Chapter 61

In the dark night, a taxi parked quietly on the side of the road with double flashes. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The heavy rain was like a huge waterfall. It swept across the city from the southeast. There were two figures struggling in the heavy rain. Stepping forward... The driver is an enthusiastic person. As soon as he saw Jiang Huai, he recognized his guest. No matter how rainy it was outside, he picked up the umbrella that was always in the car and rushed into the rain screen.

"Master, thank you." As soon as Jiang Huai got in the car, he thanked the master and took out a tissue, ready to wipe it off for He Yiyun.

"You're welcome, you two little girls, do you have fun in the rain?" After a pause, he looked through the rearview mirror and looked at He Yiyun who was refusing Jiang Huai to wipe for him, "Especially you, If it wasn't for your friend who saw you and picked you up, look at the heavy rain, there's not even a car nearby..." Before the driver could finish his words, he was stopped by Jiang Huai's slightly cold eyes. She thanked the driver for caring about them, but did not want others to accuse He Yiyun.

The driver coughed to hide his embarrassment, pouted, started the car, and continued to drive to Jiang Huai Bao's address.

He Yiyun avoided Jiang Huai's hand that wanted to wipe the rain for himself, and took the tissue from Jiang Huai's hand, "Thank you, I'll do it myself, you can wipe it too." The voice was muffled, with a strong tone nasal.

Jiang Huai looked sideways, and the tip of He Yiyun's nose seemed to be still red. She shrank to one side, lowered her head, and did not speak. At this moment, He Yiyun had completely lost her aura. She was no longer the president of the He family, nor did she speak. He didn't hold his elder status like he used to, as if he had returned to the child He Yishan who went abroad to study and was left alone in the He family many years ago and was lonely.

Jiang Huai's heart softened for a while, and a sense of grief poured into her nose. She sniffed and reached out to help He Yiyun brush away the hair in front of her eyes, but Jiang Huai's hand just touched He Yiyun, He Yiyun dodged like an electric shock, Jiang Huai's hand that stopped in mid-air trembled slightly, then slowly clenched into a fist and retracted it, speechless all the way.

It was stormy and rainy outside, but the inside of the car was silent. The driver turned on the radio silently, so as not to feel sleepy in this environment.

There was an old song playing on the radio at this time, a soft, tactful, lingering, and slightly desolate sound of nature, reverberating in the carriage.

"As time flies by

i only care about you

Willing to infect your breath

Life geometry can get a confidant

It's not a pity to lose the power of life

so i beg you

don't let me leave you

I can't feel it except you

A touch of affection"

Like a waterfall in a mountain, like a gurgling stream, it sings directly into the hearts of the listeners. The lights in the car are dim and unclear. If anyone pays attention, under the flashing light, the faces of the two people in the back seat seem to be all over the place. With sparkling tears.

The car stopped steadily downstairs in Jiang Huai Community, "Miss, you are here." Jiang Huai didn't realize that she forgot to ask He Yiyun if she was going home, but she took He Yiyun directly to her house. It would be too much trouble to send her back so late, not to mention that the two of them were all wet, so they had to change clothes as soon as possible.

Jiang Huai asked He Yiyun to get out of the car together. From entering the elevator to going upstairs, He Yiyun didn't speak, just let Jiang Huai take it with him. Jiang Huai pushed the luggage and opened the door of the house, but He Yiyun was not seen to follow. She turned around and happened to be When he met He Yiyun's eyes, there was a trace of panic in his eyes.

After He Yiyun was discovered by Jiang Huai, he quickly lowered his eyelashes, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

Jiang Huai heard the bitterness and uneasiness surging in He Yiyun's calm voice, and the feeling of distress came to her heart again, she tried hard to adjust her breath, cleared her throat, and then said hoarsely, "The person who should say sorry. it's me."

He Yiyun's whole body stiffened and he was stunned. He raised his head and met Jiang Huai's eyes again.

Jiang Huai stepped forward and took the initiative to take He Yiyun's hand that was hanging by his side, a tingling pain in his heart, He Yiyun's hand was actually colder than her own at this time, she clenched it tightly, trying her best to wrap He Yiyun's hand all around her. In the palm of his hand, "He Yiyun, come home with me." His eyes were slightly red, but his eyes were full of tenderness.

From the time she saw Jiang Huai and a man walking out of the airport, arm in arm, until she was led home by Jiang Huai, He Yiyun was in a state of chaos, and her heart was covered with a thick layer by herself. The thick cover, as long as it is hidden inside, will not be hurt again. It wasn't until the warm yellow lights in the living room came on that He Yiyun had a slight sense of reality, and her brain slowly regained its clarity. Looking at the busy woman in front of her, she knew that she was not dreaming.

"Come on, go to the bathroom and take a hot bath. I'll put the water in the bathtub for you. These are the pajamas to change. They're all clean." Jiang Huai stuffed the sorted clothes into He Yiyun's hand and took the lead. He followed He Yiyun to the bathroom of his master bedroom.

"Then you..." He Yiyun held the pajamas with the scent of saponin and sunshine, and was pushed along by Jiang Huai. She looked at Jiang Huai, who was almost as wet as herself, and asked worriedly.

Jiang Huai smiled at He Yiyun, "I'm going to take a bath too, then there is a guest guard." Jiang Huai's voice was unusually soft.

He Yiyun wanted to say something, but Jiang Huai pushed him into the bathroom and closed the door, "I have everything inside, I'll keep it within your reach." Jiang Huai's advice came from outside the door.

It was not until she heard the sound of water in the bathroom that Jiang Huai left with confidence. At this time, she did feel a little cold on her body, so she quickly went to another bathroom. The hot water passed through her body, and Jiang Huai's originally cold limbs were also slowly returning. Wen, but she didn't dare to wash for too long, so she just rinsed quickly, washed the coolness off her body, and left the bathroom, took out the hairdryer, and dried her hair first.

He Yiyun stayed in the bathroom for almost an hour. She immersed herself in the bathtub. She couldn't believe that she was actually in Jiang Huai's house. The hot water wrapped her whole body, and the heat flowed through her body with the blood. He Yiyun was down. Her brain has recovered most of the time. She recalled the look in Jiang Huai's eyes when she looked at her just now, that kind of distress and deep nostalgia, but there was still a sense of unreality.

As soon as He Yiyun came to the living room, he bumped into Jiang Huai and came out of the kitchen with a bowl of ginger tea. Jiang Huai's pajamas seemed to be a little short for He Yiyun. Cut, her hair was tied behind her head wetly, and it was still full of water vapor, and a few strands of hair were dripping with water droplets.

The corners of Jiang Huai's mouth lifted up unconsciously, "Come on, drink the ginger tea first, and then I'll blow your hair."

He Yiyun raised her head to meet Jiang Huai, her brows were curved, and her eyes were dark and watery.