What Xue Xiangyu Guang first saw was a pair of white feet, with its delicate ten toes, and they were crystal clear. They ran away from the rain. The crystal fingers were wearing snow-white cloth sandals, pressing out a rouge color that was suitable for the thickness and light.

The ink-colored stones are covered with light white flowers on both sides. Under the rain, a thin mist is filled with mist. The wind and rain are heavy. The delicate feet are trampling on the ground in the rain. The light green trousers are gradually stained with water stains. The soaked fabric is immediately attached to the calves, wrapping them into a pair of slender and graceful pairs.

Mr. Xue looked closely and saw that the smoke was misty and the rain line was flying in a slanted manner. The woman in green and white shoes, with her hands, pulled up her legs, and moved gracefully, as if she was dancing on this ink-colored stage that was moving and still, and she was flying quickly, floating like a god, and walking in a slight way.

It seems that the old red walls in the distance, the ink-colored stones under their feet, the pretty white flowers that were first born with the grace, the soft drizzle, and the shallow slanting wind, a layered for the dance steps of the waves. The curtain of movement and stillness is like a freehand landscape, as vivid and ancient as Tang poetry, and as graceful as Song lyrics. Even this inappropriate rain, when encountered this green pretty shadow, became gentle and charming.

Xue Xiang looked at the light green shadow and pulled his cheeks slightly, as if he saw a reflection of the rain that was suitable for his eyes and ears, which was deeply affectionate and naturally moved.

The green shadow came slowly. He jumped over the ink stone, turned over a flower bed, and a pair of white feet finally stepped into the open space supported by the old banyan tree.

As soon as she came in, the few people crowded there hurriedly set up a clearing space for her debut.

When she entered the open space, she rolled up her soaked sleeves, revealing a bright and slender wrist, and shook her short, dense ink hair. The round water droplets seemed to shake down along her green clothes. It was like a water-like jade man wearing a dress made of green rays.

Mr. Xue asked himself that he had seen a beautiful woman. Su Meiren and Xiao Ni were both beautiful. One was the snow lotus covered with the rays of the sky on the snow mountain, and the other was the swaying and bright holy water and green lotus in the green waves of the green sea. If the flowers were still compared, the girl in front of her was the sacred waves in the empty valley, which was a bit ethereal.

Old Xue stared at the girl's body for a long time. From her feet to her waist, from her waist to her buttocks, and from her hips to her delicate short hair, but never looked at the girl's face. He seemed to be trying hard to transform the girl in front of him, and imaged it into the elves in this rainy day.

Since it is to be imaged, there is no need to look at the face. If this girl has an ordinary face, wouldn’t it be cruel to destroy Mr. Xue’s rare painting and poetry.

"Director, Director. What do you see?"

Mr. Xue was fascinated by the sight. A disharmonious female voice broke the immersive tranquility.

Mr. Xue also woke up in shock. He hurriedly withdrew his eyes. He felt nervous and looked at him for a while. Don’t let anyone find out, that would be embarrassing.

The idea just arose, and Mr. Xue couldn't help but take a look again. He wanted to see if the girl noticed her peeping.

Xue Laojing's bright eyes just glanced over, and there were also a pair of eyes that caught my eye. What kind of eyes were they? Surprise, sorrow, and vague joy. Soon, a thin mist was filled with mist.

Old Xue was surprised. How could this girl have such a rich expression in her eyes? He stared at these pairs of eyes as bright as the galaxy, and for a moment, he became a little confused.

"Director Wei, let's go together, I have an umbrella!"

As the male voice came, the eyes in Old Xue's eyes finally turned.

Only then did Mr. Xue's eyes pull out from those eyes and open up, and the girl's eyes, nose, and face became clear in sequence.

When a complete outline was reprinted in the center of Old Xue's pupils, the shrinking pupil suddenly dilated, and he seemed to be struck by hundreds of thousands of thunder in his mind, and he was full of a thought: How could it be her?

"Chief Zhang, I've seen that you have other plans. I said why do you have an umbrella and go here? It turns out that you are here to pick up the guards. Your fake strategy to attack Guo is also obvious."

"Xiao Li, your little mouth will definitely be tongue cancer if you die in the future!"

"Ha ha……"

Gradually, there were a few more people coming here to shelter from the rain. After the invitation from the director was rejected by the girl in green, he said in a breeze, "Director Wei is here for less, I immediately asked the comrades from the logistics department to pick them up with umbrellas." After speaking, he went by himself.

The noise there also woke Old Xue up from the shock, but his mind was still messy!

Even if he changed his brain to a computer, he would never have imagined that he would bump into her here, Wei Lan!

If Xue Xiang felt sorry for anyone in his life, except for the guard of the Mingzhu Municipal Party Committee Courtyard who died in vain for him, he would be the green elf-like woman in front of him.

Although Xue Xiang now knew that on that winter night in Xiaoshan, the spring breeze in the tent was her design, the beauty was deeply affectionate and sincere red blood. Whenever she thought about it, she was still full of guilt.

