Jiang Wentang, the eldest daughter of the Jiang family in the capital, was born soft and bright, and was the most precious rose in the capital.
Bodyguard Li Beihan, cold and taciturn, with scars all over his body, is a lone wolf who crawled out from the hail of bullets.
She flirted with him, chased him, and loudly said she liked him in front of everyone.
He retreated, telling himself that she was just playing and he couldn't afford this game.
He pushed her away in the cruelest way until she threw herself in front of him, blocking the bullet with her body.
But when he finally took off all his new defenses, his eldest lady said lightly: "It's too late."
From then on, that iron-clad man embarked on a long and humble road to pursue his wife.
When we first met, she was a condescending young lady, and he was an expressionless bodyguard.
She said coquettishly: "I have a sprained foot, hug me."
He did so without any trembling.
Later, he knelt in front of her door all night, his voice hoarse: "Please, don't abandon me."
Later, he shielded her from bullets, washed and cooked for her, and doted on the apple of his eye to an outrageous degree.
Everyone in the Beijing circle said that Li Beihan had completely fallen into the hands of Jiang Yutang in his life.
But no one knew that from the moment she rushed to block his gun, he put his life, this life and the next life, into her hands.
Very nice, more to come