Single Plank Bridge

Daily update, anti-theft -80% 72h / The copy has been recycled, don't fatten it up Please collect the next new book with the same flavor, "Fog Lamp [Take Robbery]", the copy is at the bottom~ First campus, then city | Dog blood | Foster care | Identity difference | Growth and revenge Elegant and generous young master × sober and tough driver's daughter When Shu Yi was fourteen, her father died while driving to protect Mr. Zhao from a disaster. After the funeral, someone from the Zhao family picked her up from the countryside. The sixteen-year-old boy saw her for the first time, leaning lazily on the railing on the second floor. The girl downstairs has dark skin and a rustic braid, but her eyes are as quiet as a well. The steward said: "From now on, I will call you Brother Yuli." He smiled carelessly, thinking: I don't know where this little bastard came from. From then on, there was someone more around Zhao Yuli. She ate the snacks that he couldn't eat in silence; She handles the endless love letters he collects on his behalf; Even if he wanted to try kissing one day, she would just flutter her eyelashes and not refuse or dodge. Everyone said that Shu Yiai was so miserable that Zhao Yuli was so selfless. Even Zhao Yuli believed it himself. So he arranged her life as a matter of course and reluctantly stayed by his side. One day he finally figured out that he wanted to make their relationship public, but he saw her confessing her love to others with his own eyes, and her smile was as vivid as he had ever seen. Young Master Li, who had always been wanton and calm, felt the collapse of his sanity for the first time and humiliated her with the most unpleasant words: "Why don't you look in the mirror? Who will take you in except me!" She slowly raised her head, with an unfamiliar calmness in her eyes: "Zhao Yuli, we are finished." "Do you think my dad really died in an accident back then?" * After walking this single-plank bridge, After that, her journey was smooth and the sky was bright. Reading guide: 1. The male and female protagonists have double C and double cleanliness 2. The protagonist's intimate behaviors are all after adulthood 3. Age difference is 2 years, height is 185*163 4. The copy will be retained on January 11, 2026 5. This article has an outline and no writing guidance is allowed. 6. It's fun to read the text and pictures, and you don't need to tell me if you abandon the text. ——————"Fog Light [Take and Robbery]" —————— Dog blood|Fostering|Age difference|Sick lunatic|Robbing Hot summer. Wen Zheng entered Yan's house with her mother. At the age of six, she timidly hid behind her mother and cautiously called him eldest brother. The fifteen-year-old boy is tall, handsome, and unsmiling. In my heart, I looked down on this mother and daughter, one was a greedy and gold-worshipping girl, and the other was a sickly child. Later, Yan Zonglan went abroad to study medicine and fall in love, and almost forgot about this person. Returning to China again was to attend the funeral. Yan Zonglan was forced to inherit the family business and the oil bottle. The girl was wearing a black dress with a white flower on her collar. She was frail and pitiful, and she hugged the portrait without letting go. He approached, but before he spoke, the young boy standing next to her put his arm around her shoulders and raised his hand to wipe the tears from her face. "Zhengzheng, stop crying." She raised her head, her face turned pale from crying, so lovable. Like a bird that has recognized its master. "Wen Zheng." She froze for a moment, then looked back at him. His lips moved, wanting to call out the long-lost "big brother", but swallowed it back. Yan Zonglan heard the bird seem to be choked by someone, and changed his name to call him: "... Brother." / The day she lost control, she cried so hard that she called him big brother. Big brother? He couldn't be her big brother, he just wanted to be her husband. "Why are you crying, huh? Break up with him." "You will follow me from now on." / The curtains swayed, and the wind blew the pages of the books on the table, turning them. An unsent postcard fell to the ground and read: "He makes people look hard, but makes people want to get closer." Wen Zheng never thought that Yan Zonglan loved her. / Intention: Be your own glory