Chapter 1514 Except Wushan Is Not a Cloud 65

After closing the door, Cheng Bianmo sat at the table and drank tea in silence for a while, then looked sideways at the window lightly, even though he was in the inn, he could still hear the rain that was getting heavier and heavier outside Voice.

Cheng Bian Mo clutched the teacup in his hand, after a while, he put down the teacup in his hand, got up and walked to the window, and gently opened the window.

The head-on cold wind poured in, and the rain dripped in fiercely...

It's raining too much outside.

Can't see pedestrians at all...

Brother, I don't know if she will wait for you outside the city...

If she... really went...

...

Cheng Bianmo stared at the rain outside the window for a long time expressionlessly, finally opened the door, got into the prepared carriage, and asked the coachman to go directly outside the city.

Along the way, Sheng Bianmo didn't care that the rain would splash in, so he lifted the curtain of the car window and looked out calmly.

There were very few pedestrians on the road, but none of them belonged to Qiao Ran.

After arriving outside the city, the coachman asked him where he was going, and Cheng Bianmo squinted his eyes and said, "Stop for a while."

He probably didn't give up, and searched again several times, but there was no sign of that person in his line of sight.

Then, he slowly lowered the curtain, lowered his eyes lightly and said to the driver: "Go back."

There seemed to be a slight mockery in the seemingly calm expression.

Not only did Sheng Ling think too much, he also thought too much.

Cheng Bianmo curled his lips into a silent smile, and leaned against the couch, how could he forget what kind of person Qiao Ran was.

He's really... a bitch.

The carriage was heading back to the city, when a gust of wind swept in and lifted the curtains, Cheng Bian Mo Ye just squinted his eyes, and with a casual glance from the corner of his eye, he saw the oil-paper umbrella blown away by the wind outside the carriage. Flying away not far away, there was a man chasing after him, that figure was too familiar.

Cheng Bianmo only felt that that moment was very dazzling.

He ordered in a deep voice: "Stop."

"Your Highness...it's raining harder and harder outside, why don't you go back first?"

Cheng Bianmo's voice was suddenly cold: "This king asked you to stop!"

The moment the carriage stopped, Sheng Bianmo got out of the carriage and walked towards the light white figure without even opening an umbrella. Bian Mo's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he almost flew over to grab her hand.

Joe, who was drenched all over, raised his head in a daze at that moment, his face was covered with rain, his eyes were red, his pale and cold lips trembled violently, and he just stared at the person in front of him in a daze.

She opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but it was too cold, she was shivering all over, and her teeth were chattering with cold.

Cheng Bianmo just stared at her twice, then said coldly: "Get in the car."

...

Qiao Ran was brought into the carriage, she shivered and hugged her drenched body tightly, and sat down on the side of the couch with her head down, not daring to speak.

But Sheng Bian Mo threw the cloak beside the couch to her without saying a word, and ordered indifferently: "Take off the coat on your body."

Qiao Ran lowered her head, trembling, not daring to take off in front of him.

But at the next moment, Sheng Bianmo added coldly: "If you don't want your condition to get worse."

Qiao Ran subconsciously looked at her lower abdomen, but she still didn't dare, so she lowered her head and took off her coat in front of him, then put on his cloak, and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you... Your Highness..."