Sang Rou had a face like a glutinous rice dumpling, her speech was soft and her smile was harmless to humans and animals. No one knew that the year her parents divorced, she followed her mother, who had left home, to a small southern town. She watched her mother go out to work in the early morning, with a fever of 39 degrees, and still pick her up from school. She memorized it all.
Two years later, when I returned to the Sang family, my stepmother Zhou Ya smiled and hid a knife, and her twin siblings Sang Xin and Sang Haoxuan took turns looking for trouble. Sang Rou didn't make any fuss, she caught them all with a smile, and slowly returned them one by one.
Shen Yuan was her chosen father since she was a child. On the surface, he was a gentle and gentle heir to the family, but in reality, he believed in both black and white and secretly controlled underground forces. Sang Xin fell in love with him at first sight, calling him "Brother Shen Yuan" and making jokes one after another, but Shen Yuan didn't even look at him. He only remembered that when he was seven years old, he was tied to a tree by a little girl and drew a turtle. She said, "You will be under my control from now on." He nodded.
Now when they met again, Shen Yuan leaned against the car and watched her walk out of the Sang family's gate. Sang Xin chased her and scolded her. She didn't even look back, she just raised her chin at him: "Let's go and mess up your blind date."
Shen Yuan smiled. He knew that that crazy heart would fall into his arms sooner or later.
