It's Snowing in Milan Tonight

[The next book "Covet" will bloom at the end of July, the flower of the high mountains | beauty, strength and misery | the end of the year | a mortal enemy becomes a wife, the copy is below, please take a look~] [Subscribing the full text of this article only costs 5.8 Yuan. It is not easy to create. Thank you for supporting the original version~] Copywriting of "It Snows in Milan Tonight": The ultimate cold, rational and calm Nian is on the rise × he seems to be well-behaved and docile, but in reality he is rebellious and crazy. Year-on-year | Guidance type | Six-year age difference | Reunion Snow is the first chapter of love and hate. Shen Xubai escaped from the control called "love" with his fruitless dream and scars all over his body. Looking for the long-awaited freedom under the tense nerves Looking forward to becoming an alienated "monster" However, the expected denial did not come What was even more inevitable was that he fell. Everyone thinks that Fang Ruixun is an extremely rational person. As a psychology elite, he is good at using psychological frameworks to explain everything, including his own emotions. The young man in front of him made him suffer miserably. There is snow in Milan today, but the warm body temperature comes through the biting cold wind But he couldn't restrain his wavering heart. . For the past three years, Shen Xubai has often come to this bar to sing. The wine glass in the hand of the man in front of him has reached the bottom, and the remaining ice ball makes a crisp sound. "Your playing is special." When they met for the first time, Shen Xubai thought he was making fun of himself. Milan is constantly raining in November. At the northwest end of the Po River plain, the mountains completely block the southward and northward airflow. Cold and humid air accumulates and swirls here, turning into a fog that cannot be dissipated in Milan. You can't see others in the fog, but you can see yourself clearly. People on the same frequency can hear each other's heartbeats in the fog. HE ————————————The following is the advance copy—————————————————————————————————— Copywriting of "Coveting": The Flower of the High Mountain|Meiqiang suffers miserably|Nian Xia's attack|Old enemy becomes his wife|Qiangqiang Pei Ling × Lu Yan In the cramped space, Lu Yan slapped him hard, and when their noses touched, their hot breaths were tightly intertwined. "You will take everything away, the marriage, the rights, my freedom ——You hate me so much? " "I did all this just for you." Pei Lingyue's blood-soaked hand slowly touched the side of Lu Yan's face. The traces left behind were shocking in the dark. He bit and said contemptuously: "And you, Lu Yan, you don't even want to give me a look." . Five years ago, an explosion occurred in the Mhr research laboratory. Except for Lu Yan, all researchers including the research director Sui Ying were killed, and the entire project was reduced to ashes. Various evidences show that this "accident" was planned for a long time, and the person who murdered Sui Ying was the only survivor, Lu Yan. Unfortunately, Lu Yan became a vegetative state, but he miraculously woke up a year later, and the search for the truth about Mrh was once again pushed to the forefront. But his first words after opening his eyes were: "Who am I?" Lu Yan lost his memory, and medical monitoring clearly confirmed this shocking result. However, Lu Yan relied on his outstanding professional abilities to once again enter the new era of human brain research projects. He is aloof, rigid, and contemptuous of everything. This was Pei Ling's first impression of Lu Yan. It was like the moon high above, with only a dazzling clear light. Those eyes were so cold that it made people feel chilly. However, due to the arrangement of his superiors, he was not allowed to stay at the institute to monitor Lu Yan. But in a corner that no one knows about, some forces coveting the MHR project are sprouting up, silently pushing them towards the truth of the past. After a certain dispute, Lu Yan pointed a gun directly at Pei Ling's eyebrows, his pupils like black pools: "Pei Ling, are you coveting the MHR plan?" "No, no," Pei Ling slowly raised his hand, his eyes full of teasing, his fingertips gently pressed against the muzzle of the gun, and said with a smile: "I just covet you, Professor Lu." Ps. The scientific research part of this article is fabricated, please do not take it seriously. He If you are interested in Xiaobao, please pre-collect the announcement or column below. Thank you and take a bow~ Intention: Heartbeats at the same frequency