Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

With the man's appearance, naturally no one would dare to talk to him.

But not everything can always be controlled by a man. For example, Yan Ran is always out of his control, and there is no certainty.

Now, Yan Ran ran away.

Who else could I go to find if I ran out?

It's nothing more than going to find that dog man.

Ren Ci's heart suddenly stung, and then a suffocation rushed straight into his brain, almost disrupting all his sanity.

He barely suppressed his anger and laughed, the smile not reaching his eyes, "Okay, okay, it's really good. Since she wants to go out so much, then she should never come back again!"

The secretary said bravely: "Mr. Ren, the young master..."

"What young master?" Ren Ci slapped the desk, and the documents piled on it shook. Ren Ci's already cold expression suddenly became so heavy that he could almost drip water.

The only fake smile on his lips disappeared, and his whole body was like the coldest and sharpest sword, which hurt people.

"From now on, there will be no young master in the Ren family!"

The secretary was sweating coldly, and he didn't even dare to raise his hand to wipe it off. The pressure on Ren Ci was so strong that he was shocked and turned a little pale.

The young master is finished.

This was the only thought in the secretary's mind.
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The dark clouds all over the sky were pressing down heavily,
The rain hit the leaves mercilessly, making a crackling sound. The water droplets splashed on the ground soiled the trousers and shoes.

The storm came suddenly, and no one was prepared.

It was clear that the sky was clear a second ago, and people walking on the road were running around looking for shelter from the rain.

There was only a tall figure walking in the rain as if he didn't feel anything. The rain hitting the person's face brought a burst of pain, and he was wandering lonely as if he couldn't find it. The sailboat that reached the shore was beaten by the rain.

People passing by would look at this boy in surprise. His behavior was really weird for not finding a place to hide on a rainy day.

The boy seemed oblivious to those gazes, walking like a zombie.

Holding an umbrella, Yan Ran, who finally found the person, took a look and couldn't help but pause for a second when he saw this scene.

After coming back to his senses, he immediately ran towards the figure.

She walked against the current, and there were many people blocking her. She apologized and pushed forward with all her strength.

"Song Wenjing!"

The heavy rain weakened Yan Ran's voice, but the figure in front still paused and stopped without turning around, as if a restraining spell had been cast all over his body.

Among the people coming and going, he was the only one standing upright, as stiff as a statue, and his cold side face was like ice exuding cold air.

The rain hitting the body was blocked by a black umbrella, and the crackling sound resounded in the ears, as if a lone sail drifting in the waves had finally found a harbor.

Her hands were very slender, with snow-white flesh. Holding the black umbrella handle, you could vaguely see the beautiful veins on the back of her hands, which were as perfect as works of art.

The warm, clean breath enveloped him, and the other party's urgent and worried calls penetrated his hearing word by word.

"Song Wenjing, what's wrong with you?"

The boy finally felt the slightest movement, and his eyes trembled slightly. The first thing he saw was a slender snow-white ankle stained with muddy water, and then he slowly moved up, and what he saw was a beautiful and pale picture. The perfect face, the red mole on the tip of her nose is like cinnabar, becoming vivid and bright with her expression.

The amber eyes were like clean glass beads, clearly reflecting his embarrassed appearance at the moment.

His dark eyes were surging, as if a giant beast was about to swallow her up.Looking into his deep eyes, Yan Ran's heart rate was a little abnormal. "Song Wenjing..."

Yan Ran murmured.

The boy was tall and straight, with a pale face and an expressionless face. There was a thick layer of gloom and death between his brows and eyes, and there was a deep darkness under his eyes. Other than that, there was no one else.

With the sound of rain as the background, there seemed to be a gentle sigh.

The boy didn't move, and neither did Yan Ran. He just took a step forward and slowly tilted the umbrella in his hand to cover the top of his head, hiding the wind and rain.

His face was tense, and the dark eyes seemed to be brewing with the stormy waves about to come, and his red eyes were scarlet, not sure if they were stimulated by the rain.

Yan Ran was standing next to him, very close to him, and the warm breath that came out of his words was right next to his ears.

"Song Wenjing, I've been looking for you for a long time."

It seemed like he was feeling grievances and complaining.

What is she wronged?
What's wrong with her?
How did Yan Ran know how long he had been looking for her?
The rain was winding down, and Song Wenjing's eyebrows were moist. His eyes were dark and deep, and there seemed to be turbulent waves under his eyes, but he returned to calm in an instant.

Yan Ran lowered her eyelashes slightly, reached out and held the boy by her side, clenching her fists so tightly that they were shaking.

The gentle force easily opened the fingers that were so hard that their joints turned blue.

Song Wenjing's pupils were dark, covered with a layer of morbid sinisterness. He was like a dull, aging machine. Every movement was like a rusty part. Raindrops slid down his long eyelashes, making him look like Is crying.

Yan Ran held his hand, and her warm and soft breath seemed to soothe the coldness on his body.

Her voice was light and soft, very ethereal and distant.

"Come home with me."

The tall and muscular boy let her lead him obediently.

The two took a taxi back to the apartment together. Yan Ran also tried a little bit on her body, but it was not as serious as Song Wenjing.

Song Wenjing looked like she had been fished out of water.

Opening the door, the living room was dark and cold. It could be seen that no one had been here for several days.

Turn on the light, and the warm yellow light dims softly, making people relax unconsciously.

Yan Ran went in first and walked a few steps. He didn't hear the footsteps behind him and turned his head in confusion.

The boy stood tall and blocked the door, motionless.

Yan Ran sighed softly, turned around and walked back. He took the boy's cold and rough broad hand and pulled him in.

Only then did Song Wenjing agree to come in.

He closed the door and let go of his hand.

As Yan Ran walked, he wanted to go to the closet to find clothes, "You should take a shower first."

After all, if she was so wet, it wouldn't be good if she caught a cold later. Yan Ran was fine, except for a patch of wetness on her shoulders, which was bearable. She walked to the kitchen to finish making the brown sugar ginger water to get rid of the cold, but she didn't pay attention at all. I didn't know when a black shadow walked behind me, but I didn't listen to my words and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

It's almost over!I promise!