[Confident and tenacious young lady VS wild and hormonal rough man]
Meng Ziyuan's biological father ran away with a lot of debt, and the family's assets were enforced. In order to avoid the debt, she had to rent an old house in an urban village where people and people were mixed.
She carried her suitcase and walked to the door of the dilapidated courtyard. There was a man in the courtyard who was washing his hair with his upper body naked. His muscles were tight and wild. Meng Ziyuan raised his eyebrows in interest, and then glanced over with a cold gaze.
Meng Ziyuan's charming thoughts suddenly disappeared without a trace, just because he blocked her from collecting debts two days ago.
"You glare at me and I don't have any money." Meng Ziyuan was very arrogant and moved in with his suitcase.
Meng Ziyuan didn't want to see him, and Cheng Xiao couldn't bear to see Miss Jing coming from the city.
Later, Meng Ziyuan discovered that he was cold on the outside but soft on the heart, and she saw this clearly.
"Cheng Xiao, my light bulb is broken, help me replace it."
"Cheng Xiao, help me pick up the express delivery."
"Cheng Xiao, kiss me."
Cheng Xiao was helping her fix the bed. He looked up at her sitting on the bed, frowned and scolded her for being mentally ill.
Meng Ziyuan climbed up to his broad shoulders, put her hands next to his ears and provoked: "Cheng Xiao, why don't you dare?"
Cheng Xiao lowered his head and looked at her, not taking the bait, and threw her on the bed: "Sorry, not interested."
The thin and powerful touch on her fingertips was still lingering, Meng Ziyuan licked her lips, her beautiful eyes moved, and she kissed him directly.
Cheng Xiao turned over and pressed her under him, as fierce as a hyena: "Meng Ziyuan, are you proud? Don't cry for a while."
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Cheng Xiao originally thought that his life would not matter where he lived.
Until she met Meng Ziyuan, she was the most beautiful iris in the world, free, beautiful and poisonous.
He doted on her, helped her pay off her debts, and was willing to let her do whatever she wanted, but he dared not miss her.
Because he knew that iris flowers were not born here.
Meng Ziyuan asked him, Cheng Xiao, if you believed in fate.
She grabbed a piece of dogtail grass and asked herself: "I don't believe it. We have to get up even if we are kneeling on the ground, then jump on their faces and give them a loud slap in the face."
He kissed the confident and tenacious iris, the iris that belonged to him alone.
Concept: The young lady and the rough guy | Don't believe in fate and don't compromise.
