[Reunion + top-notch wife chasing crematorium + two-way secret love]
When he was a student, Jiang Nan was the benchmark for top students, and Jiang Ye was the devil incarnate.
A class help tied people from two worlds to be at the same table.
She meticulously organized the wrong question papers for him, and he always secretly slipped her strawberry candies under the desk.
The girl's thoughts were hidden in the chirping of cicadas in midsummer, until she left without saying goodbye on that rainy day and disappeared completely.
Reunited eight years later, Jiang Ye is a top star and Jiang Nan is his new assistant.
In the corner of the RV, he approached with a black card in his hand, and his voice was cold with the smell of tobacco: "Grandmaster Jiang, after all these years, you have nothing to say to me?"
She clenched the corners of her clothes that were washed white and shook her head.
He leaned over and smiled mockingly: "Being my girlfriend, ten thousand a day, is much more than what you make as an assistant."
Jiang Nan was supposed to take over the stable life she dreamed of, but she escaped, just like eight years ago.
He submitted his resignation letter overnight and took the initiative to block all his contact information, but when he went home to pack his things, he blocked him at the door of his unit.
It was raining heavily, and he was soaked all over, and his blue hair stuck to his forehead in a mess.
"Jiang Nan" Chen Ye's voice trembled.
"Can you just think of me as your dog? Please play with me." He said this almost like a beggar.
The love affair is accidentally exposed, and top boyfriend Jiang Ye falls into a trough.
Late at night, he held the quilt and knocked on her door. His hair was messy and his eyes were red, "Sister, you are the only one I have left. Don't let me go."
Small theater:
At the high school reunion, her former suitor drunkenly put his arm around her shoulders: "I heard that you are now working for Jiang Ye? He wasn't the most obedient to you back then -"
"Not familiar." She turned sideways, her voice cold.
Before he finished speaking, the box door was pushed open.
Jiang Ye was leaning against the door. There were still scratches from last night under the collar of his loose sweater. He locked eyes with her:
"When I called my husband in bed, why didn't I see you so angry?"
Intention: Face it bravely and cherish the moment
