Chapter 142: E holding the popular Omega script (Thirty-four)

On the way, the weather became worse and worse, and the news of the impending typhoon kept being pushed to the mobile phone. The horizon was gradually covered by a thick black. There were more and more pedestrians on both sides, and they all had a hurried look on their faces.

After the notice of suspension of classes and work came down, the entire imperial capital began to prepare for the upcoming Category 13 typhoon.

The system hummed in Yu Huo's mind at this time and said with emotion:

[Rage 945: Humph, this guy is so mean! He wants to make it so that every Omega has to buy it? What a ruthless capitalist! And you're just physically unwell during your susceptible period, not mentally. Host, why do people always think your IQ drops during your susceptible period?]

Yu Huo sneered: "Maybe that guy took a cephalexin before drinking."

[Hahahaha, you're brave enough to play with flowers?]

Yu Huo praised it for the first time: "Correct answer, you have made progress."

The little bastard almost became proud.

He rushed home, but was greeted by a dark room.

Where are the people?

Yu Huo wandered around the house, but couldn't find Jiang Feng. He was shocked: "Could he have run away in anger?!"

Beep, beep—

The door was opened from the outside, and the cold wind carrying moisture rushed into the living room before the person came in.

Yu Huo folded his arms and looked over, waiting to be punished.

The young man was covered in mist, avoiding his sight and moving aside.

Just as Yu Huo was about to speak, he saw several men in raincoats walking in carrying something covered with rainproof silk.

He looked down and saw that a corner of the rainproof silk was blown up by the wind.

piano? ?

Jiang Feng directed a few people to put the piano on the empty space and closed the door of the villa without even saying a word.

After turning around, the other person still didn't look at him. He went to the bathroom, got a towel and wiped his hair silently.

Yu Huo glanced at his soaked sweatshirt, stood up, got a clean shirt and handed it to him: "Where have you been?"

Jiang Feng paused for a moment, then obediently took the change of clothes and threw them aside. He continued to slowly wipe his hair with the towel in his hand.

"Tsk, stop wiping it. Go in and wash yourself. Be careful not to catch a cold." Yu Huo was already annoyed, so he immediately pulled off the towel on his head and pretended to push him into the bathroom.

But the hand he stretched out pushed against nothing, and the next second someone grabbed it and squeezed it hard.

Yu Huo looked up in surprise. There was still undried raindrops hanging on the boy's dark hair, and his overly long bangs covered his beautiful eyes.

I don’t know if it’s because of the rain, but Jiang Feng’s already fair face was frozen pale, making his thin lips look even redder.

"When the thief cries thief, aren't you the one who runs away first?"

Perhaps it was the approaching typhoon that had intensified the atmosphere. Even the voice that normally sounded incredibly pleasant had inexplicably become eerie.

Yu Huo vaguely remembered that he seemed to have left the other person and sneaked out at noon, and suddenly felt a little guilty.

He twitched his wrist, but it didn't move.

"Did you hear that? I was just saying it casually... Um, what were you doing out there? It was raining heavily and you didn't even take an umbrella."

Yu Huo said as he looked at the eye-catching white piano not far away: "Don't tell me you ran out just to buy a piano?"

At this moment, the boy seemed to have finally reached his belated rebellious phase. His gentle face was tense, revealing a slightly sharp jawline. He even sneered sarcastically, "I bought the piano on the way."

After saying that, he suddenly let go of Yu Huo, walked to the piano, and reached out to remove the rainproof silk covering the piano.

The pure white piano is expensive, and its smooth wooden frame emits a soft white light.

Jiang Feng sat in front of the piano, his white fingers brushing across the keys.

Yu Huo looked at him curiously and saw that he was pressing the keys.

Different from his chaotic playing, the music played by Jiang Feng was soothing and sad. His bony hands danced on the keys, which was even more pleasing to the eye than Duan An Ning's from a distance.

Yu Huo couldn't tell who played better, but in the eyes of the beholder, every woman is beautiful. Even though Jiang Feng looked a little disheveled by the rain, he was still as beautiful as a little prince who had escaped from a fairy tale book, noble and elegant.

He walked uncontrollably to the other person's side, tilting his head to look at the pair of flexible and slender hands.

Just when he was about to stare in amazement, Jiang Feng suddenly spoke.

"This piano piece is called 'The Truth That You Leave'"

Yu Huo asked, "What do you mean?"

"The truth is you're gone."

Yu Huo blinked: "Are you implying that I sneaked out?"

The next second, the young man's fingers were suspended in the air, and the music was frozen at a beat that was neither too fast nor too slow, ending abruptly.

Yu Huo asked, confused, "What's wrong?"

The boy seemed too disdainful to pretend anymore, his face was tense and his words were incoherent.

He said, "Brother Yu, I can play the piano too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Huo's eyes changed.

The emphasis of this sentence is not on playing the piano, but on the word "also"!

He immediately realized what was happening and pressed the issue, "You said you bought the piano on the way? Then where did you go just now?"

boom--

A flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, and a slight click came from the switch at the entrance. The chandelier above went out, and the room was suddenly plunged into thick darkness.

Yu Huo subconsciously wanted to lift the power switch first, but before he could take a step, someone suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards himself.

The force was so great, and because Yu Huo was not on guard against this man at all, he naturally lost his balance and fell on Jiang Feng.

The other person's arms wrapped around his skin, holding him tightly in his arms.

"I'll go turn on the power." Yu Huo's voice was calm. In fact, during his susceptible period, he would rather stick with the person he liked like this.

But because I hate the feeling of being out of control of my body, I reject it rationally, which is so contradictory that it makes me anxious.

The air was silent for several seconds after the words fell.

The hands that were wrapped around his waist from behind were still firm and motionless. He looked back and saw the lightning that occasionally flashed across the night sky, making the boy's face light up and darken. The white and black grew and ebbed, just like the boy's tangled heart, wavering.

Yu Huo withdrew his gaze and tried to struggle, but was met with an even tighter hug, as if it wanted to weld him to death, making it difficult for him to breathe.

But just before he lost his temper, the boy suddenly said in a trembling voice, "Don't go."

The scalding water drops slid into his collar, meandering along his neckline all the way to his collarbone. The bitterness was mixed with fear, and the burning sensation was hard to dissipate.

This tear made Yu Huo's brain go blank, and he instantly forgot how to react.

At the same time, the fragrance of water lilies all over his body exuded a hint of coolness. This coolness gradually suppressed the fragrance of the flowers and began to gain the upper hand, carrying a coldness that had no offensive power, and seeped into the young man's breath and even his internal organs bit by bit.