Son of the Boss

The most lamentable thing in the world is that heroes die, beauties grow old, and beauties are rare. Without waiting for the child to be decorated, the surprise and doubt in his eyebrows gradually changed slightly, and the delicate warmth revealed was as pitiful as the shadow of a cloud. He followed the King of Ten Thousand Chengs in his anger, but the days flowing down the river have erased the fetters. Before the river and sky are spread, the clouds will be wet first. The son of lingering affection, with pale lips and pale skin, his chest was full of hopeless joy. The pain of swallowing it tossing and turning made him gradually go crazy with lust. The colorful sparrow that once fluttered and stayed in the palm of his hand has now long since disappeared. For a child with a cold nature, the people he loved in the past are like flowers that have been standing in the stream of his heart, suddenly blooming in a large area, and even if he covers them with his hands, a new river will soon emerge. The long-term indifference was gradually swallowed up by arrogance, and the man who had been indifferent for a long time finally turned into a sky-devouring wolf full of ambition. The child of beauty and light, her clear eyes seem to be full of expectation, just like... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.