her eternal lucky star

Chapter 571 Whose Owns This Umbrella

An An sighed, turned her eyes away, and was about to turn to the BLUE bar.

But the Tiangong was not beautiful, and the raindrops fell within a few steps.

It's raining again!

It's been raining this summer.

An An wrinkled her little face, and heard the sound of bells and bells coming from the school gate. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, so she had to go back to get the umbrella again.

When she ran into the teaching building, An An's school uniform was a little wet. She ran into the classroom, but the head teacher had already left.

Phew... fortunately.

An An ran to the seat, trying to get the black umbrella that was placed by the table, but there was no shadow of the umbrella.

Where's the umbrella?
An An looked around, and when she looked up, she saw that Qin Zhiyan in the back seat was holding it, caressing the black handle on it with one hand.

"Why are you messing with my things?"

An An puffed up her face angrily, snatched it away, and glared at him.

Qin Zhiyan lowered his eyes, staring intently: "Whose umbrella is it?"

"It has nothing to do with you!" An An said, and was about to leave with her umbrella.

Qin Zhiyan said gloomyly behind him: "The logo on the umbrella is Swaine Adeney Brigg, it is the world's top umbrella, and it has always been the umbrella supplier of the British royal family..."

An An's footsteps stopped.

Qin Zhiyan swept her up and down, his eyes fell on her worn and yellowed white canvas shoes, and he laughed mockingly: "According to your conditions, you can't afford to work for a lifetime, so whose is it?"

"It can't be that you have climbed up with some wealthy son, huh?" Qin Zhiyan looked at her with his lips curled up, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, as if he would get angry if she nodded.

Why did he talk to her in such a questioning tone?
An An didn't forget his prank just now, so she couldn't show him a good face at the moment. She took a deep breath, pulled the umbrella, turned her head, looked at him expressionlessly, and raised her eyebrows: "This is not the same as yours. What does it matter, huh?"

Qin Zhiyan's face suddenly turned ugly.

An An took care of him lazily, took the umbrella and went out.

Sure enough, it was already raining heavily outside.

Along the way, there were quite a few people whose trousers and clothes were soaked, holding the food and drink they had just bought in their hands, and they kept cursing the bad weather as they walked upstairs with heavy steps.

An An went downstairs against the crowd, opened her umbrella and left the school gate.

The heavy rain slammed on the umbrella, and the cold wind kept blowing. An'an clenched the handle tightly, and walked towards the bus stop with her clothes tight.

Pedestrians and vehicles on the road hurried past, causing the sound of splashing water.

An An was walking with her umbrella in hand, a slender and quiet figure flashed out of the corner of her eyes.

An An paused, turned her head, and saw Ye Ziche standing against the wall under the eaves of an American coffee, with his hands in his pockets, his head slightly lowered, and a pair of white earphones hanging on his ears.

He was wearing a white shirt and black school trousers, standing there quietly, like a beautiful painting.

The passers-by who passed by in a hurry couldn't help slowing down, looking at him secretly with nympho looks on their faces.

Ye Ziche?
Shouldn't he still be in class right now? Why is he here?
An An was surprised, he also skipped class?
But, standing here alone, is he waiting for someone?
Wait for the driver to pick him up?

He must have been waiting for a long time.

An'an slightly raised the umbrella and glanced at the rain outside.

It's sure to rain again into the night.

An An squeezed the handle and walked towards him step by step.

"That... are you waiting for the driver to pick you up?"

(End of this chapter)