot get wet.

She dialed the phone without thinking and said to the other end in a bossy tone: "Pei Zigui, it's raining, come and pick me up."

The Rolls-Royce was driving on the road, and its tires were splashing water.

The man in the back seat looked out the window, listening to the voice coming from the phone, and couldn't help but slow down his voice:

"Yeah, on the way."

"You're already on your way? Really? Don't lie to me."

Pei Zigui chuckled and said, "Well, isn't it raining? Find a place to hide and don't get wet."

The rain came suddenly and unexpectedly. It was also his fault that he didn't check the weather forecast before going out in the morning and forgot to bring an umbrella for the delicate girl.

"I know. Then hurry up. I'm so bored alone."

Pei Zigui knocked on the car window, signaling Mott to speed up.

"Didn't you go with Miss Shen? Why are you the only one left?"

"It was all because of that Li Yanzhou who interfered. Let me tell you, during lunch..."

Jiang Ruoli on the other end of the phone stood under the eaves, watching the raindrops splashing on the bluestone pavement, creating flowers made of water.

He was still chattering away at Pei Zigui, with a lively expression on his face.

Pei Zigui just listened quietly, occasionally asking a few questions in a low voice, and the two chatted all the way.

With his company, Jiang Ruoli didn't seem so bored anymore.

The car stopped at the entrance of the mountain, and Mott opened the back door holding a large black umbrella.

"Boss Pei, umbrella."

Pei Zigui lowered his eyes and glanced at the other umbrella on Mott's assistant, his eyes moving slightly.

"Wait for me here."

After saying that, he took the black umbrella held above his head and strode up the stairs, still holding the phone in his other hand.

Assistant Mott behind him was almost soaked to the skin and quickly got back into the car.

"Strange, there are two umbrellas here, but why do you have to squeeze in?"

Hearing the sound of rain coming from the other end of the phone, Jiang Ruoli subconsciously raised his eyebrows: "Are you coming up?"

"Well, where?"

"I'm sitting under the eaves of the Dharma Distribution Center next to the Release Pond."

"okay."

Jiang Ruoli sat on the bamboo chair he had searched out of the small house. Water dripped from the eaves. Looking from afar, the mountains were hazy, like an ink painting.

She was swinging her legs in a good mood and couldn't help stretching out her arms to catch the cold rain dripping down the quaint eaves.

One after another, raindrops fell into the palm of my hand, spreading out to form a small pool.

I don’t know what she is happy about, Jiang Ruoli’s eyes are curved and her smile is as beautiful as a flower.

This scene fell into the eyes of the man holding the umbrella, and the love flowing between his brows was greater than the rain in the sky.

Glancing at the woman's sleeves that had been accidentally wet, Pei Zigui frowned slightly and called out softly, "Jiang Ruoli, put your hands down."

The voice in the receiver overlapped with reality.

Jiang Ruoli looked up and saw a tall man holding a black umbrella walking towards him. Behind him was a misty mountain view.

At that moment, all the scenery suddenly faded, and it seemed that the only thing left in her eyes was Pei Zigui walking towards her.

Jiang Ruoli, who was standing there in a daze, naturally did not obediently retract his arm.

The next second, the palm of the hand was wrapped in warmth, and water droplets fell along the lines on the palm.

Pei Zigui stood in front of the woman, shielding her from the cold wind and raindrops.

The man scolded softly, "Why don't you listen? I told you to hide, but you insisted on playing in the water. How old are you?"

Her palms were cold and wet. If he hadn't come quickly, she would have caught a cold.

Jiang Ruoli stuck out his tongue playfully and turned the tables: "I'm bored waiting for you."

She stood up from the chair, turned her palm over and wiped the remaining water stains on Pei Zigui's suit jacket. The latter stood still and let her ravage the high-end suit worth hundreds of thousands.

Seeing Jiang Ruoli stopped, Pei Zigui took her hand again and said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

"Wait, Yanyan hasn't come back yet."

"She left with Li Yanzhou?"

Jiang Ruoli nodded.

