Everyone in Beijing circles knew that Fu Siyan, the crown prince of the Fu family, had a delicate bird.
This girl has gentle eyebrows and a soft voice, and she doesn't even dare to watch a chicken being killed.
She stayed by Fu Siyan's side, being so well-behaved that she allowed him to take whatever he wanted.
The brothers booed: "Master Fu, why don't you take such a good wife home?"
Fu Siyan held a cigar between his fingertips and raised his lips condescendingly: "Is a plaything worthy of joining my Fu family?"
He asked for everything and treated her like dust.
But on his most glorious night, she personally lit a fire all over the sky.
Flames soared into the sky, and Queer's body was left with no bones left, leaving only a burned-out diary.
In the remaining pages of the diary, every word is filled with tears:
"Fu Siyan, your love is the best fuel for my revenge."
"The so-called affection is just a dead end set up by me."
At that moment, the arrogant prince in Beijing went crazy.
Three years later, the reception was attended by celebrities.
Que'er, who used to be humble in the past, transformed into a cold and glamorous queen who was in charge of the plutocrats.
Fu Siyan rushed forward like crazy and hugged her leg tightly: "Li Li, I was wrong. Can you come back?"
Wen Li was condescending, his beautiful eyes were cold, and his toes ran over his face:
"Master Fu, you said I was a plaything back then, but now, I think you are dirty."
But Fu Siyan cried like a child, with his forehead pressed against the upper of her shoe, humbled to the dust:
"I am willing to die for you, as a dog, for you, I just ask you not to leave me..."
