Sell body 041 in car and out of car

  In the silence, the car turned one bend after another. Finally, the car stopped at Jiangba. At this time, it was already pouring heavily. The raindrops hit the window with a "pa la pa la" sound, splashing up droplets of water.

  The taxi driver, Xiao Yi, looked at Lin Meng who had been crying non-stop and suddenly felt a sour feeling in his heart. He took off the fake beard and wide-brimmed hat, revealing a face that was absolutely familiar to Lin Meng - he was the man who forced her to act with him in the hospital corridor that day.

  "You like him that much?!"

  Xiao Yi grasped a handful of his own hair, somewhat uncomfortably turning his head to look at Lin Meng. This man was skilled in disguise, and the slightly low-pitched middle-aged man's voice from before was also something he had put on. At this moment, he didn't want to pretend anymore, so he naturally reverted back to his original voice.

  Lin Meng heard a strange voice rising from inside the car, and her heart skipped a beat. She suddenly lifted her head, and through blurry tear-filled eyes, she saw a familiar face. Almost subconsciously, she shrank back, retreating backwards. With two lines of tears on her face, she stared at him in shock and fear.

  Xiao Yi thought she was so pitiful and funny and playful, raised an eyebrow, pretending to be unhappy: "What's there to be afraid of?! I'm not a monster!"

  "You——"

  Lin Mengxiang asked him how he ended up here, but when she looked at his attire, it was clear that he wasn't much different from the driver earlier, and she somewhat understood. If this were any other time, she would have been scared and run away, but now her whole body and mind were filled with sorrow and a sense of abandonment, so she wasn't as afraid. She even thought recklessly, "Whatever this man wants to do, let him do it; I'm already like this, what's the worst that could happen?"

  She bowed her head and wept silently. The crystal tears rolled down her crimson face, one drop after another. This girl was so sorrowful that it seemed as if the whole world had abandoned her, and she was surrounded by tears.

  Xiao Yi saw it with his own eyes, and in his heart, he really didn't feel good about it.

  "I'm telling you, just... how can you like Rong Ling so much?!"

  Lin Meng shook her head fiercely, as if she wanted to shake off her own neck, and tears splashed everywhere! His words, however, forced her to shed even more tears!

  Xiao Yi held back a mouthful of stagnant air in his heart, turned his head, and subconsciously reached into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out, took out the lighter, and was about to light it when he saw her through the rearview mirror - neat and clean like a small crystal person. The motion of lighting the cigarette paused, and slowly put the lighter down.

  He glanced out the window, where it was raining heavily. The little woman in the back seat had been holding back her tears all this time, and he didn't know when she would stop crying. He thought for a moment, then took out an umbrella and opened the car door. Immediately, a gust of cold, damp air rushed in from outside, bringing a lot of fresh air into the stuffy car.

  "I say, you shouldn't hold it in either, just cry out loud. A good cry will make everything pass!"

  Having said that, he picked up his umbrella and got out of the car.

  The car door closed with a "bang", leaving Lin Meng alone in the car, giving her a space all to herself.

  He stood outside the car, holding an umbrella, and lit a cigarette without any scruples. He took a deep drag, then slowly exhaled, and the faint white smoke rose slowly in the rain curtain, making his handsome profile look somewhat unreal.

  As expected, the car's interior initially echoed with muffled sobs, which gradually grew louder and eventually turned into wailing cries. He held a cigarette in his mouth, slightly tilting his head to gaze at the girl who was crying uncontrollably inside the car. Her slender figure was tightly curled up, resembling an abandoned kitten. She buried her head in the white lily, and under the cover of white and green, only her cyan-colored hair could be seen, veiling half of her face, looking sorrowful as if she had been submerged for centuries. Those eyes that spoke a thousand words must have been streaming with tears at this moment!

  Rong Ling... Rong Ling...

  He slowly savored the name in his mouth, and then playfully blew out a string of smoke rings.

  Unexpectedly, the girl who was suddenly proposed to be kept as a mistress turned out to be Rong Ling's woman! Upon receiving this news, he was quite surprised. With Rong Ling being such an excellent partner, it's no wonder that in that situation, the girl wasn't afraid at all, instead she glared at him with a face full of annoyance and even bluntly rejected his proposal.

