The president has nothing left for me

Chapter 381

"Then what are you thinking?"

"I..." Jiang Xin bit her lip, not daring to speak nonsense anymore, the more she said, the more wrong she was.

Chatting with this man, she will always be led astray, and the method he usually uses is to let you see hope, and finally have a happy time in vain.

She thought he would talk about Wen Min with her, but somehow it involved her again.

Huo Yuan pinched her chin, making her look at him. There was no expression on his face, except for those eyes, which were so cold that they could freeze a person for three feet.

"Jiang Xin, I don't care what you're thinking, as long as you know that I'm not as kind as Lu Ming."

Lu Ming is kind?

These two words have nothing to do with him at all, Huo Yuan's metaphor is probably telling her.

If people like Lu Ming are kind, how bad is Huo Yuan?

The only thing to be thankful for, probably, is that Huo Yuan doesn't like to play as much as Lu Ming.

He had no particular predilection for men and women.

His badness lies in other aspects.

"Got it." Jiang Xin spat out three words with difficulty.

Huo Yuan let her go, her skin was already fair, and it became even paler just after returning from the hospital, and he turned red without much effort.

"Go to bed early."

He finished chatting, stood up, took his coat and left.

Jiang Xin sat paralyzed on the sofa, her back was wet with sweat, she was too nervous just now, and her lower abdomen began to hurt again.

Jiang Xin curled herself up into a ball and nestled in the corner of the sofa.

The light in the room was particularly glaring. She raised her arms to cover her eyes, and her mind was in chaos.

It rained a lot at night.

Thunder and lightning, pouring rain on the glass windows, like weeping.

Jiang Xin woke up from the cold in the middle of the night, she opened her eyes, the floor-to-ceiling windows were not closed, the heavy rain was blown into the house by the wind, the curtains were wet, and the stagnant water on the balcony flowed into the house.

She got up to close the window, there was a strong wind outside, and when she walked to the window, she was almost blown to the ground by the harsh wind.

Jiang Xin grabbed the window, raised her head, and looked at the distance of the city. The thunder that descended from the clouds reflected her pale and bloodless face.

The city under the heavy rain blurred the outlines of all buildings.

A little bit of light in the rain is for whom to illuminate the way home.

She used to be afraid of thunder, and every time it thundered, she would go to her mother's room with her pillow in her arms and sleep with her mother.

Later, her parents were gone, and she seemed to be not afraid of thunder anymore.

Jiang Xin closed the window and suddenly remembered that it was time to cool down, Jiang Yi didn't bring thick clothes.

The rain lasted until morning before it became lighter.

Jiang Xin had a bit of wind last night, and she caught a cold. When Aunt Zhang called her to say that the road was flooded and that the car couldn't move and she would come later, she always responded with a strong nasal voice.

Aunt Zhang said on the phone, "Miss Jiang, do you have a cold? There are cold medicines in the medicine box. You should take some as soon as possible. The weather is changing at any time, and many people have caught cold."

"it is good."

Jiang Xin hung up the phone, seeing that it wasn't raining too much outside, she took medicine, put on thick clothes, and went out with an umbrella.

It rained heavily last night, and the water in the community submerged her ankles.

More traffic jams.

She went back and packed some thick clothes for Jiang Yi, put them in a backpack, and sent them to Jiang Yi.

Jiang Xin called him and waited at the school gate.

"She is Wen Min's grandma?"

"Yeah, I've been sitting here all day, it's so pitiful."

Hearing the discussion of his classmates, Jiang Xin followed the voice and saw a white-haired old man sitting on the steps not far away.

She was holding a rusty umbrella, one of the umbrella ribs was broken, and she sat here for an unknown amount of time, and her whole body was soaked.

The old man was wearing patched clothes, which were still the same as ten years ago. Her eyes were cloudy, staring at the students coming and going, trying to find a familiar figure.