Shen Yan licked Jiang Wanqing for ten years
After spending all his wealth and his father's life, at the age of twenty-eight, he climbed to the edge of the rooftop on the twenty-eighth floor, opened his hands, and floated down with the wind.
"I accept your intention, but I cannot accept your affection."
These were the last words she left for him
When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the corridor where I was rejected when I confessed to my love in my senior year of high school.
She threw the bouquet of roses back into his arms in public: "Stop pestering me, okay?"
Shen Yan smiled
He turned around and put the flowers into the arms of the boy watching the fun next to him: "Send it to you."
In this life, he will never lick again
The business talents, ten-year prophets, connections and scheming that had been suppressed due to humbleness in the previous life began to awaken one by one.
He stepped on the good brother who had controlled him for ten years, and climbed to the top of Beijing circle step by step, making Bai Yueguang, who was once aloof, kneel down and beg him to turn back.
And the identity of the classmate girl who always hands out trump cards in the dark is a mystery. What she knows shouldn't be known by a high school senior. Shen Yan couldn't find out who she was or why she helped him
All he knew was that every time he was in dire straits, she was there
