Removing the front cover of the car, Qiao Luo put the tool box aside and lowered his head to check the engine circuit inside.

The dim sky is as dark as dark as it is, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, the rain is hazy, and the scenery in the distance becomes blurred.

"Why is that car again?" The wiper slipped over the windshield, and Yuki looked at the car blocking in front and muttered.

I encountered this car twice on this road within a day, and I was blocked every time.

Ape dung.

Yue heard this and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Look at the front." Yukiji reminded.

Looking ahead along his gaze, a familiar picture appeared again.

Their cars were blocked again, and...

It's Qiao Luo again.

When the man in the back row opened his eyes and shone with a dark light.

"She is also a strange person when she is repairing cars like this," Yoshio quipped.

The more frowned, "From this situation, I guess it won't be able to fix it in a while."

It is not a solution to keep blocking here.

"Or why don't you go back and go somewhere else."

The two whispered, noticing that the man who had woken up in the back row for a moment.

Long Beijue leaned halfway on the seat, his slender fingertips pressed against his jaw, his cold eyes penetrated through the rain curtain, and the heavy rain blurred the woman's thin back.

"Drag over."

He suddenly spoke, and the two people in front were startled.

Without thinking too much, Yukio sat straight and started the car and drove forward.

As he was approaching Qiao Luo's car, Yue Er honked the horn and looked up at the rearview mirror.

"Young master, there is a traffic jam in front of you."

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows, the car window rolled down, and the rain splashed in.

Hearing the sound of the whistle, Qiao Luo stopped the work and turned his head to look behind.

It's the familiar Bentley again.

His vision slightly deviated and hit the man's bottomless black eyes.

It's him.

In just a few seconds, Qiao Luo withdrew his gaze without a trace and continued his work.

This time she couldn't give way, and the car couldn't even fire, so she had no choice.

"Young master, why not..."

As soon as Yue Er spoke, he was interrupted by Long Beijue, "Change and change the road."

Yue Er wondered, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart, so he asked him to come over at once. Now he said he wanted to change the path and was really hard to figure out the young master's thoughts.

Long Beijue's dim gaze swept across the toolbox at her hand and pulled the corners of his lips slightly.

I didn't see the car repair, but it seemed like I was destroying the car.

The sound of cars gradually weakened and was overwhelmed by heavy rain.

Qiao Luo threw down the tool in his hand and looked back. The shadow of Bentley had long disappeared.

She looked up at the dark sky, as if it was about to collapse.

It's not good to go out today.

In desperation, she took out her cell phone and called someone to come to the trailer.

This is the number of times this month, and she can't remember it.

After making the phone call, she reached out and kicked the tire.

She will definitely replace this broken car next month.

...

The autumn rain keeps falling, with a bone-bone cold feeling.

The cool breeze blew the window and clanged.

Grandma Chang walked slowly to the door, looking at the gray sky, and brows were wrinkled between her eyebrows.

The lady has been delivering the goods for so long and hasn't come back yet. Could it be that something happened to her on the road?

Unsure, she turned around and walked back inside, and called to ask for a look.

As soon as I picked up the phone, the sound of rapid footsteps came from the door.

Grandma Chang looked up and saw Qiao Luo running in wet, getting wet from head to toe.

Grandma Chang was startled and asked anxiously, "Why is this looking? Is something wrong?"

"The car broke down on the road and didn't bring an umbrella." Qiao Luoxi explained with a word like a golden place.

Grandma Chang put down her phone and said, "Go and take a hot shower quickly, change your clothes, and don't catch a cold."

Qiao Luo nodded, "I'll go upstairs to make up for my sleep. If the rain is too heavy, close the door early."

Grandma Chang responded and said caringly, "Have you eaten? I'll cook some for you?"

Qiao Luo shook his head and walked upstairs, "No, I'm not hungry."

Seeing her back disappearing from the corner of the stairs, Grandma Chang walked towards the kitchen.

If you don’t eat, you still have to drink a bowl of ginger tea to avoid a cold.

The bedroom doors and windows are closed tightly, and the orange lights are open, with a little warmth.

The sound of water in the bathroom disappeared, Qiao Luo put down the towel, and his long black hair was dispersed in mess.

He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. His delicate amber eyes looked particularly inconsistent with his ordinary face.

She looked down at the bottles and jars on the dressing table, and reached out to pick up one of the small cyan jars.

Unscrew the lid and a faint fragrance filled the air.

After pouring a basin of water, she slanted the jar and the colorless potion dripped off, instantly blending with the clear water.

Qiao Luo put down the jar, leaned over, and plunged his head into the basin.

For nearly a minute, she raised her head and breathed slightly.

Under the light, the water in the basin turned lilac and radiated with a strange fragrance.

Turning on the faucet, Qiao Luo held cold water and splashed it on his face, reached out to suck the towel, and wiped the water stains on his face at will.

The delicate facial features were bathed in the light, the skin was as creamy as cream, the eyebrows and eyes were as ink, and the crimson lips were more charming, as if they were the woman walking out of the painting, and they were completely different from the ordinary face just now.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the pair of soul-stirring amber eyes, which are still amazing.

Qiao Luo looked at herself in the mirror. A year passed, and she was still a little uncomfortable with this overly delicate face.

If it hadn't happened to her, she wouldn't have believed in the world that there was such a bizarre thing as rebirth in the world for the rest of her life.

"Oh."

Qiao Luo smiled coldly, his eyes were covered with ice and his eyes were cold.

Even if she dies, she still has to be charged with betrayal, which is even more cruel and ruthless than she imagined.

Pour out the water from the basin, Qiao Luo threw down the towel and walked out of the bathroom barefoot.

After adjusting the temperature of the air conditioner, she got into the bed and fell asleep.

I woke up too early in the morning and fell asleep as soon as I got stuck in my pillow.

"Ye Qi, are you not even listening to your adopted father's words?"

"A Qi, run quickly, go quickly."

"This is what you forced me, you forced me."

"Yeqi, stand on my side and make everyone bow down to us, and everything will be ours."

The laughter echoed in my mind, like a demonic sound surround my ears.

Qiao Luo frowned, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, his delicate little face turned pale, and he was not sleeping soundly.

"Bang bang bang--"

"A Qi, go quickly, don't hurt her."

The deafening explosion, the sky-sky fire occupied her dream, and the grief cry.

"Ye Qi..."

Qiao Luo suddenly opened his eyes and flicked and sat up.
Chapter completed!