He Jiayin felt that if she was not drowned to death by the rain, she would be frightened to death by thunder.
When she heard someone calling her name, she thought it was Mu Zechuan.
"Jiayin, are you Jiayin?" The voice was gentle, familiar but distant: "Don't be afraid, Jiayin, it's me."
He Jiayin slowly let go of his arms, raised his head, and saw the man in front of him clearly: "Brother Jincheng?"
"Why are you squatting here? What happened?" An Jincheng held an umbrella in one hand and helped He Jiayin up with the other.
"I..." She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she felt increasingly dizzy...
"Good news, good news!" An Jincheng picked up the woman who fainted in his arms and got into the car.
In the Maybach, Ado felt that the air in the car was getting colder and colder. He looked at the back seat through the vanity mirror and saw Mu Zechuan's whole body exuding cold murderous intent.
Seeing the silver-gray Bentley drive away, Ado couldn't help but ask: "Master, do you want me to follow you?"
"Go home!" Mu Zechuan's voice sounded like a thousand-year glacier.
A Duo thought he heard wrongly: "But the young mistress..." A Duo wondered, the young master was obviously going to come back to pick up the young mistress. How could he now watch the young mistress get into a stranger's car and drive away?
"I said go home!" Mu Zechuan's voice turned into a roar.
*
He Jiayin opened his eyes and found himself lying in a hotel suite.
She recognized this room as the hotel room where An Jincheng stayed all year round.
She stood up and looked around, and sure enough, she saw the familiar figure beside the floor-to-ceiling window: "Brother Jincheng..."
An Jincheng heard the sound, turned around, and strode to the bed: "Are you awake? How do you feel?"
"How did I..." Her head hurt and she couldn't remember what happened.
"Why are you alone on the bridge? It's raining so heavily..." An Jincheng Jun frowned: "If I hadn't passed by, you would have been alone..."
"Thank you, brother Jincheng."
"Are you still so polite to me?" An Jincheng smiled bitterly.
He Jiayin lowered his head, feeling bitter in his heart.
An Jincheng and her childhood sweetheart, the An family and the He family are also family friends. They have always been a couple that everyone is optimistic about, and they naturally got engaged.
A year ago, something happened to the He family. He Jiayin took the initiative to terminate the engagement with An Jincheng and then married Mu Zechuan.
In this life, she prides herself that she has never done anything to owe anyone anything, except to An Jincheng.
"Good news," An Jincheng Feng narrowed his eyes: "Did Mu Zechuan leave you there?"
"No, it's me..." Thinking of Mu Zechuan, she took off the quilt: "It's time for me to go back."
An Jincheng held her shoulders: "You fainted. I didn't dare to send you to the hospital, so I had to bring you here. I asked a private doctor to come and look at you. He told you to rest well and not move around.
"
Only then did He Jiayin realize that she was wearing dry clothes: "My clothes..."
"You are soaked, how can you wear those clothes?" An Jincheng said, "I asked the hotel waiter to change them for you."
"Then my original clothes..."
"I sent it to you for dry cleaning."
He Jiayin was silent for a while, then looked around: "Are you still staying in the hotel? You and Uncle An..."
Chapter completed!