On that day, Wei Lan left a letter and floated away, Xue Xiang also acted as a last resort. Because it was destined to be a speechless ending, he could only hide this irreparable guilt and touching to Wei Lan in the coldest corner deep in his heart.

However, what Xue Xiang never expected was that he would meet her again at this moment. In an instant, he felt so many worries like a flood that broke through the gate, roaring and roaring into his heart.

After lowering his head and thinking for a long time, suddenly, Old Xue raised his head and opened his mouth, but couldn't speak out.

It turned out that what he thought was that since he met Yu and Yu and his privately, he should say something. Wei Lan was a lesbian and was not easy to speak. He was a man and always had to be responsible. But when he opened his mouth, he found that this passion could only be thought in his heart. It was extremely difficult to think about half a word in his teeth.

Old Xue couldn't speak, so he could only look at Wei Lan quietly, as she looked at the water stains that seemed to squeeze the hem of her clothes.

As he looked, Xue Xiang suddenly realized that Wei Lan in front of him was so familiar and unfamiliar!

What is familiar is that the faint noble aura has not changed; what is strange is that the once mature beauty Wei, who was once mature, has been reduced a lot, and is as weak as the shy water lotus that is extremely cool than the cool wind, especially the long-standing hair, which is suddenly dressed up with a short head, which has a magical effect. Xue Xiang never knew that the changes in women's dress can reflect such age differences. Today, beauty Wei does not look like a once noble young woman, and she is clearly a watery girl.

Just like that, here, Old Xue's eyes stuck to Wei Lan, marveling at the magic of women's outfits. On that side, Wei Lan lowered her head, rubbed here and pinched there, and a circle of soaked clothes, and she saw that she was almost fucked by her.

Although Wei Lan did not look up, she knew that Xue Xiang's eyes had looked over and condensed on him.

The scorching hotness immediately burned from her heart. She didn't dare to look up, didn't dare to speak, or even did not dare to move. The heat in her body seemed to be about to steam the water vapor on her body. In an instant, a red glow burned between her neck, and from the crystal clear ears to her chest.

Wei Lan was so upset that she suddenly heard the sound of taps and splashing water in the distance, and then she heard the screams around her.

"Hi, the umbrella is finally here!"

"What a moji, I've been waiting for this long!"

"Don't be too slow. If it weren't for the Wei Department's glory, there would be some waiting!"

"Okay, as you say, I have to invite the guard office to dinner!"

"You old Liu is really good at climbing along the way! But I guess the guard will not appreciate your face!"

In the noise room, the people from the logistics department finally arrived in bunches of umbrellas. Wei Lan snatched one first, and threw it at Xue Xiang without looking at it. She didn't care whether Xue Xiang was caught or not. She picked up another one herself, stretched it open, and hurriedly got in, turned around and crashed into the rain curtain. In a flash, she went far away.

With a bang, Wei Lan held her body tightly against the gate and gasped for breath, as if she was chasing her from a beast.

Her plump body, tightly pressed against the door, seemed to be the only compact touch that could soothe her manic and restless heart.

Dongdong, Dongdongdong...

Suddenly, there was a rapid knock outside the door, one as anxious as another, one after another, as if a giant hammer was knocking on her heart, making her heart almost burst open.

"Is it him chasing me?" Wei Lan tried her best to cover her jade face that was burned like charcoal, and her back pressed against the door. The ten crystal clear jade toes also showed a beautiful rou color because of the force.

"Sister, open the door, open the door!" There was a female voice outside the door.

After brushing, Wei Lan's blood-red jade face suddenly turned pale, and her heart suddenly fell, and in an instant, she was filled with regret.

A creak, the door opened.

Before Wei Lan could speak, the girl outside the door slid into the door and slapped in, slapped the door to death, grabbed Wei Lan's hand, dragged her to the desk, and said anxiously: "Sister Lan, Sister Lan, I, I... look... see Xue, Secretary Xue, Xue Xiang!"

Speaking of which, this girl is nothing else, Xiaofang, the secretary of Wei Lan in Xiaoshan. That night, Wei Lan and Xue Xiang were in the snow and snow, in the lotus tent, Chun Xiaoyi, it was Xiaofang who drove early in the morning and brought charcoal and chicken soup to pick up Wei Lan.

Afterwards, Wei Lan was transferred to the mountain city and brought Xiaofang over. Later, Wei Lan was transferred to the Organization Department of the Shuzhong Provincial Party Committee and brought Xiaofang in.

Because of this cause and effect, the two can be said to be close to each other. On weekdays, they call them sisters in private.

"Hey, sister, you have seen your expression?"

Xiaofang was born as a secretary and was a compulsory subject to observation of words and expressions. At this moment, seeing Wei Lan's face flushed and not retching, and hearing such explosive news, Xiaofang naturally saw the clues.

Wei Lan nodded slightly, Xiaofang said, "I guess he was transferred to Shuzhong. Now, sister, a good opportunity, I'll go and inquire about you and see which unit this unfaithful man has transferred to."

As he spoke, Xiaofang was about to slip out of the door, but Wei Lan grabbed him, "Don't ask, it's like not seeing each other, how ruthless is there? He is married and has a family." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!