After sending the message, Qiao Weitang threw away the phone, opened the curtains and looked at the rain outside, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then lie comfortably in the hot spring pool.

Bring headphones and play soothing music.

Wait.

Wait slowly,

If you don't drench Jiang Tong into a soup dog, how can she be worthy of the good day she specially chosen,

I checked the weather forecast, and even asked Langlang about which small scenic spot is absolutely not allowed to go when it rains.

There is no shelter from the rain at all, and it takes 20 minutes to walk to the nearest café.

Tease me?

Come on, torture each other.

——

Jiang Tong can't help it, she can't go, she is coming soon.

When I came, I found that there was no male god and no him.

I can't blow up yet.

What else can I do, keep waiting.

The cold raindrops kept falling on him, and he found a place near the rose bushes, comforting himself to shelter from the rain.

The white shirt was gradually replaced by a dark watermark, he looked at the bag in his hand, he couldn't let the skirt get wet, and after thinking about it, he pulled the hem of the shirt out of his waist.

Stuff the bag into your stomach.

I hope it's somehow useful.

In just half an hour, he had become a soup dog, his white shirt was soaked, his hair was wet, and his blonde hair was sticking to his fair face.

On the WeChat message, he sent it to Qiao Weitang, and she always said a word, on the way.

In the end, he simply didn't reply.

“……”

Qiao Weitang was too comfortable and accidentally fell asleep.

Jiang Tong was in trouble, not because he was wet.

It's that the skirt can't protect it.

The paper bag on the outside is not waterproof and is already wet.

Fortunately, it hasn't penetrated into it yet, and it hasn't made the skirt wet.

Jiang Tong looked around, and finally stuffed the bag into the flowers.

It's also better to put it on the flowers than on yourself.

He lowered his head and sent a voice message to Qiao Weitang.

"Remember to bring an umbrella, it's raining a lot, and I guess your male god won't come......"

He paused, his voice smiling with a Microsoft smile,

"But don't worry, I'm here."

As soon as it was sent out, the phone screen went black.

"Grass, what kind of knock-off machine, even water-proof?"

The rain was inexplicably heavy, and the phone lasted for almost an hour, and finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Fortunately, the last message was sent.

Although the boy was soaking wet, his shirt was close to his body, and he was shivering from the cold, his lean and straight figure still stood straight.

Qiao Weitang dreamed.

After dreaming that she had let Jiang Tong rain for three days, he got angry.

Even angrily ignored herself, her temper also came up, obviously he lied to himself first, why was he still angry.

So the two of them scuffled together,

In the end, old age and death do not get along.

She woke up suddenly.

I found myself lying on the chaise longue and fell asleep, and the room was lit with sandalwood, which had the effect of sleeping peacefully, and I slept directly for an afternoon.

She immediately glanced at her phone, and it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

That...... The two o'clock appointments were made and six hours passed?!

Grass, a dream come true?

She called Jiang Tong, but no one answered, and called Cai Langbo again.

"No, you didn't come back after running all afternoon."

“……”

Qiao Weitang hung up the phone directly.

It's still raining heavily, isn't this idiot still waiting?

She put on her shoes and immediately went out, running over with an umbrella.

Looking at it from afar, there is no one, it's okay.

and so on to bypass a flower wall......

The young man was squatting soaking wet, his chin resting on his arm, his face was pale, and his long eyelashes were wet and slightly drooping, which was endearing.

Like a puppy that no one wants.