It was a misty morning, and it was a private mansion at No. 78 Repulse Bay Road.
Qianqian stood in front of him and finally mentioned marriage.
She came to Hong Kong alone and lived in a subdivided apartment in a tenement building, even having a doll meal.
By chance, I ended up with him.
Fast forward seven years, and my parents told me that they must ask about their long-term destination.
The man was leaning on the rattan armchair, his posture relaxed.
An open copy of the South China Morning Post, with eyes on the financial section.
Hearing this, he slowly raised his eyes. The salty humidity of Repulse Bay was wrapped in the morning breeze. His expression could not tell how serious or perfunctory it was.
He weighs every consideration clearly, just like running a business.
The love is true, but the family interests that have been well laid out cannot be shaken.
His future will not change for her.
"That is to say, you have no plans to marry me for the time being."
She lowered her head, full of despair.
Seeing this, Lin Shen reached out and rubbed the top of her hair, his tone still soft and gentle:
"But bb, I really like you."
"Be good, stay with me."
*Hong Kong prince literature
*Chasing Wife Crematorium, Chasing Wife Crematorium, Chasing Wife Crematorium
Purpose: live a good life
