After Sheng Bianmo closed the door, he sat at the table and drank tea in silence for a while, then looked sideways at the window. Even though he was inside the inn, he could still hear the rain getting heavier and heavier outside. Voice.
Shengbian Mo clutched the teacup in his hand. After a while, he put down the teacup in his hand, stood up, walked to the window, and gently opened the window.
The cold wind blew in, and the rain splashed in hard...
The rain outside is too heavy.
I can’t see the pedestrians clearly at all…
Brother, I don’t know if she will wait for you outside the city...
What if she... really went...
…
Shengbian Mo stared at the rain outside the window expressionlessly for a long time, and finally opened the door, got into the prepared carriage, and asked the driver to go directly to the outside of the city.
Along the way, Shengbian didn't care about the rain pouring in, so he lifted the curtain of the car window and looked out calmly.
There were very few pedestrians on the road, but not a single figure belonged to Qiao Ran.
After arriving outside the city, the coachman asked him where he was going. Sheng Bian Mo narrowed his eyes and said, "Stop for a while."
He probably didn't give up and looked for it a few more times, but that person was never in his sight.
Then, he slowly lowered the car curtain, lowered his eyes calmly and said to the coachman: "Go back."
There seemed to be a hint of ridicule in his seemingly calm expression.
Not only did Sheng Ling think too much, he also thought too much.
Sheng Bianmo smiled silently and leaned against the couch. How could he forget what kind of person Qiao Ran was.
He is really... a bitch.
As the carriage returned to the city, a gust of wind swept across the carriage and lifted the curtains. Sheng Bianmo just squinted his eyes and glanced casually from the corner of his eye, and saw the oil paper umbrella blown away by the wind from outside the carriage. Flying away not far away, there was someone chasing him. That figure was so familiar that it was dazzlingly familiar.
Shengbian Mo just felt that that moment was very dazzling.
He ordered in a deep voice: "Stop the car."
"Your Highness... The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier. Why don't you go back first?"
Sheng Bianmo's voice suddenly turned cold: "I want you to stop the car!"
The moment the carriage stopped, Sheng Bianmo got out of the car and walked towards the pale white figure without even holding an umbrella. But the next moment, he saw her feet slip and almost fall. Sheng Bianmo Bian Mo's eyes suddenly shrank, and he almost flew over and grabbed her hand.
Joe, who was soaked all over, raised his head in a daze at that moment. His face was covered with rainwater, his eyes were red, and his pale and cold lips were trembling violently. He just stared at the person in front of him in confusion.
She opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but it was too cold, her whole body was shivering, and her teeth were chattering from the cold.
Shengbian Mo just stared at her twice and said coldly: "Get in the car."
…
Qiao Ran was brought into the carriage. She hugged her soaked self tightly while shivering, and sat on the side of the couch with her head lowered, not daring to speak.
Sheng Bianmo, on the other hand, threw the cloak he placed beside the couch to her without saying a word, and coldly ordered: "Take off your coat."
Qiao Ran lowered his head and trembled, not daring to take it off in front of him.
But the next moment I heard Sheng Bianmo add coldly: "If you don't want your condition to worsen."
Qiao Ran subconsciously looked at his belly, but he still didn't dare, so he had to lower his head and take off his coat in front of him, then put on his cloak, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you... Your Highness. …”
(End of chapter)