Today, I struggled to survive in the Shura field again.

Chapter 5 Peonies
Before the car drove away, Assistant Yan took a look in the rearview mirror and saw Song Yushuang angrily knocking down the umbrella in Song Nainai's hand, and then gave Song Nainai a hard push.

It was still raining heavily.

Almost instantly, the little girl was drenched all over, water was dripping from her hanging hair, and Song Nainai's face was pale.

Seeing this, Song Yushuang became even more angry, "Why are you so useless! How could I raise such a useless thing like you!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand high and slapped Song Nainai hard on the face.

A coldness flashed across Song Nainai's eyes. She used her skills to avoid it, but it looked like she was being slapped. Song Nainai made a gesture to fall to the ground. In a panic, she kicked Song Yushuang with one foot "inadvertently". at the ankle.

Song Yushuang was about to hit Song Nainai, her center of gravity was leaning forward, but after being kicked by Song Nainai, she fell straight down.

There happened to be a puddle of water where she fell, and Song Yushuang hurriedly supported it with her hands, but when she heard a "click", she cried out in pain instantly.

A smile flickered across Song Nainai's eyes, and her cat-like round eyes narrowed slightly. Just as she was about to do something, she suddenly heard the tire noise of tires touching the ground approaching.

She tilted her head, her delicate eyebrows and eyes seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of mist, the Maybach stopped in this position again, Song Nainai lowered her head, her face was slightly pale.

Soon, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in front of her eyes.

Going up the straight suit pants, Song Nainai bumped into a pair of dark and obscure pupils.

Seeing the little girl looking up, Fu Tingchuan stretched out his hand towards her.

The left hand has distinct joints, firmly holding a pitch-black umbrella with a silky sheen on the surface, and the handle and shaft are all made of wood.

The handle of the umbrella made of Malacca white rattan is surrounded by a gold-plated nameplate, and the letters BIRGG on the nameplate are particularly conspicuous.

A right hand was handed to Song Nainai, with a string of Buddhist beads on the wrist bone.

Song Nainai's breathing froze for a moment, as if she smelled a faint scent of sandalwood above.

...

Fu Tingchuan had never seen someone so similar to Xie Qinghan.

That night, after the entertainment, he went to the hotel owned by Fu. In the elevator, he saw a thin girl in Manager Wang's arms.

Fu Tingchuan ignored the sudden change in Manager Wang's expression. With a "ding", the elevator door opened. He was about to get out of the elevator when he saw half a familiar side face out of the corner of his eye.

so similar.

Just these three words kept turning in his brain.

Because of this very similar face to Xie Qinghan, Fu Tingchuan had someone stop Manager Wang without hesitation.

Maybe the other party had a guilty conscience, and immediately explained everything after being stopped, Song Nainai was naturally sent into his arms by him flatteringly.

But now, Song Nainai was drenched and sat weakly in the rain. Fu Tingchuan knew that Song Nainai and Xie Qinghan had nothing in common except their looks.

Xie Qinghan is a rich and noble flower in the world, a peony that only the Xie family's heritage can water.

And Song Nainai is a peony, slim and delicate, with an indescribable softness and harmlessness.

Fu Tingchuan frowned.

But soon, he subconsciously put the coat hanging on Song Nainai on, and even reached out to pull her up.

When he realized what he was doing, Fu Tingchuan was slightly taken aback, and the color in his cold eyes became much lighter.

(End of this chapter)