The city of Nanyang is always rainy every May.
In the evening, when the drizzle stopped, the damp air was filled with thin white mist, and even the wild roses in front of the hotel were stained with wet depression.
In the back garden outside the private banquet hall, Li Qiao leaned against the wall of the rain corridor, looking at the handsome man chattering in front of her, with a trace of impatience flowing in her eyes.
"So, you understand? I won't like you, let alone marry you. No matter how our marriage contract came about, I advise you to give up the idea of marrying me as soon as possible."
The person who said this was Shang Lu, who is said to be a very valuable doctor.
Li Qiao didn't know much about him. He only knew that the only bond between the two people was the baby kiss brought out from the mother's womb.
Very cliché!
Li Qiao stood a little tired, moved her ankle a little, and sighed in an ethereal voice: "Yeah, I understand."
"Also, don't you expect... eh?" Shang Lu's words were still swirling around her mouth, as if Li Qiao would promise so happily, she was shocked.
Outside the rain corridor, there was a light rain, and the ticking rain beat on the banana leaves, crisp and pleasant.
Shang Lu was stunned by the sound of the rain, and when he fixed his eyes, there was already no one in front of him.
He looked around, and only the dark green skirt was left at the corner in front.
...
Li Qiao walked along the rain corridor, passing through this corridor, and not far away was a glass rain viewing platform.
The VIP lounge area on the right was empty.
Li Qiao tucked her skirt and sat down, looking at the gray sky outside the window, but she felt particularly comfortable.
Actually, it was the first official meeting between her and Shang Lu today. The baby couple who has tied them together for so many years is not a childhood sweetheart at all.
Even in her opinion, the origin of this marriage is unknown, otherwise the attitude of the family should not be so secretive.
In this case, it doesn't matter if it is lifted, it saves trouble in the future.
Li Qiaowu thought to herself, with the fading sound of rain, she seemed to hear a call for help.
"help me--"
It is not an illusion!
The voice was very weak, almost inaudible.
It seemed that someone had strangled his throat and pleaded hard.
Li Qiao straightened up from the high-back sofa, listened for a few seconds, then got up and walked towards the open-air green plantation near the rain viewing platform.
The twilight is getting thicker, the sky is dark and the drizzle falls silently.
Li Qiao followed the intermittent calls for help, bypassing the vegetation of different heights, and at the end she gently pulled a banana leaf away, but the scene in front of her was unexpected.
In the depths of the Bi-color garden, under the octagonal pavilion, the man sitting steadily in front of the stone table is impressive.
In Li Qiao's 22 years of life, he has never seen any man who can wear black so handsomely.
The black shirt, black trousers, slender leather shoes, the arms with the sleeves rolled up on the stone table, and the slightly open arc of the neckline all seem to be wild and untamable.
In this small world, Li Qiao can feel the powerful aura he is bashing on his face.
"Yan Ye, I know I was wrong, please...help me..."
The call for help sounded again, Li Qiao shook his mind, her eyes wandered, and only then saw a thin middle-aged man with an extremely painful expression on the slippery blue brick floor.
Seeing this scene, she secretly said something was wrong, knowing that she seemed to have broken into a place where she shouldn't have broken into.
At this time, the man known as Yan Ye slowly raised his hand and slowly smoothed out the wrinkles on the sleeve tube. A deep, magnetic voice also came: "It seems that you have forgotten the rules of Nanyang!"
Yan Ye means 衍爷,a respected way of calling somebody