His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

Convenience store entrance.

After Jiang Lingzhi vaguely heard these words, he fell completely asleep.

It seems to be back to that time in a dream...

It rained heavily that day.

After school, the driver drove to pick her up on the road, and there was a little friction between the car and other cars.

Jiang Ling knew that she was waiting at the school gate, but she received a call from the driver, asking her to wait elsewhere. It might be a bit late.

There were not many people at the school gate at that time.

Before it got dark, she went to a convenience store near the school to wait, and by the way, she wrote homework on the table inside.

Until it got dark, the driver called her and said that she would be there in five minutes.

Jiang Ling knows how to put things away, wearing school uniforms, carrying a schoolbag, and looking extraordinarily well-behaved.

Wait at the door early.

It was still raining heavily outside and there were few pedestrians on the road.

Knowing that it will rain today, she prepared an umbrella in advance.

After coming out of the door, Jiang Lingzhi noticed a person sitting on the next step.

The man was dressed in black, almost blending with the night.

The dim light projected by the street lamp can barely see his outline.

The man's black sweater hat was buttoned on his head, a cigarette was in his mouth, burning with scarlet flames, and he was surrounded by an unpleasant aura.

Jiang Ling knows that he has been well protected by his family since he was a child, and has never been in contact with people in society.

She will not take the initiative to contact, but she will not feel afraid.

At this moment, I just felt a little curious and couldn't help but stare at the man.

He seemed to have just been in the rain. The hair under his black hat was hanging down, and the tips of his hair were still dripping down, sliding down the bridge of the tall nose.

He was full of hostility.

As if sensing her gaze, the man tilted his head slightly and looked at her.

It should have been a fight just now, his eyes were hurt, and his lips were blue.

Those eyes were cold, so cold that there was no emotion.

The night is too blurry, and there are injuries on the face, making it impossible to see the specific facial features.

I can only remember the look in his eyes, a bit cold, a bit injured, and more defensive.

Until a few whistle sounds came from the roadside.

The driver lowered the window and shouted: "Miss, get in the car, come over with an umbrella, don't get wet."

Jiang Ling realized that he had just recovered, and withdrew his gaze: "Here."

When she was about to leave under an umbrella, she suddenly thought of something and looked back again.

The boy had lowered his head and didn't look at her anymore, but the cigarette **** between his thin lips was still burning with scarlet sparks, clearly extinguished.

Sitting there looked a little lonely inexplicably.

Jiang Lingzhi hesitated for two seconds, then walked towards him and handed him the umbrella in his hand: "You are all wet, this umbrella is for you to use."

At that time, the little girl was only thirteen or fourteen, and she spoke with grandma's nasal voice.

For such a wounded teenager, there is no fear.

The boy raised his eyes, but did not reach out to take it.

Probably after seeing the boy's delay in picking up, Jiang Lingzhi bent down and put the umbrella on the steps next to him: "My driver is here, I don't need it. You can catch a cold in the rain. You should hold your umbrella. "

After speaking, Jiang Lingzhi stood up straight, raised his schoolbag over his head, rushed into the rain, and ran towards the parking place.

After she got into the car, she tidyed her hair wet from the rain, and when she looked out the window, there was no one there.

The umbrella was left alone on the steps.