My dear lawyer novel Chapter 108

Vivian walked out of the cafe and looked at the gray sky on her head.

A drop of cool water with the summer heat hit her forehead, followed by more rain.

At one time, passers-by began to hide under the eaves, complaining one after another.

"It's raining."

"I'm dying. I thought it would not rain so soon."

"Isn't that the rainy season in summer? Let's talk about it. It's estimated that it will last until tomorrow morning."

Vivian held out her hand, letting the rain drop in her palm. It then slowly slid down to the ground along the lines of the palm. She hadn't seen the rain for a long time this summer.

"Hey, look, is that woman sick walking in the rain?"

"She's doing behavioral art."

"I think she's out of the mainstream now."

The woman they were talking about was her. She needed to be washed by the rain to make her chaotic brain clear and know her situation clearly, instead of being foolishly controlled by others.

Vivian let the rain wet her hair, clothes and every pore. She thought it didn't matter. This is no worse than that in the coffee shop, isn't it? It's a good choice to get wet.

Vivian was silent. Suddenly she laughed. It was so pure and indulgent. It seemed that at this moment, she had laid down her burden and released her suppressed inner feelings.

Drenched in rain made her feel very happy. She forgot the criticism of Angie, the insult of Vanessa, the strength of William and the pressure of life for a while.

In the rain, there was a black low-key car in the alley. The man in the car held his chin and looked at the delicate figure moving forward. Her body was wet. The rain was falling on the ground along her clothes.

He said with a sigh, "Why does the old fox like such a stubborn and interesting woman?"

The man sitting next to him looked at the figure that was about to disappear in the rain, and sent a text message to a person in his mobile phone.

"K, what about reminding old fox that his woman was in the rain?" It seemed that man was not satisfied with the person next to them.

"Little Red Hat, I don't mind if he knows that you came to amuse him." The man called K slowly turned off his cell phone.

"Come on, it's not fun. Don't call me little red hat. I have a name." It was really not fun to just watch it.

"James? Or Jimmy?" The man chuckled.

"Donald told you many times, don't call me Jimmy, call me James!!!" James was like a cat trodden on its tail.

Grace, who was called Donald Duck, was not angry. He looked at his wrist watch and said lightly, "Time's up. Are you sure you want to continue to chat here?"

Knowing what to do, James turned his head aside and stopped talking.

I hate K. Just wait and see. That red haired beauty, right? Then don't blame him for using tricks.

"He's coming out."

James's angry expression also disappeared. He looked serious through the glass window and watched a middle-aged man come out by many bodyguards in black suits. Soon he came up to another car.

He patted the driver's seat and said, "Follow him."