Ji Changmu placed one hand between him and her, preventing her from touching him.

This move, whether unintentional or intentional, made Qiao Muyuan feel cold. She knew that he didn't want to have anything to do with her, but this was the first time he had done something so explicit.

The little girl moved her lips and stood firm: "Thank you."

"It's best not to be alone outdoors on rainy days." He reminded, holding the wheelchair with both hands, looking up at his assistant, "Go back."

"Why are you here too?" Qiao Muyuan asked.

"There is a project."

After speaking, he turned his head.

The assistant looked at Qiao Muyuan politely: "Miss, stop standing outside, it's raining heavily."

After speaking, the assistant tried to send her into the rough area of ​​the floor, but Qiao Muyuan remained motionless.

She looked at Ji Changmu's still tolerant back and felt something stuck in her throat: "Are you injured? Why are you sitting in a wheelchair? Is your leg injured? Is it serious?"

"Miss, sir, this matter has nothing to do with you." The assistant took the first step to block Ji Changmu's trouble.

"I don't want you to talk, I want him to talk!"

Ji Changmu did not turn around. There was some muddy water on his white shirt, but it still could not hide his graceful demeanor and dignified aura.

He lowered his head and rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, and said in a calm tone, "Car accident."

"Then where do you live now? Why did you come back from New York? Ji Changmu, tell me."

"Ayong, let's go."

"Yes, Mr. Ji."

The assistant no longer paid attention to Qiao Muyuan. He held an umbrella with one hand and pushed Ji Changmu's wheelchair with the other.

The rain fell on Qiao Muyuan's hair and body, forming a stream of water dripping down continuously, but her legs seemed to be filled with lead, very heavy, and she could not move forward no matter what.

Her clothes were quickly soaked, but she was completely unaware. Only her eyes kept looking at the direction in which the man was slowly leaving.

He's alive, he had a car accident, he left New York.

There was no warmth in his cold eyes, they were like strangers who had never met before.

Fireworks also bloomed in the sky. After the splendor, only the endless night was left, swallowing up the day and romance.

And Beijing is the city where they first met.

"Ji Changmu, thank you for saving me last time."

Ji Changmu did not respond.

The wheelchair passed between the blanks, and there was a black Porsche in front of it.

The assistant helped Ji Changmu get into the car, and the driver started the car.

Through the rain curtain, Qiao Muyuan gradually lost sight of his silhouette, like an untouchable illusion, and the rain became an impenetrable barrier.

Qiao Muyuan had been standing in the rain. The cold rain made her very awake, and she clearly told herself that everything was not an illusion.

But he would never know that while he was rescuing her from danger, he was also pulling her into the abyss.

She struggled alone in the heat of the abyss, without salvation.

…

Qiao Muyuan has a cold.

She soaked herself in the bathtub for several days, but she still couldn't resist the influx of sneezes.

Fortunately, I didn’t have a high fever this time, it was just a simple cold.

Tao Wenxing felt extremely distressed: "Miss, I shouldn't have let you go to the construction site on a rainy day last time. It was very humid and desolate. I have to be tougher in the future and I can't spoil you like this anymore."
Chapter completed!