When I was 17 years old, my grandfather packed me up and gave me to Si Yunting, the living king of hell in S City.
It is rumored that he is cold-blooded and ruthless, an iceberg that cannot melt.
I believed it, so every day I said, "Good night, little uncle. Goodbye, little uncle."
Until that day, I came across the unclosed search history on his computer——
[How to make the little girl at home enlighten?
[Guidelines for falling in love with a large age gap]
[She seems to like someone else, what should I do? Urgent!
I:? ? ?
Later, at my twentieth birthday party, he embraced me in his arms in public, and his voice was hoarse than ever before: "Nian Nian, don't call me uncle anymore."
Only then did I realize that this iceberg had wanted to pamper me from the very beginning.