Pei Zigui understood everything, raised his eyebrows and smiled, hugged Jiang Ruoli's shoulders, "Don't worry, Li Yanzhou will send her back."

"and many more."

"What else?"

Jiang Ruoli grabbed the hem of Pei Zigui's clothes, pointed his chin at the high heels on his feet, and said in a crisp voice:

"I bought these new shoes. They can't get wet."

Then, Pei Zigui saw Jiang Ruoli pouting and getting angry:

"You didn't even remind me it was going to rain. If I had known I wouldn't have worn these shoes."

Only Jiang Ruoli has mastered the skill of being unreasonable without making people angry.

The man laughed and continued her words: "What should we do then? Hmm?"

With her eyelashes flickering, Jiang Ruoli smiled and said, "I'll give you a chance to carry me on your back."

"Just memorize it?"

"Well, do you want to recite it or not...ah..."

With a scream, Jiang Ruoli's legs were free and she was easily picked up by the man.

Pei Zigui supported her hips with his arms, facing each other, as if he was holding a child.

"You're wearing a skirt, it's hard to carry."

Pei Zigui held the umbrella with one hand and held the person firmly with the other hand, saying lazily: "Hold me tight, I won't care if you fall."

Jiang Ruoli was so frightened that she hurriedly hugged his neck. She didn't want to fall down, nor did she want to get wet in the rain.

The skin is pressed tightly together, tenderness and hardness embrace each other.

The umbrella covered her head tightly, preventing the young lady from getting wet by the cold rain.

It had rained and the ground in the temple was slippery. Pei Zigui walked particularly slowly and carefully on this section of the road.

Outside the temple, Assistant Mo was enjoying the surround sound in the car. He turned his sight and saw President Pei and his wife walking down from the mountain gate like conjoined twins.

Due to the huge size difference, the woman huddled into a small ball, protected under a black umbrella.

Pei Zigui's suit was half wet, but he seemed not to notice it, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Oh my god, what kind of play are you playing with the young lady?"

Assistant Mott quickly took an umbrella and ran out of the car.

"No problem, go drive."

Assistant Mott, who was rushed back, had no choice but to open the car door and silently turned up the air-conditioning temperature.

Pei Zigui carried the person into the car. The first thing he did was not to take off his coat, but to take a towel and cover Jiang Ruoli's sleeves that had been wet before.

"Do you still dare to play in the water?"

The wet cuffs were indeed uncomfortable, and Jiang Ruoli pursed her lips, knowing that she was in the wrong. Suddenly she thought of something, so she retracted her arm, took out a small red hard box from her bag and threw it over.

"garrulous."

Pei Zigui threw his suit aside, took the box and opened it, revealing a string of small red sandalwood Buddhist beads.

"Give it to me?"

His tone was obviously cheerful.

"Yes, I copied the scriptures specially to ask for it."

As he said this, Jiang Ruoli seriously raised his hand and shook it under Pei Zigui's eyelids.

"My hands are sore from copying."

Pei Zigui chuckled. The young lady's patience might not last long enough to read the Buddhist scriptures twice.

This string of Buddhist beads should have been bought by her at the Buddhist Dharma distribution store just now.

But so what? This was bought specially for me by the heartless Jiang Ruoli.

Pei Zigui casually threw a watch worth millions on the seat, as if it were a worthless piece of plastic.

He held out his hand, his voice hooked as he said softly, "Put it on for me."

Jiang Ruoli put the Buddhist beads on the man's wrist, picked up the watch on the corner of the seat and put it on him again: "This is called stacking, you don't know it, right?"

"Listen to Mrs. Pei."

The man's magnetic and gentle voice came, mixed with a low laugh. Jiang Ruoli felt inexplicably ashamed, and two blushes appeared on his snow-white cheeks.

"Assistant Mote, is the air conditioner turned on too hot?"

"Oh, okay ma'am. If it's hot, you can adjust the temperature later."

"..."

Jiang Ruoli had no choice but to pretend to lower his head and press a few buttons casually.

However, the culprit refused to give in and hugged the man back:

"What did Mrs. Pei ask for me?"