Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 1118 Fireman vs Cartoonist 61
It came in the whistling wind, with a force that was seven parts wild and wild.

Lin Zhian had to stop and make sure someone was calling him from behind. He shielded the rain with one hand and looked back at the opposite side.

There was a white railing in the middle of the road, with cars and people flowing continuously. Just outside the hospital, some people walked with heavy steps while others walked with light steps. The wind blew a blue paper butterfly from somewhere and it just passed by his feet.

There was slanting wind and drizzle in the dusk. Zhou Shu stood across the street, holding the taxi door with one hand, a faint mark of time folded between his brows. He called her name, his deep, dark and cold eyes reflecting Lin Zhian's figure.

He raised his hand and patted the car door. His movements were calm and casual. His voice was slightly high, three tones higher, for fear that she couldn't hear him clearly. His tone was clear and calm.

"Get in the car and go home."

"Me?" Lin Zhian pointed at himself uncertainly, his expression a little dazed, and his voice broke as soon as he opened his mouth.

Why cry.

Like a cat.

How can there be someone who looks so much like a cat?

Zhou Shu took a half step back, loosened his hand, and threw the used iodine cotton swab into the trash can next to him that was labeled "medical waste" with a clanging sound.

The cuffs covered the cold and hard wrist, and also covered the hideous wound that had just been bandaged with gauze.

The taxi drove away quickly. There was a white railing in the middle of the road. It went around an intersection, then turned to Lin Zhian's side and finally stopped in front of her.

The car window rolled down, revealing a female driver in her fifties with a kind face. She smiled warmly at Lin Zhian.

"Girl, get in the car! Your friend said he called a car for you to take you home. Where do you live? Tell your aunt."

"No, thank you..." Lin Zhian has never been good at dealing with people, and said in a low voice.

"Oh, don't be polite, it's raining now, and it will be hard to drive on the road if it rains heavily. Your friend has already paid for you, so hurry up and get in the car!" said the female driver. "I..."

Lin Zhian subconsciously raised his eyes and looked across.

Zhou Shu stood over there, his back leaning against a white electric pole with peeling paint. The wind blew the hem of his windbreaker up. His eyes were relaxed and calm beneath his long eyelashes, also looking at her.

Just looked at it for a few seconds.

Zhou Shu was so angry that he laughed for some reason.

He tilted his head, lightly touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and calling a car for her seemed like he was going to sell her out. Is this girl always so confused?
It happened to be another traffic light, and pedestrians on both sides of the road were busy walking towards the other side, and the other person's figure quickly disappeared from sight.

Lin Zhian lowered her head and whispered to the female driver, "I'm sorry, I'll pay you for the ride. I'm sorry for taking up your time. Please ask him to take the bus back. I'll hang out outside for a while. Sorry for bothering you. Thank you."

Zhou Shu is Wei Chengze's uncle, and Lin Zhian doesn't want to owe them any more favors.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the raindrops were hitting my body colder and colder.

Lin Zhian slammed the car door shut. A hand with long, cold white joints reached out from behind and pressed on the door handle. The veins on the back of his hand were crisscrossed, and there was a not-too-serious abrasion, leaving a bruise and bloodstain.

"You're welcome."

A slightly cool minty scent came over, lingering very lightly around the wings of the nose.

Zhou Shu walked over and looked down at her with a calm tone: "Can I thank you for speaking for me?"

Pinching the palms with fingernails.

The setting sun stretched the girl's shadow very long. Lin Zhian tried to use the pain to cover up the tearing feeling in her heart. She raised her eyelashes and said softly, "Ah?"