It was raining heavily, and it was still washing and scrubbing the ground, like beads that were constantly zipping.

Yan Xiaolan walked out of the hotel gate with her bag hanging diagonally, and walked alone on the wet street, allowing the rain to wet her long hair.

Gradually, the rain became heavier and heavier, and it became difficult to even open your eyes. Yan Xiaolan narrowed her eyes in a hurry and tried hard to identify the way home.

And this so-called "home" is nothing more than a simple three-bedroom and one-living house rented by her, Liu Qingqing, and another sister named Yingzi in Hangzhou.

Unhindered by the wind and rain, Yan Xiaolan couldn't help but sneeze as she walked.

"Huh--"

After sneezing, a taxi stopped abruptly in front of Yan Xiaolan. Yan Xiaolan looked at the taxi driver with empty eyes, and was confused and heard a very polite question - Miss, do you want to take a taxi?

"No, thank you!" Yan Xiaolan shook her head woodenly, subconsciously thinking of the newly paid salary in the bag. The money was hidden in the rainproof bag under her armpit, and it shouldn't have been wet!

After hearing Yan Xiaolan's polite refusal, the taxi driver looked at her in surprise. Her messy ink hair was soaked by the rain that it was tangled into bunches, with drops of water droplets dripping down; her haggard and pale face had no trace of blood on her face, and her expression was dull like a juvenile prisoner who had just been released from prison; her low pink long skirt was like a bird that had lost its wings in the rain, and she couldn't fly...

"beep--"

Thirty seconds later, the taxi driver stepped on the accelerator without hesitation and drove the taxi away. A black painted tail gas raised at the rear of the car. Smelling the pungent tail gas, Yan Xiaolan was stunned in the rain for a while, and then laughed nervously. The smile was like a blooming sunflower.

...

After walking for a long time, Yan Xiaolan finally returned to her rental house. Standing in front of the cheap rental house, she took out the key and opened the door with pride.

The room was as messy as usual, with beer cans of all sizes and messy snack bags on the floor. On the shabby sofa, Sakurako lay there with a little drunkenness, smiling at Yan Xiaolan, who had been soaked in the rain, and was soaked in the rain.

That face is charming and beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people tremble; that body is weak and weak, like a small boat, drifting with the flow, floating unbridledly on this turbid sea in the world, and may sink at any time.

"Yeah, why did you come back so early? You didn't go to work today?" After thinking for a moment, Sakurazi asked in a speechless manner. You can imagine that she was drunk, but she was actually clear in her heart.

"I'm unemployed." Yan Xiaolan said calmly, as if the unemployed person was not her.

"Oh, it's raining so hard today. Look, you're soaked... Go to the bathroom to take a shower." Sakurako said with concern, not surprised. This is the case in modern society. Unemployment is just a common thing, and there's nothing to make a fuss about.

"Haha, I've been so wet. You actually recognize me. It's really gratifying. The bed bugs (popular) are shocked." Yan Xiaolan changed into slippers every time, threw her bag on the floor, and then said to Sakurako with a smile.

After hearing Yan Xiaolan say this, Yingzi certainly hit her mercilessly: "I said, your image seems to be like this, and it has never been better at all, right?"
Chapter completed!