In order to support her boyfriend in going to college, Wu Chunhua worked as a coolie in a brick factory for three years, but on a rainy night she uncovered the scumbag's cheating plan. She didn't cry or make trouble, and decisively took away 500 yuan of hard-earned money, and went south to the west of Guangzhou overnight to set up a stall to make money!
I thought I would only care about money for the rest of my life, but unexpectedly, I met He Yunzhou, a Hong Kong-style tycoon whom I had met once at the train station, in a dirty and smelly dead alley.
The man was severely injured, had amnesia, and was penniless. She dragged him back to the dripping and damp basement of less than ten square meters.
In the middle of the night, under the dim gas lamp, she pinched his chin with calloused fingers and forced the medicine on. His whole body was tense with pain, his hot breath hit her palm rapidly, and there was an undercurrent of forbearance in his dark eyes.
When the old sewing machine got stuck, he instinctively leaned forward from behind her after losing his memory. The tall and strong body almost completely enveloped her. His long, slightly cold fingers brushed against the back of her hand and fiddled with the gears. A low, hoarse voice sounded against her reddish ears: "Press the pedal, don't be distracted."
Originally, I just wanted to use this precious "wood" as a free repairman to squeeze out the remaining value, but unexpectedly, he was encircling it step by step into his arms!
Later, the scumbag regretted that he had come to ask for reconciliation, but He Yunzhou, who had recovered his memory, stepped on him in the mud. The all-powerful Mr. He turned around and pressed Wu Chunhua against the narrow stall, clasping her waist with his slender fingers. His eyes were deep and fierce, but his tone was domineering and coaxing: "Chunhua, you promised to support me for the rest of your life, where else do you want to run?"
