Lin Changyun followed Shen Zhian for six years, from being naive and ignorant at the beginning to becoming sober and sinking later.
When he loved Shen Zhian the most, he didn't even have any self-esteem.
But no matter how he climbed up, he could not compete with Shen Zhian's innate dignity, and he could not cross that class.
Finally, Shen Zhian said: "Xixi said he wanted to be my only lover, so on and so forth. You are more mature than Xixi. He is not sensible, so you should let him."
Only then did Lin Changyun realize that there was no shortage of beautiful boys around Shen Zhian, and he was no longer young. It turned out that he was no longer worthy of being Shen Zhian's lover.
"Shen Zhian, I won't love you anymore when I walk out of this door. I'm really leaving, really, I'm leaving... It's snowing too much today, I'll leave another day."
In the end, he was thrown out of the door by Shen Zhian's bodyguard while he was thin.
He wiped the blood from his face, stepped into the thick snow with his bare feet, and never looked back.
Two years later, Lin Changyun was a hot upstart in the business world, and his deeds could be heard everywhere.
At the dinner, Shen Zhian blocked his way: "Boss Lin, I can meet you wherever I go. Since you want to rekindle our old relationship with me so much, why don't I make it happen for you."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, I'm already married. I don't want my husband to know about our past. Please stay away from me."
Lin Changyun walked towards the man in the corner and whispered affectionately.
Shen Zhian's face turned blue with anger, he gritted his teeth and began to think about the sky.
Within two days, he overturned the card table and said angrily: "I regret it."
Thin-hearted attack x affectionate reception
1V1 double cleaning.
Reader comments
Forgiveness may be the helpless compromise of loving to the end. When those hurts come like a flood, washing away the defense line deep in your heart again and again, you will cry alone in the middle of the night, and you will ask yourself in a deserted corner: Why do you still love? Why forgive? But when the other person stands in front of you, with a hint of guilt in his eyes, you find that you still feel soft-hearted at that moment. It's not because those hurts don't hurt, but because the love is so deep that even the wounds bear his shadow.
I've never loved, I don't know, so I don't like it, it hurts me so much, yet I still forgive, I'm a little speechless!
Forgiveness may be the helpless compromise of loving to the end. When those hurts come like a flood, washing away the defense line deep in your heart again and again, you will cry alone in the middle of the night, and you will ask yourself in a deserted corner: Why do you still love? Why forgive? But when the other person stands in front of you, with a hint of guilt in his eyes, you find that you still feel soft-hearted at that moment. It's not because those hurts don't hurt, but because the love is so deep that even the wounds bear his shadow.
I've never loved, I don't know, so I don't like it, it hurts me so much, yet I still forgive, I'm a little speechless!
Not worth it, force him