Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 22- He is the only one until death

Old Town, Linfeng Lane.

On both sides of the street, the camphor was dense, and Zhi Zhi hid among the treetops, calling tirelessly.

A taxi was parked on the street at the entrance of the alley.

From time to time, the taxi driver glanced at the strange young passenger in the back seat through his rear-view mirror.

This guy is so weird.

Let him drive to Fengxiang, don't get out of the car when he arrives, just sit in the car, just turn his head and look out the window.

The driver also glanced out several times. There were only a few ordinary shops in the alley, and they were very ordinary.

The car has been parked here for almost an hour.

Seeing that this young man is wearing a famous brand, he should not be running orders, but the air conditioner is always on, which is a waste for the thrifty taxi driver.

The driver hesitated whether he should remind the guy in the back seat.

Suddenly, a few thunders sounded in the sky.

There was a thunderclap, and the driver was startled.

He took a peek at the young man in the back seat, but there was no response at all.

The driver couldn't help but admire it.

This kid is so brave.

Seeing that the sky is getting dark, it is very likely that there will be a heavy rain.

Rongrong glanced in the direction of Yujie, and looked back indifferently.

Said the second sentence after getting in the car, "Let's go."

"Good."

The driver started the car and backed out of the alley.

…

In the flower shop, Ruan Yuman sat among the bouquets and trimmed the branches.

He was taken aback by these thunderous sounds.

"ah."

The fingertip was stabbed by the rose thorn, and a drop of blood coagulated on the fingertip.

Ruan Yuman put down the scissors in his hand, got up and took a tissue to stop the bleeding.

He looked up and looked out.

It's cloudy outside, and it's likely to rain heavily in a while.

Ruan Yuman went to get the phone quickly, and called his son Jian Yi, who was sending flowers.

No one answered the phone.

Ruan Yuman was so anxious in his heart.

Many flowers such as hyacinths, lilies, and roses are still standing outside.

There was no way, Ruan Yuman had to put the phone on the counter first, and moved the flower pot into the house first.

She hurriedly took a hemostatic sticker and put it on her injured finger. Ruan Yuman ran to the door and moved the flowerpots outside the door one by one.

More than half left to move in.

Bean-sized raindrops crashed on the glass windows, making a crackling sound.

Ruan Yuman's body was soon soaked by the rain.

Against the wind and rain, she accelerated the speed of moving the flower pots.