Rain hits the windowsill.

Zhang Xiao was still in a daze, and when she heard the sound of the rain hitting on the windows, he thought to herself: Finally, it's raining.

Opening his eyes, he saw that there was already light outside the window. As the rain continued to fall, the interior of the room became brighter and brighter.

He was about to get off the bed to close the window when he suddenly remembered the man who slept on the roof of the open-air building last night. Zhang Xiao immediately turned around and ran out of the room anxiously.

"Miss Zhang, what's wrong?"

Aunt Lan asked instinctively when she saw Zhang Xiao running over from the first floor, as if her b.u.t.t was on fire.

Zhang Xiao quickly went past her, and with three steps and two steps, she ran up the stairs towards the top of the building. After running halfway up the stairs, she stopped and panted as she looked at the man who was drenched to the point that his hair was dripping water while holding onto a thin blanket.

When Zhang Xiao stopped, she also stopped. When she saw that his own Third Young Master was completely drenched, she called out in astonishment, "Third Young Master, what are you doing?"

Mu Chen looked at Zhang Xiao and said, "It's raining, you didn't know either?"

Mu Chen pursed his lips, he did not say a word, and only looked at her with his deep gaze.

The thin blanket that had also been drenched was still in's embrace. Zhang Xiao suspected that if he used even a little more strength, the blanket would have turned to water.

Drops of water flowed down Mu Chen's body, and quickly wet the place where he was standing.

"Third Young Master, quickly go back to your room and take a bath. Blow dry your hair, and be careful not to catch a cold." The Aunt Lan urged with a pained heart. She felt that the Third Young Master was weird, why did he run up to the roof to sleep? It had been raining for a while, was Third Young Master awakened by the rain just now?

Mu Chen had indeed just been woken up by the rain.

When he woke up, he saw that there was a thin blanket covering his body. He was wild with joy, and knew that it was Zhang Xiao who covered him.

She did not accept his feelings, but cared about him.

Her concern was like a long drought for him.

The heavens really did miss him, causing him to meet Gan Yu, and he was even almost drowned by the rain.

"Right, right, Mr. Mou, quickly go change and dry your hair." Zhang Xiao urged. Seeing that Mu Chen was still standing there without moving, she anxiously reached out and pulled his wet sleeves.

Mu Chen did not wave her hand away, allowing her to pull his wet sleeves and walk down with him.

"Aunt Lan, please help Mr. Mou cook a bowl of ginger soup. It seems like he has been drenched for a while and will catch a cold."

Zhang Xiao pulled the man who was silent the whole time and begged Aunt Lan to go downstairs to cook a bowl of ginger soup for him.

Mu Chen was a big guy, his body had always been healthy. How could he catch a cold when it rained down on him?

He pursed his lips and tried to speak, but he ended up sneezing.

"Alright, I'll be there immediately."

Aunt Lan, who usually treated Mu Chen as an emperor, went down to make ginger soup when she saw this.

With some effort, Zhang Xiao pulled Mu Chen back to the front of his room. She reached out to help him open the door, then turned and said: "Mr. Mou, quickly go and change out of your wet clothes."

Mu Chen stood there motionlessly, as if his body had become stiff.

Zhang Xiao raised her delicate eyebrows, unceremoniously criticizing him: "Mr. Mou, you are no longer a three year old child, you don't need others to urge you to change your clothes repeatedly, your body is yours, if you cherish it then cherish it, if you do not, who else would treasure it for you."

"Zhang Xiao."

Mu Chen, who had been scolded, did not get angry. Instead, he covered Zhang Xiao's angry face and asked softly: "Did you help me put up the blanket?"

"..." "Yes."

Zhang Xiao frankly admitted that she did it. She admitted that, if it wasn't her doing, she wouldn't admit it.

"Thank you."

Mu Chen forced out these two words.

Seeing his eyes, Zhang Xiao softened her tone: "Mr. Mou, quickly go and change your clothes." She tried to move away from him.

When he walked past Mu Chen, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, holding tightly onto her wrist without letting go, and said softly: "Zhang Xiao, I didn't think of you as Tong Tong's subst.i.tute."

Zhang Xiao opened his big hands that were holding onto her, looked up and met his gaze, then said coldly: "Mr. Mou, let's not talk about this right now, okay? You should quickly go in and change your clothes, you should be careful not to catch a cold. "

While speaking, Mu Chen sneezed again.

"Mr. Mou, look, you just need to catch a cold. Quickly go and change your clothes."

As Zhang Xiao spoke, she turned around and pushed him to the door. Mu Chen was very willful and said tyrannically: "Help me take off my wet s.h.i.+rt, and I will change my clothes. Otherwise, I will just wait for my clothes to dry."

"Mr. Mou!"

Zhang Xiao turned green, "Are you still a child? Do you think you are Mu Ya? "

"Sometimes, I wish that I was Mu Ya, and could obtain all of your favors."

Zhang Xiao opened her mouth wide, it seemed like this guy was even jealous of her daughter.

"Zhang Xiao." Mu Chen lowered his voice and looked at her pleadingly.

Zhang Xiao reached out her hands and pulled the blanket that was drenched to the point of dripping with water out of his embrace forcefully. She felt that he was a big idiot and seriously suspected how she usually managed Mu Group, being so dumb to such an extent.

Mu Chen tightened his arms, and even brought Zhang Xiao into a tight hug. His chin was pressed against Zhang Xiao's shoulder, as she repeatedly emphasized, "Zhang Xiao, I have never seen you as a subst.i.tute for Tong Tong, I love you just because I love you, it's true!"

Zhang Xiao struggled with all her might, "Mr. Mou, please let go!"

"I'm not letting go! I'm not letting go! "

"Mr. Mou, if you don't let go, I'll ignore you from now on."

Mu Chen growled: "How dare you! If you ignore me, if you ignore me, I will tear apart the heavens, and I will be confused, like Zhao Wan Ting, I will be confused … " Zhang Xiao's small hand unhappily covered his mouth and unhappily said: "Mr. Mou, I hope you can give us some time to each other, okay? Others might not know, but how could you not know? I just got to know that Little Big Sister is my cousin, and you're telling me how to accept you? You're my cousin! Whether I have any feelings for you or not, it is enough to put pressure on me there. "

Even if Ning Tong's lover was already dead, she still needed time to face Mu Chen's feelings.

Last night when he confessed to her, he wanted to force her to respond immediately. He didn't even want to give her a chance to catch her breath. Wasn't that a bit too domineering?

"You, won't run away from me, right?"

Mu Chen asked carefully. He knew that his confession wouldn't get a response immediately, so he was afraid that it would scare her and then scare her away from him.

With great difficulty, Zhang Xiao managed to struggle free from his overbearing embrace, causing her clothes to become wet. Mr. Mou, although I, Zhang Xiao do not believe in love or marriage, I am not an ostrich. "

She had been confessed to by many men before, and if she had escaped by running away, she would have escaped somewhere long ago.