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Lin Qingyu, the eldest lady in Shanghai, is beautiful and delicate, with extraordinary abilities.
It is said that the newly moved neighbor is a genius in medical research. Is he better than me?
From disdain to pay attention to secret feelings.
But there is no one that the eldest lady cannot surpass, and there is no man that she cannot defeat.
I want men and men's jobs!
Known as a genius in medical research, Shen Yansheng is objective, rigorous, and rational to the point of being cold.
He could only see scientific research in his eyes, but he clearly remembered the hem of her red skirt that fluttered in the wind when they first met.
He originally thought that falling in love at first sight was an instant shattering of the world, but it turned out to be just a subtle abnormality that was too late to notice at that moment, and the subsequent decline step by step.
Small Theater 1
Lin Qingyu stood on the street in a foreign country, crowded with people, but no one looked like him...
At this moment, she suddenly remembered the passage written by Camus: Not being loved is just bad luck, but being unable to love is the real disaster; if a person is lucky enough to have loved deeply, he will pursue that passion and light for the rest of his life.
She didn't understand it many years ago, but she feels the same now.
Small Theater 2
"Brother Ayan, why are you angry?" The woman's tone was full of seductive questions, and her fingertips blocked the man's lips that he wanted to kiss, "Is it because you are jealous that I am with another man?"
The veins of the man's hands clamping the woman's shoulders were bulging, and the ends of his eyes were red. He stared closely at the woman's beautiful face and asked through gritted teeth: "How can he compare to me?"
The woman's eyebrows were curved and she smiled sweetly, "My love is a priceless treasure, and you won't have the honor to get it again."
The man lost control completely and kissed her lips like crazy.
A loud slap and sudden pain woke him up.
The woman raised her hand and touched her broken lips. The coldness in her eyes flashed past, and her voice was as sweet as ever.
"Brother Ayan, your kissing skills are so bad! I don't like it."
Intention: Love is always an afterthought
