“I more or less understand the relationship between you and Qi Yufeng.”… “A few days ago, he went to find Jin Yang.”… “He outright asked where you were hidden, and Jin Yang didn’t understand the situation. Qi Yufeng told him to name his price, saying he would pay double to buy you back.” Damn! He really thinks I’m a commodity! Gao Miao patted my back to calm me down, “Don’t get excited, I haven’t finished.” “At that time, Jin Yang probably understood what was going on, he refused, even stirred up trouble, which led to Qi Yufeng hitting him, now he has panda eyes…” Here, both of us couldn’t help but laugh. I said, why does this good-looking doctor keep provoking Qi Yufeng to beat him up? A masochist? I chuckled mischievously, patting Little San Shui, “Your little Jin Yang seems to enjoy it~ You need to work harder…” Before I could finish, he slapped me with the back of the knife, and I was in disbelief. He actually hit a pregnant woman? Even gangsters have rules: no hitting the elderly, pregnant women, or children, but he, he did it! I fainted on the couch in shock… After kicking my upturned butt, he went back into the kitchen to continue chopping vegetables… I got up, hiding behind the kitchen door, watching him. Er Yu, remember him! “I just wanted to say, Jin Yang asked me to tell you he’s on your side. Who told that guy to be so arrogant.” I think it’s him who’s more arrogant, this strange doctor who once caused me so much trouble, now joining my support team?
Walk gently, I must walk gently. There’s a child in my belly. On the damp street, I open my umbrella. It’s going to rain. The raindrops make a sound as they hit the umbrella, and the pedestrians continue on their way, accustomed to the rain that comes when it wants.
Occasionally, there were a few startled cries and hurried footsteps as people dashed to find shelter under eaves, looking worriedly at the sky where the rain was coming down in sheets. They must have been tourists. Living in France, one must get used to this weather. Once, I was one of those who would walk in the rain, knowing that the sun would soon come out to dry my wet hair. But now, my body isn’t just mine alone; I must stay healthy. I always carry an umbrella when I go out. A taxi stopped in front of me, the window rolled down, and the driver asked with a thick Lyon accent, “Are you Miss Liu?” “Yes,” I nodded, and he got out to help with my luggage, politely holding an umbrella for me, opening the car door, and helping me in before returning the umbrella. I thanked him. Taxi drivers here are all like this, and very “loyal.” The driver you book will not pick up other passengers en route; they make sure you’re the one who booked the ride before letting you in.
