A blind rich young master and young talent imprisoned himself in a huge villa, but was brought out of his gloomy heart by the gentle words of "Mr. Fu" like a breeze.
Jiang Yiting, a college student who was about to graduate, walked into Fu Ningye's life recklessly.
Jiang Yiting saw Fu Ningye smiling for the first time. Out of curiosity, she asked him, "Mr. Fu, what are you laughing at?"
"Nothing, let's go." Fu Ningye still had a smile on his lips.
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Fu Ningye felt Jiang Yiting gently playing with his hair. Occasionally, Jiang Yiting's hands accidentally touched his temples and ears. His eyebrows trembled, and he intermittently felt the warmth from the other party like a drop of water.
"Mr. Fu", "Mr. Fu". . .
Fu Ningye began to get used to these gentle calls.
But when Fu Ningye regained his sight, his "Miss Jiang" was missing.
He frantically searched for her all over the world, venting his pent-up resentment on her.
But Jiang Yiting could no longer see his Mr. Fu. . .
Intention: Ask what love is in the world. You can't give up, but love is hard to steal.