The rain was getting heavier and heavier.
Xia Huanyan, who had been "poured up" by the rain, was trembling.
She curled up and leaned against the iron gate behind her, completely wet from head to toe.
The rain poured over her beautiful and delicate face like a waterfall.
Cold!
A bone-chilling coldness.
Behind her, the black iron gate was five meters long and three meters tall. It was as lofty and cold as a city wall, blocking all her thoughts and desires.
Inside the city wall was the legendary No. 9 Mansion.
Xia Huanyan stayed here for a week.
Every day, she would come.
However, she didn't succeed in waiting for the legendary Ninth Master. Instead, she waited for a downpour.
The rich area in the south of the city, where the No. 9 Mansion was located, was the most magnificent and spectacular one in this villa area. Xia Huanyan would need several rounds of bus services every time, and she would have to walk for at least an hour to come here...
She had been soaked in the rain for a long time.
The gatekeeper who was on duty in the manor saw that she had been soaked in the rain and refused to leave. He ran out angrily to scold her and asked her to leave quickly. This was not where she should come from, and Sir Nine was not a person who could be seen easily!
Xia Huanyan curled up there stubbornly and refused to leave.
This rain, as if it was deliberately teasing her, did not stop at all. On the contrary, it became more and more rampant, and the air was filled with thick fog...
At this time, a black Maybach broke through the layers of fog and was coming towards the public building.
The thunder feast was constantly pushing the wiper: "Master, Mr. Zhang of the Hua Rui Group called and said that there was a document to be sent to you tonight, and he sent his goddaughter to send it to you... What's the name, Yan Yan Yan? Zhang Ruhua is also stubborn enough. In order to please you, he had already sent many girls and assistants. In the end, you didn't accept all of them. This time, he was going to make a big move. Even his goddaughter has taken action!"
Through the rearview mirror, he saw the man in the back seat of the car with no expression on his cold face.
"Master, Zhang Ruihua specifically stressed that his daughter was 18 years old, beautiful as a flower, and just graduated from Goddess Saint Mama. She just took the college entrance examination a few days ago... The key point is that she's still a virgin!"
The man, who was called "master" at the thunder feast, had a handsome face. He gently picked up his long and narrow eyes and said lightly, "You like it. I'll see you off."
"Don't, don't, sir, I don't dare to accept it, I'm afraid I can't bear it..."
The Thunder Banquet giggled and shook its head.
The rain outside the window was too heavy. When the thunder banquet hit the head light to the door of No. 9 Mansion, a small figure curled up in front of the iron gate instantly came into view.
The iron gate slowly slid to both sides, and the girl's shrank into a ball and fell to the ground at the moment when she brushed past the gate.
The lightning feast stopped in the car, staring at the girl who was lying on the ground at the door in confusion.
The girl was wearing a dark blue school uniform, which was Western-style and looked like a sailor suit.
"Isn't this the school uniform of Garcia? Zhang Ruhua's adopted daughter? Why did she leave her at the gate?"
Lei Hao muttered to himself in confusion. He turned around and met Rong Hao's black eyes, which were as deep as ink.
His heart skipped a beat. The look in his eyes was not quite the same.
"Master?"
As soon as he shouted, Rong Hao said coldly, "Take a look at her face!"
Sure enough, he noticed the girl at the door.
The girl fell sideways to the ground.
His cheeks were pointing in the direction of them.
But because of the heavy rain, he couldn't see her face clearly. He could only vaguely see that she had been closing her eyes all the time.
The lightning feast immediately adjusted the direction of the car light, and the headlights were sprinkled on the beautiful face of the girl.
The girl's cheeks gradually became clear.
Her face was as pale as a pure camellia under the night sky.
However, she was such a beautiful girl!
Clear Spirit!
Tuo Chen!
She was so beautiful that it was a little soul-stirring.
Taking a glimpse at the girl's eye-catching face, Rong Hao's eyebrows had already carved out a deep gully unconsciously.
