Scum Game

At the age of eight, Yu Wanyi was taken into the prestigious Yan family in Beijing as the orphan of a comrade in arms. Everyone praised her for being docile and polite. She was a pure white camellia raised by Yan Tingyun, the eldest son of the Yan family. Only Yan Sui didn't buy it. The most desperate top ace on the F1 track, he is 1.9 Meters tall. He has a body of thin muscles developed through intense training all year round. He is extremely talented and violent. However, it is widely rumored that Yan Ershao is a good brother who is always obedient. During the post-race interview, the reporter asked with a smile: "How do life-threatening top drivers like you usually relieve stress?" He looked at Yu Wanyi with a smile and said in a lazy voice, "Go home and spend time with your family." The whole Internet praised the deep love between brother and sister, but only Yu Wanyi turned pale. What kind of accompaniment? Pressing down on me, squeezing me, pinching my waist, covering my mouth to swallow back my cries. "Shh, grit your teeth if you're afraid of being overheard." The door was ajar. The man wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and smiled unstoppably. "Pay attention and help my brother relieve the pressure." Later, she left without saying goodbye, thinking that time would be enough to smooth over the whims of the madman. ＊ On New Year's Eve, it rained heavily in London. Yu Wanyi worked overtime until late at night, and the season finale was replayed on the huge electronic screen opposite the empty platform. The man who won the annual driver's championship took off his helmet, his black hair was wet with sweat, and his eyes were cold and desolate. Across the screen, there are barbs. The cell phone rang suddenly. A video. The bedroom is dark, and the camera silently stares at her sleeping. The voice-over heard the faint sound of a lighter clattering. That's where she lives now. Yu Wanyi's blood suddenly ran cold. Behind him, leather shoes crushed puddles. The black umbrella blocked the sky and the sun, and the metal shell of the lighter pressed coldly against the side of her face, sliding down slowly. "Yiyi slept so soundly that my brother couldn't bear to wake you up." He laughed lowly in her ear, sickly and obsessed. "The game of hide-and-seek is over." "You little liar who left without saying goodbye, now... It's punishment time." ＊ ——"Everyone praises you as a glass of light white water, Yiyi. Only I know that you brewed the wine for me alone." "I love every tear you shed for me." ＊ Shuangjie 1v1, he Foster care, the male and female protagonists do not have the same household registration, and there is a hidden secret in the plot after the reunion. The protagonist abides by the law and does not commit any crimes. —— Recommend a double serialized article "It's not snowing in London" When she was eighteen years old, Jin Shiyue met Liang Zhiyun for the first time in a private club in Mayfair. The lights are dim and the drunkenness is floating around. The tall and noble man was sitting high up, with a calm expression and graceful demeanor, like a piece of snow separated by fog, and even his gaze seemed unattainable. At that time, he was the youngest tenured professor at Imperial College and the default successor of the Liang family in Hong Kong. And when she first arrived in London, she was young, quiet, and should not have interacted with him. When someone asked later, Jin Shiyue always replied: "Not very familiar." No one knew that she had been in his car just hours earlier. The night rain has not stopped, the car windows are fogged up, and the London street lights are blurred in the humidity. He gently untied her tangled hair, pressed his fingertips to the ends of her red eyes, and whispered to her: "Good boy, relax." He did not hesitate to take care of her, teach her to grow up, and give her preference. Even though her youthful thoughts were burning, he did not want her to ask for a future from him. During the graduation season, the first person to leave was Jin Shiyue. She deleted the number, returned the old card, and finally gave in. The superior's occasional bowing was just a favor, and he would never really stay for anyone. ＊ People who know Liang Zhiyun say that he has an old-school character that does not belong to this era. With a distinguished background and a beautiful resume, he became famous at a young age and will always be in the clouds. So when he resigned from his teaching position, everyone felt that it was only a matter of time. The academic community expressed regret, the family was satisfied, and the outside world praised him for getting back on track. No one has ever connected this to a young girl. Later that night it was windy and rainy, and the Observatory hoisted a No. 8 Typhoon signal. Someone saw Liang Zhiyun standing under the old building, feeling chilled all over. Her colleague told him: "Mr. Liang, Miss Jin has already left work." The man dusted off the moisture from his coat, his expression unchanged, and said softly: "It doesn't matter, I'll wait." Later, others gradually understood. He returned to Hong Kong, entered Liang's family, went to dinner and met old friends. Not for the blue sky, not for the momentum. All your good reputation can be thrown away. He is just waiting for his moon. Purpose: love and freedom