The expression on Mo Xi Er's face Shua's solidification, holding umbrella's hand slightly trembled.

Qing Mu Chen is still walking towards the front, his back is very straight, his long legs are staggered, and his pace is neither urgent nor slow.

Outside the rain is still falling, bean sized raindrops patter patter on the surface of the umbrella, water drops from the surface of the umbrella, splashed on the cobblestone path beside Mo Xi'er, patter, stir up small spray.

Qingmuchen doesn't seem to mind getting wet, and doesn't dodge from beginning to end.

Mo Xi'er Gang's behavior is actually pure kindness, which is her rare initiative to care about Qing Mu Chen.

However, what she didn't expect was that what she got was such a basin of cold water.

Mo Xi'er looks at his back with no expression, still standing in the same place, and doesn't mean to catch up.

What does she care about him for?

What's a man like him, even if he's caught in the rain?

Why should she pay attention to people who will not get sick in winter?

The Mohist garden is not big, but the cobblestone path leading to the main house is a long circle.

On the way, I met several servants who happened to pass by. Seeing qingmuchen here, he seemed to want to send an umbrella, but he refused coldly.

Mo's mother is in the living room right now. Her mother-in-law always loves her son-in-law.

See clothes have been wet Qing Mu Chen, she exclaimed, with an umbrella came out, "Oh, Mu Chen ah, how did not bring an umbrella?"

Looking towards the gate, she saw Mo Xi'er, who was watching the scene coldly. Mo's mother immediately scolded her, "what are you doing, Xi'er? Is mu Chen drenched like this? "

What's none of my business?

Mo Xi'er was yelled innocently by her.

"Why don't you bring the umbrella?" Mo's mother saw that she didn't respond and scolded again.

"Mom, don't you have an umbrella in your hand?" Mo Xi'er was still stiff and ignored.

"Take it if you want it!" Mo's mother suddenly hated her.

Mo Xi'er had no choice but to walk towards them with an umbrella.

Her pace was slow, as if with great reluctance.

Qingmuchen, who had never received her love before, didn't know whether it was to cooperate with Mo's mother or for some other reason. He stood still and didn't go on to the room.

At the corner of his eye, he was quietly staring at her.

Mo Xi'er is still walking towards him, step by step like a drag out.

Mo's mother can't stand her so gentle. When she's about to get close, she reaches out and pulls her over.

The umbrella on her hand moved half space to cover Qing Mu Chen, Mo mother laughed, "well, you two go in, I have something else."

Leaving a word behind, the man went straight away.

"Let's go!" Mo Xi son holds an umbrella, first hold Mu Chen a step to go to the house.

Qing Mu Chen didn't shirk this time, let her cover the rain for herself, also didn't mean to take the umbrella.

Mo Xi'er and Qing Mu Chen have height difference, the rain is floating in the next, in order to take care of Qing Mu Chen, she raised the umbrella very high.

As soon as the umbrella is held high, the direct result is that the rain outside the umbrella is blown by the wind and pours on her face and body.

Mo Xi'er took a few steps, but his steps were stiff.

Qing Mu Chen just light saw her one eye, still didn't pay attention to of meaning, also didn't have the slightest shame.

Such he, let Mo Xi son suddenly want to kick him.

However, this is Mohist school, she dare not make a mistake.

Keeping the action of holding up the umbrella, she continued to help him block the rain and walk into the house.

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