Meng Chen turned off the lights in Qiao’s living room.

Suddenly, the whole house fell into darkness.

This heavy rain is coming in a raging manner, and the day is like night. At this moment, Meng Chen's figure is buried in the endless darkness.

He held a cigarette between his fingers and was ready to come out with an umbrella.

Just as he was standing under the eaves, a red figure appeared in the courtyard.

Xiao Zi held a dark blue umbrella and was wearing a red coat. Her expression was half lonely and half quiet.

The strong wind blew up her long hair, and she narrowed her eyes and raised her head.

Meng Chen stood on the steps, and she stood under the steps.

The eyes met, neither of them spoke.

The cigarette burned between Meng Chen's fingers, and he laughed: "Come up."

Xiao Zi lowered her head and walked up the steps.

She walked to Meng Chen's side, her face turned red with cold.

"Why are you here?" Meng Chen took her into the house.

"You said the court's people are here today."

"Yeah, I just left."

"I saw several cars." Xiao Zi's tone was filled with indifferent sentimentality.

They did not enter the living room, and stood on the balcony and looked at the rain outside the window.

The rain flows down the window and forms straight lines.

"Han Yun gave the evidence to the court?" Xiao Zi put away the umbrella and hugged her arms.

"Not yet." Meng Chen's tone was the same as the rain outside, with a chill. "He didn't dare to give it to him easily. Once he gave it, his life would be gone."

"He still has the idea of ​​marriage?"

"I'm afraid that Han Yun is not the only one who has this idea in Beijing. But he is the only one who has this courage."

The Han family and the Qiao family are family friends. Many years ago, Han Yun and Qin Qing had a good relationship.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have learned about Qin Qing's smuggling.

Now that Han Yun is making a big fuss about this matter, he is really despicable.

All marriages are excuses. What he wants is just to use Qiao's family to rise straight up.

And just so happens that Han Yurou just likes Qiao Sinian more.

Speaking of which, joining forces with the Han family is not a bad thing for Qiao, and no one wants to add icing on the cake.

But here in Josnian, marriage has never been a victim or an accessory.

"Did you want me to deal with him?" Xiao Zi said lightly.

He has a gentle face, but his eyes are sharp.

Meng Chen smiled: "I will do it if I want to deal with it."

"I haven't tried it for a long time." Xiao Zi's face was light and cold, and her eyes were always on the rain outside the window.

"Girls' home is not suitable for living this kind of life."

"Then what kind of life do you think I should live?" Xiao Zi sneered.

"Look at the book, take care of Hinayana sails, and accompany your master." Meng Chen said, "You shouldn't come here. You can't get involved in the storm of the capital."

"In your eyes, am I mixed up?"

"That's not what I mean."

"That's not what I mean." Xiao Zi glanced at him, "What should I do with Qiao?"

"I'm dealing with it now. I'll have to go there later. Now all the news is still in a blockade."

"Zhou Qiao, I'll help you guard."

Meng Chen turned his head to look at her. He saw quietness on Xiao Zi's face, as if it was not rippling in the lake, and his eyes were filled with great calmness.

"Yes." Meng Chen nodded.

"Will this house be sealed?" Xiao Zi frowned slightly.

"No, this house has long been classified under Miss Ye's name."

Xiao Zi was surprised, and traces of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Miss Ye? Is it... Jiaqi?"
Chapter completed!