[Two male protagonists | Extreme pulling | The flower of the high mountain is out of control | Wild straight ball reception × abstinence and crazy criticism] When Shen Xingye broke into the "Weihao" repair room for the first time, the roar of the heavy locomotive shattered the agarwood in the room. He smiled wildly and viciously: "Mr. Lu, how much does it cost to repair a porcelain? How about repairing me?" Lu Hexue's eyes looked like frost.
"Mr. Shen, please get out."
Everyone saw this cold and dignified young master of the Lu family, who never let anyone get close to him, taking off his gloves with his own hands on a rainy night in an abandoned ancient temple, trapping the hot Shen Xingye in his arms, his voice was hoarse.
"Run away again and I'll lock you to me."
Everyone in Beijing knows that Shen Xingye, the youngest son of the Shen family, is a crazy wolf who doesn't care about his life. He drives the most powerful car, plays the most dangerous extreme sports, refuses to inherit the family business, but is able to smash sky-high price antiques for a heartbeat, just in exchange for a restoration contract from Lu Hexue. Lu Hexue is also known to everyone.
Born in a scholarly family in the south of the Yangtze River, he is the chief of the ancient cultural relics restoration room. He is a germophobe and has a strict sense of boundaries. He wears gloves all year round and hates all touches.
Until Shen Xingye appeared. That man rudely crashed into his stagnant world. Lu Hexue should obviously be disgusted, but he lost control in the middle of the night.
Shen Xingye pressed forward step by step, burning the snow with fierce fire.
Lu Hexue retreated steadily, and the altar collapsed.
One uses the most flamboyant romance to tear up the rules, and the other uses the most restrained madness to trap the heartbeat.
At first, Shen Xingye smiled and asked, "Lu Hexue, do you dare to like me?"
He finally admitted.
Shen Xingye is not trouble.
It's his loss of control, his antidote, his delusions and the rest of his life.
Nice. . . . . . . .