  It's just her and Rong Ling, how could they possibly have a future?! Let alone that she was sent here by her own father as a plaything with conditions, even if there wasn't this prior condition, such an immature girl like her, where would she be able to tie down a proud man like Rong Ling?! This is just like him, not willing to be tied down by women either. Although he has good feelings towards Lin Meng, the conditions he proposed were only to let her be his mistress, allowing her to obediently wait for his pity!

  So, after learning the whole story, he came to pick her up. Unexpectedly, she would cry so sadly. This silly girl, was still too young and tender, how could she be a match for Rong Ling? He slightly released some tenderness, and this silly girl fell into it like that. Or perhaps, it was because Rong Ling was her first man?!

  What are these high school students doing nowadays?! If they're slightly serious girls, they're probably studying hard. Or if they're a bit precocious, they're still talking about that pure love, and at most holding hands is already very enjoyable; if they kiss, it's probably the ultimate. But she, suddenly gave her body away, prematurely experiencing the joy of men and women, such intimacy, how can others compare to it? No wonder she put Rong Lin in her heart.

  This girl who has always been going back and forth between school and home, this experience is probably the first time in her life that she's encountered such a stormy sea. Luckily for Rong Ling, he picked her up! Or perhaps it was lucky for her to have run into Rong Ling. If she had run into some slightly perverted men, she might not even have any bones left by now! After all, she looks like someone who would invite ravishment!

  A cigarette was soon finished, and Xiao Yi lit up a second one.

  In the rain, only a yellow taxi stopped by the riverbank. Inside was a curled up girl wailing and crying, outside was a man leaning against the car head silently smoking with a black umbrella, his face cold and stern. The red cigarette tip flashed in the gloomy rain, casting a faint light on the man's face, giving off a desolate and lonely flavor.

  The rain is coming down heavily, covering up all sounds! So this scene has a static flavor again!

  Cigarettes, one after another, soon a large pile of cigarette butts accumulated at Xiao Ying's feet. Cigarettes are actually not good for anyone, neither beneficial to oneself nor others, all of which Xiao Ying knew. But men, they're used to using cigarettes as a social tool. With Xiao Ying's underworld identity, smoking was inevitable, it's just that he didn't usually smoke so aggressively like today... probably because he was feeling irritable!

  This girl gave him a heart of pity.

  Inside the car, her crying had weakened a lot, perhaps because she had passed that peak of intense release. He thought for a moment, threw away the half-smoked cigarette, turned around, closed the umbrella, and got into the car. Although the taxi was small, it was fully equipped, and he easily found a clean towel. He reopened the car door and entered the back seat.

  Lin Meng was startled and looked at him with tears in her eyes, which were red from crying.

  He smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, like a big grey wolf about to devour a rabbit.

  "Have you cried enough?" he asked, not looking at her, and took the towel to soak it in the rainwater. He turned his head to look at her, and those red eyes were just like a rabbit's! He leaned in closer, and she was startled and shrank back.

  "What...what are you going to do?" Her voice was hoarse from crying, it was really pitiful.

  He raised an eyebrow, with a wicked expression on his face. "What, now you know fear?!"

  As soon as the words fell, his lean figure had already approached her body. She was shocked and hugged Linglan tightly, staring at him with wide, sour eyes. To be honest, she looked quite pitiful now, with tears streaming down her face, her eyes swollen from crying, her small nose red and puffy, and her black hair by the temples wet and stuck to her cheeks. Yet even in such a disheveled state, it did not detract from her beauty. Those two eyes, wet from tears, were as deep and dark as two ancient wells, seemingly capable of drawing one's soul into them.

  Xiao Yimou's eyes flickered slightly, and immediately covered her face with a damp towel, blocking that pair of eerie eyes. His large palm grasped the towel, roughly wiping her small face, rubbing her cheeks until they felt sore. "Wu wu" she cried out, but couldn't escape this overbearing man.

  She wiped her face, and she looked much fresher. He looked at her, nodded in satisfaction, with a serious face, seeing tears welling up in her eyes again, he threatened immediately: "If you dare to cry, I'll kiss you!"

  She hadn't even finished speaking, and yet two tears had already rolled down from the corners of her eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a surge of anger in his chest. It was just Yun Qing, after all; it wasn't even a full week, and yet she was crying so much over him?! Men couldn't stand seeing the women they liked cry over other men! So, without any courtesy, he lowered his head and sealed her lips with his own. He had warned her before - this was something she had brought upon herself.