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Grade, it is drizzly. In front of the plaza, under the torrential rain, there was a delicate girl sitting at her desk drawing. Because the Ancients have existed for a very long time so have a long history, the design here is in the traditional style, so ordinary cars can not enter. Rain falling down, deposited on the roof, on the green leaves interrupted. Far away in the rain, people do not have to run like crazy to find rain shelter also go under the trees. There was only one girl, without any umbrella. Y Yen tried his best to walk as fast as he could, but he could not run, because the injured ankle was not completely removed, still very painful. Also can only accept wet. She embraces painting, her figure is a bit cramped. Long hair to the lap soon gets wet, the body goes slowly and gradually, but the rain tends to grow up. Can not continue like that, if not certain will be sick, Moc Yen frowned stopped his foot. She stopped worrying, did not notice the neighbor who ran to the rain that touched her, which was standing unstable, the impact of causing her whole body to fall to the ground. Drawers in the hands fall, white paper is disturbed by the wind blowing away from the sky, falling to the ground again wet. She bitterly bite her lips so pale, her whole body hurt her little force to stand up also no. On the way to the back, but cold as pretending not to see her fall, no one good heart to help out. "Damned!" Low voice cursed one, Moc Yen looked at the rain fell, a little do not understand. She patiently used an arm against her body, trying to move her legs slowly, trying again because her ankle was aching so she lost her pace. Looking at the four sides to the back, in her heart sarcastically: It is true that the heart is easy to change! The raindrops waving on the water, shining a long slender figure. Long elongated fingers, carrying some mature. Yosei was slightly startled, his face cold but straight in her eyes. "Confidential?" She felt amazed. He said nothing, holding the umbrella in her hand to her, then squat down a hand embrace her. Yuto yelled with great amazement to his two eyes, which he hugged gently into his chest, smelling the tea smiles on him. Dung's embrace is not as cold as his human, but very gentle making one feel unwilling to let go. Embarrassed, he ventured into the white Lamborghini by the side of the road, letting her sit comfortably in the chair, then he turned in the rain. Picking up the price dropped on the ground, Dung Lac went to the nearby area and picked up some drawings falling under the awning. White wind, cold face, Dung Lac people spread out a gas discharge. That noble man is so, in the rain instead of her looking for paintings. Jiao Yin was a little lost, through the glass she saw him back. With one eye, Moc Yen felt the situation was familiar, even feeling that they seemed to have met. Open the car door to draw wet to the back, Dung Lac back to the driver's seat. "Why, why are you here?" Y Yen pouted at him. "Passing." "It is accidental!" She appreciated him. He frowned slightly, eyes all noticed she hugged her arm trembling slightly. Moc Yen now wears a white T-shirt, with a light blue lotus on it. But because they fell in the rain, they had all kinds of colors on their clothes. Seeing him begin to untie her seat belt, she immediately understood his intentions. "I'm not cold, it's okay, I do not need you ..." Wanting to say something immediately his movement stopped, warm shoulder on her shoulders, white windbreaker over her. "Well, I did not say that!" She stared at him, mud blocking his hand. "Put on." Naturally speaking, pushing her hand out, Dung tried to accept the windbreaker on her. As if wanting to appeal this authoritarian man, Moc Yen lamented, "It will be dirty!" "I'm washing!" His face was calm, the mouth of Jiao Yunchy jerked, of course she has evaluated him too good. Moving in, her eyes flashed in her eyes. "But I have not washed clothes before, why spoil his clothes?" Y Yen made a nervous look at him. "Really." Loom sighed. Looking at the cold man in front of a little animation, Little Yu Yin continued to repeat, "Yes, I really do not know washing, so ..." "So much more training." Pushing her hand, he decided to take her. Practice? Practice your sister! Who wants to practice to wash clothes for men? Jennifer frowned, pitifully looked at Dung, "Haiz, I really will spoil your clothes." "If you do damage, it will be better." Clapping face to her one, Dung Lac continued to say, "As for today's clothes replaced, Carpentry also washed away, as practice." "Really thank you!" She gritted her teeth, hate can not bite him dead. "No need for flute." Watching the man in front of her eyes laughing gently, why she felt he had just teased her. "Go to the tea garden." The cold sound was heard, the smile on his lips disappearing. She jerked blankly at her, like the one who had treated her close to him. In a blink of an eye, it turns into another person. Dung Lạc, who is he anyway? Moc gia. At the second floor, Moc Cam is watching movies. They were all in the movie, so they did not find anyone sitting next to them who did not see them. In front of the big window, the rubbish looked at the raindrops frowning. He knew that when he came outside, he would not remember carrying the umbrella. This morning, he saw the expression of her emaciated. Not so good, but to the square Tinh Ha drawing scene, now it is raining where she is? Getting to know him about her, Moc Yen will definitely not find shelter for rain. "Brother Department?" Jupiter looked at him standing out in front of the window with his voice lightly called: "Do not you like movies?" She did not hesitate to ask him. "Not." Xinhua laughed, shaking his head, "you look ahead, suddenly something happens you want to go out a little." After saying that, he did not wait for her to respond immediately down the stairs. "Brother Department, where do you want to go?" Jupiter pouted loudly behind his back. Department of Hoan as do not hear, umbrella rush out. Spreading umbrellas black, the Department of plucking go forward. As a child, countless times until the evening she still did not return, he always stood at the door of the large car waiting for her thin figure appeared.