In the third year of my relationship with Jian Zhixing, he has not yet planned to marry me.
His childhood sweetheart came back to China and found me. She waved her hand and said proudly, "I'll give you five million. Don't show up in front of him again."
I readily agreed and ran away with my money.
But later, when he was bullied and slandered, he calmly appeared again, hugged my waist tightly, and said slowly, "Have I ever taught you to chase after those who hurt you?"
"Otherwise, how would they know they had offended someone they shouldn't have?"
PS: This is another version of the story about Jian Zhixing. It can be read independently or in conjunction with the column "No Falling"
Both men and women are clean
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The completed work of the column "Dream Break"
When Gu Jingci was at his poorest, I left with the rich second generation.
When we met again, he was successful, wanted to get back together regardless of past grudges, and promised to give me a better future.
I believe it.
On the day of the engagement, he showed up with the person I hated the most in his arms, and taunted him coldly, "Lin Yu, do you really think I would like someone who worships money like you?"
I accidentally spit out a mouthful of blood, slowly wiped the corners of my mouth, and apologized with a smile, "I'm sorry, I have a bad stomach. I wish you happiness."
He didn't know that I was diagnosed with a terminal illness as early as the year we broke up.
I don't know, I'm going to die soon.
Purpose: Forbidden to fall