A strong and powerful gangster (female) x a sensitive, suspicious and innocent son (male)
Fang Zhichun was saved by someone in his previous life and was reborn. She wanted to protect him and repay her kindness.
In order to conceal her identity, she suppressed her gangster spirit, pretended to be a widow, and opened her benefactor's favorite pastry shop.
While waiting for him to come to your door, you secretly investigate the mystery of your past life.
The benefactor in her imagination: a humble gentleman, as gentle as jade.
The actual benefactor: he is dignified, cold and distant, making people's hearts tremble when he sees him.
She couldn't help it and teased.
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Yin Yu, who disguised himself as a drug dealer to investigate the case, had an unspeakable worry.
The shopkeeper of the pastry shop was polite and polite, but he looked at him with a fiery and sultry gaze.
How many times he couldn't help but want to explain it to her, but when their eyes met, she looked away again.
The bodyguard reminded quietly: "You don't want to go to the Haowei Zhai."
What a bad idea!
If not, who would she sell the snacks with extra sugar to herself? Who would look at the smile that appeared on her face when she snickered?!
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The two of them bumped into each other while investigating the case, and their eyes widened.
Fang Zhichun: Is the usually shy and reserved little benefactor so powerful behind his back?
Yin Yu: The beautiful lady I thought was stabbing each person...
Small Theater
Only then did Zhichun return in triumph and became Lord Anping. Her former lieutenant general came to congratulate her with heavy gifts, and his words were mostly affectionate.
The beaded curtains in the room clashed, and the sound of breaking teacups was heard.
Fang Zhichun's face froze, and he hurriedly saw off the guests. After searching twice, he found Yin Yu behind the rockery.
His delicate chin was hidden in the fox fur collar, and his three white eyes looked over casually, "Why don't you 'talk' more with your lieutenant?"
Fang Zhichun stepped forward and held his hand. Her palms were hot, while his fingers were as cold as jade. She frowned and rubbed them, "Ayu, he is a subordinate. The only one I like is you."
His cheeks instantly turned crimson.
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