The apex pet of the sick lady

Chapter 285 Partial favor (1)

The rain in June is endless.

The torrential rain came without warning, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the ground with crackles, quickly soaking the dry ground, and the rainwater formed a stream and flowed down the slope.

On this dilapidated and uneven street, puddles formed one after another.

There are small old houses on both sides of this street that runs through the old city, and the reddish-brown brick walls have been washed by rain to give them a bright and clean color.

There was a pale white mist in the air, and through the dense rain curtain, two figures with black umbrellas could be vaguely seen walking out of the orphanage.

At the entrance of the orphanage, there was a black luxury car that was incompatible with this place. The rainwater splashed on it and splashed white crystal water droplets, which washed the car black and bright, but it exuded a mysterious and rigorous sense of coldness.

The people walking under the umbrella stopped. In 2 minutes, the rain became heavier and the rain poured in. The thinly dressed boy suddenly shivered from the cold.

Noticing that he stopped, the middle-aged man holding the umbrella for him stopped, turned his head, and sighed.

"Come on, don't delay."

There was a sound that was about to dissipate in the wind.

They were not far from the luxury car at the door, and the man's heavy voice was drowned out by the noisy rain, so small that it was almost inaudible.

The two continued to walk towards the luxury car at the door.

The warm atmosphere inside the car is completely different from the cold outside, with a pleasant smell of rosin lingering, as if separated into two worlds by a car door, and here is quiet and quiet.

There were only two people in the car, a driver and a woman in the back seat.

The woman was wearing a dark coffee-colored professional suit, and a slightly thick coat was casually placed by her side. She was leaning on the back of the chair with her eyes closed, and the hem of the snow-white shirt was pressed into the dark coffee-colored skirt. It has texture and outlines a slender waistline. Even if she is sitting, she can see that her tall and thin figure is very good-looking.

Before the woman opened her eyes, she first raised her hand and pressed her slightly dull temple. The feeling subsided, and Fable slowly opened her eyes. end.

A voice sounded in my mind.

[Doctor, what a coincidence, we just met the general when we first arrived! 】

Fable paused, followed the feeling in his heart to look over, and it happened that a shadow fell in from the car window, it was a black umbrella.

The boy's figure was mostly blocked by the pitch-black umbrella and the middle-aged man beside him.

All he could see was that he was wearing a light blue thin sweater, which had been washed white, and there were even traces of wear on the corners.

The driver in front turned his head slightly and looked over, "Miss San."

Fable looked out the window and said nothing.

The driver paused for two seconds, took an umbrella and pushed the door down, went around to the rear door opposite the car, said a few words to the middle-aged man and the boy, and then opened the rear door.

The middle-aged man was smiling, and his tone seemed flattering, "Thank you little brother, you braved the heavy rain to pick us up, Ah Qi."

The driver was very indifferent, without saying a word, urging the boy to get into the car with his eyes.

After the door was opened, the boy standing opposite the door could see the woman in the car at a glance, and meet her dark eyes.

In just a second, the boy habitually lowered his head to avoid his sight, and his slightly long soft hair covered his eyebrows and eyes.

He looked at the suit jacket on the back seat, and his eyes continued to move down, looking at himself stained with water and mud, and his white sneakers that couldn't be washed off.

His shoulders were wet from the rain, and his thin and cold finger bones were clenched into fists, slightly turning white.

The atmosphere became silent. The dean looked at the young boy's tall but thin back as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind, laughed twice, put the umbrella on his head, and said softly behind him: "Ah Qi, go home Bar."

The boy didn't move. Looking at his shoes, the driver could somewhat guess what was going on in his mind.

The driver didn't have the kindness to comfort others, and urged indifferently: "Young master, get in the car quickly, it will be cold if the wind blows in."

This was obviously because he was afraid of freezing the honorable lady inside. When the dean heard this, he became a little panicked and pushed the young man's back.

The boy staggered a little, and sat in directly, sitting on a corner, his thighs were barely touching the jacket.

The driver also got into the car, and the black car slowly drove away from the dilapidated street and entered the clean asphalt road.

The dean stood at the entrance of the orphanage, waiting for the car to turn around and disappear, then turned back with a sigh.

Ever since he got in the car, the young man has been looking out the window, leaving Fable with a dim profile. He can't see his facial features clearly, but he can see the delicate and stubborn outline.

Naturally, the young man frowned when he realized that this gaze, which had been looking at him from beginning to end, could not be ignored.

Fable withdrew his gaze, his eyebrows were lowered, and his curled eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes.

An open document rests on her lap, and on top of the document lies a cell phone whose clean screen reflects Fable's face.

A head of black mid-length hair was neatly draped, and one side was pinned behind the ears, revealing the cold white ears. She had a beautiful appearance, and the lines of her eyebrows and eyes were a bit cold, and when her face was expressionless, she was even more repulsive. Her thin, peony-like red lips were a bit unsympathetic, and her overall demeanor was very capable.

Looks like the kind of young executive who goes in and out of various international buildings.

The temperature inside the car was very warm. The boy leaned against the back of the chair, holding his arms with both hands, in a self-defensive posture, and soon fell asleep in the peaceful rosin.

Fable also closed his eyes.

...

Country H's family was the top chaebol in the world a hundred years ago, rich and powerful, and there are many businesses in the dark that violate the law in the gray area but can make huge profits.

Before the old man who was in charge of the Yu family passed away, in order to safeguard the century-old foundation, he handed over the Yu family to the second son who is more honest.

After Yu Rongjin, the second son, inherited the Yu family, he had almost wiped out the property of the Yu family in the past few decades.

Now all those invisible industries of Yujia have been cleaned up and turned to the bright side. Yushi Group is also a well-known leading enterprise in the world, and it will not fall down.

But his family style is still violent and domineering, and none of his children is easy to provoke, but Yu Rongjin is lustful and has countless children. People who grow up in such an environment value rights more than friendship.

So that house is now a treacherous and dangerous place.

At this time, the Yu family found an illegitimate child, which caused a small disturbance to the Yu family who only had two young masters and the rest were all female.

Fable was notified shortly to pick up the illegitimate child. She rushed back from the company. She is currently serving as the secretary general of Yushi Group.

Fable opened his eyes, turned to look at the young man beside him, his eyes gradually darkened.

The rain outside has stopped, the dark clouds have dissipated, and the light has become brighter. His head is leaning against the car window, his eyes are lightly closed, his skin is fair and tender, his facial features are delicate and clear, his thick eyelashes are long and curled up, even though his thin red lips are sleeping Still pursing his lips slightly, his whole body exuded an aura of keeping strangers away.

However, this appearance is like a hedgehog with thorns all over his body erected on purpose. These seemingly sharp thorns are actually vulnerable to a blow. If you pull them out, the real boy is fragile and scarred.

(End of this chapter)