After Yan Liang said these words, the air was silent.
Su Kui was due to the precautions of men and women. She was in ancient times and brought a child. She was a nominally older leftover woman. I don't know how many men who do nothing to stare at her and make mistakes.
Therefore, Su Kui thought for a while and bid farewell.
"Young Master Yan, it's getting late, then... I'll take the child and go first..."
"okay."
Yan Liang is also a person who is not good at communicating with women. The most contacted person in life is his mother at home. Otherwise, even the servants who served by his side were carefully selected, and the servants who worked carefully, few women could approach him.
People who are usually equal to him, when he is his age, the family will certainly arrange for him to share the room for him. However, because of Yan Liang's health, the family dare not push him now, just hope that he can be well.
"Then, goodbye!"
After Su Kui said, he greeted Mr. Mu Nianjun, holding the wooden basin laboriously, and holding Xiao Nianjun with one hand, walking towards the winding path.
It's strange to say that she had just walked a dozen steps away. The sky that was shining with the sun was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the pattering light rain poured down Su Kui from head to toe.
Su Kui wiped the drops of water from his eyes and pursed his lips.
What is this? God was tossing her on purpose! Su Kui narrowed her mouth, a little bit angrily aggrieved.
She has never suffered such a grievance. She has to work since she came here. It doesn't matter if she has a cheap son. She has to do laundry, cooking and housework to make money. Now she does some laundry, and God won't let her feel better.
She buried her head and squeezed Mu Nianjun's little hand to prevent him from slipping, and hurried home with her head down.
But I feel that it comes from the hands, no small struggle.
She paused, bowed her head puzzledly, and looked at Mu Nianjun, "What's the matter, Junjun? It's raining, and I won't go home again. If I get too much rain, I will get sick!"
Mu Nianjun didn't speak, but glanced behind him from time to time.
Su Kui followed his gaze, and was stunned when he saw Yan Liang sitting alone in the rain.
Then he understood what Mu Nianjun meant, and he was a little bit savory.
She had made such a big change, this stinky boy couldn't see it, but after seeing Yan Liangxiao in less than a long time, she was worried about it!
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, the wheelchair is cumbersome, and the March rain is still cool, sticking to the skin through thin clothing, the coolness can penetrate into the bones.
Yan Liang sighed softly, raised his head in joy, letting the cold rain wash his face.
It’s the first time in your life to get caught in the rain. Doesn’t it feel bad? Yan Liang thought.
"Hey… "
Ok? Yan Liang's lips stiffened, and he raised his eyes in the rain. The familiar voice and familiar face are Su Kui who is bound by two sides.
She seems to be the mother of that child
Yan Liang thought for a moment, and finally came up with a title, "Madam, what are you..."
Su Kuizheng, who had gone back and forth, looked impatient, Xiao Nianjun followed her step by step, with a pair of big eyes, curiously probed Su Kui's body, and looked at Yan Liang.
"Hey, my son can't rest assured of his son, and he doesn't know when his servant will pick you up. If he doesn't dislike him, he can go back with me to avoid the rain. My house is there, not far away." Su Kui pointed. To Yan Liang.
This feeling is a bit strange. Yan Liang can't tell what's wrong, but he feels his knees sink before he can say anything wrong...