[He fell in love with his younger brother's love]
[Heaven descends to defeat the bamboo horse, rely on him to fight and rob]
He heard her name again on the overseas phone call with his brother.
The younger brother, who has always been unruly, always talks about the green plum he grew up with in a warm tone, as if he is describing some great treasure.
In the era of big data, there is always no place to hide your thoughts.
After hanging up the phone, the next moment he saw her updates on social media.
Miss Xie from Beijing City, wearing an apricot-pink dress, stood under the locust tree in early spring. She turned her head and talked to the person next to her without looking at the camera. Her eyebrows were curved and as bright as the scorching sun.
He lowered his eyes and quietly turned back his phone.
Outside the window is the sea in San Francisco, with the sound of waves rising and receding one after another.
Later, he returned to China.
The moonlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment. The girl in the photo was leaning on his shoulder, with a faint red mark at the end of her eyes.
Her phone lights up and goes dark on the bedside table.
Yan Bihuai raised his hand, gently stroked the top of her hair, and asked knowingly, "Why don't you answer the phone?"
"Don't you want him to know who you are with now?"
*
Once again annoyed by Zhou Lin, Xie Tingyi pushed open the glass door expressionlessly.
Around the corner, a handsome and calm man wearing a black coat reached out to protect her from the snow in the sky.
"Miss Xie, aren't you dating my brother?"
"Did he miss the date again?"
She raised her eyes. The speaker had a clear jaw, calm brows, and a low and pleasant voice.
The body temperature on the inside of the coat passed towards her bit by bit through the thin layer of sweater.
*
News that the Zhou family's designated heir had turned against his half-brother was widely circulated in the circle.
The rivalry between the two spreads from the ownership of the family trust to the wine bureau of the private banquet, and everyone who knows about it is silent.
No one knew that in Yan Bihuai's detached house in the middle of the mountain, the person in the center of the typhoon was reclining on the velvet sofa, stretching out his thin white fingertips and twisting a strawberry out of boredom.
"I seem to be giving you a hard time."
The girl tilted her head and looked at the man opposite with a smile.
The spring afternoon sun shines from above her head, and the sweet juice stains her lips red.
The man next to her was only wearing a soft white T-shirt and gray trousers. He no longer looked like his usual suit and leather shoes. He was reading a financial magazine leisurely with his head down.
When Xie Tingyi thought he wouldn't answer.
He chuckled, stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms, and slowly ate the sweetness from her lips.
"Why, I only regret not doing this earlier."
——Spring is a train, you are too late and you cannot avoid it (Dulaika's "Spring Music")
The bright and flamboyant rebellious daughter x the old house is on fire, the noble and sultry daddy
Double C, six years apart in age, they are trying to pry each other off, the brothers are fighting against each other, they have been plotting for a long time
The heroine has a romantic relationship with the hero after she breaks up with him.
Intention: Bravely pursue love
