She took out Liang Huan's account from her WeChat blacklist, scolded more than a dozen more times in one breath, and then put him back on the blacklist again.

It’s all his fault!! The culprit!! The source of all evil!! The initiator!!

Liang Huan didn't sleep very well that night. When it was almost morning, he was confused and heard a series of message prompts from his WeChat.

Who? I sent him a message so early in the morning and still let people go to bed?

He took out his cell phone in a sleepy way and glanced at it.

More than a dozen messages popped up at one breath from the top of the phone:

"Xiao Xixi, who blocked me, sent you a new message."

"Xiao Xixi, who blocked me, sent you a new message."

"Xiao Xixi, who blocked me, sent you a new message."

Liang Huan:???

He wiped his eyes, supported his arms, and sat up from the bed in an instant.

What's wrong with this...?

It’s been a night, is Song Jiaxi still angry??

Liang Huan looked at the information that Song Jiaxi had once again blasted the screen on his phone, and couldn't help but start to doubt his life.

He thought carefully for a moment and solemnly said on the screen: "I'm sorry, can you give me a chance to explain?"

Soon, after the message was sent, he received an automatic reply from the system:

The message has been sent, but it was rejected by the other party.

Liang Huan: “…”

His life is so hard.

——

On the day of the official move, there was a drizzle drizzle in the sky.

Song Jiaxi held an umbrella and pulled her last box of luggage into the house of Fanxingyuan, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

From tonight, she has officially moved into Fanxingyuan.

To celebrate her move, Xiaorou will come to have dinner with her in the evening.

Song Jiaxi looked down at the time, and thought that it was almost time to pick up Xiaorou at the subway station at the entrance of the community, so she picked up an umbrella and went downstairs.

After coming out of the corridor, the sky that was drizzling just now began to raindrops as big as beans.

Flashes of raindrops fell on the leaves and on the ground, mixing the smell of grass in the soil, making the stuffy weather much cooler.

Song Jiaxi held up her umbrella and was about to walk out when she saw a person standing opposite the path in front of the corridor.

He stood with a pure black umbrella, wearing a white shirt and a navy blue tie on the neckline.

The rain fell on his umbrella and slid downward along the arc. One by one, like big beads falling on a jade plate, forming a rain curtain around him.

Behind the strings of rain curtains was his cold and handsome face, his clear and deep eyes, with a hint of a slight smile and a strong tenderness, looking at her without blinking.

Song Jiaxi was stunned for a moment, then he heard his gentle and low voice saying, "Xiao Xi, I'm back."

She held an umbrella and looked at each other across a small path, through a string of raindrops falling from the sky.

He walked from the mist and rain, with a graceful look, like a noble young man coming from calligraphy and painting.

After a moment of stasis, Song Jiaxi came to her senses. She stared at Liang Huan for a while, then directly held an umbrella and walked past him.
Chapter completed!