Old House on Fire/Micro Force/Age Difference 7
Mild and slow girl x wet and paranoid male ghost
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As graduation was approaching, there was a problem with the family's financial chain and the supply was suddenly cut off.
Meng Huaiyu was so poor that he lived on the street. His only property was half a piece of black bread that he was reluctant to finish.
While she was thinking about how to survive in London, the Maybach suddenly stopped in front of her, and a very aggressive face appeared in the back seat.
Fu Zheng, a mixed-race Chinese-Italian man with top-notch looks, is a frequent guest on the financial pages of the news. He is nearly thirty years old and alone in charge of a huge business empire. His financial power is unfathomable. Many famous ladies in London have extended olive branches to him.
To anyone, they looked like two completely different people with nothing in common.
Fu Zheng didn't care at all about the vigilance and vigilance in Meng Huaiyu's eyes. He bowed slightly through the window, politely and decently.
"Poor girl, I am your fiancé in China."
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Meng Huaiyu followed Fu Zheng from his old home to a mansion in Kensington.
She originally thought that Fu Zheng was just acting for the occasion, but he was unexpectedly gentle and polite, and he was extremely tolerant of her.
Take the time to personally take her to and from get out of class, patiently understand all her social relationships, and send someone to stay with her closely 24 hours a day.
Even in bed, his style is gentle and gentle, putting her feelings first in everything, making him the perfect fiancé.
But before she knew it, her friends were alienating her one by one. The professor did not dare to raise his eyes to meet her in class, and the male classmate who had given her a love letter suddenly dropped out of school without warning.
Occasionally, I will receive anonymous emails in my mailbox, with bold red handwriting: Run away! Run away! Run away! !
Meng Huaiyu confided to Fu Zheng in distress.
Fu Zheng's hand cutting the steak paused slightly, and then his eyes darkened: "It doesn't matter, I will arrange everything."
Until one day while shopping, Meng Huaiyu accidentally bumped into relatives from China.
When mentioning Fu Zheng, relatives were confused.
"What fiancé? You haven't been engaged since you were a child."
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What they said is right, Fu Zheng is a madman.
Meng Huaiyu blocked all contact information related to Fu Zheng and fled from the port city in panic.
She went to work step by step, trying hard to leave everything in London behind, praying that Fu Zheng would never find her in his lifetime.
But things went counterproductive.
One day when I came home from get off work, I opened the door and met a face that was pale, calm and strangely pale, without a trace of blood.
Frustration and resentment flowed around him, completely shattering the polite shell that Fu Zheng had pretended to have previously.
"Huaiyu, you are really easy for me to find."
Meng Huaiyu had never seen Fu Zheng so angry. His body was stiff and cold, and he subconsciously wanted to run away.
Fu Zheng couldn't help but hold the back of her neck and press it against the window, pressing his body hard against her trembling waist, greedily plundering the fragrance from her neck.
Downstairs, the young boy who sent her home had not yet driven away. He was leaning on the car and talking on the phone, his posture full of vitality unique to a young man.
Jealousy spread and burned, Fu Zheng hated him so much that he lost all dignity, and his tone was off-key and harsh.
"My dear, is such a young and incompetent boy worthy of your liking?"
Note: This is an XP game, so don't have any expectations for the male protagonist's moral level.
The female protagonist is slow in the early stage and is often coaxed into confusion by the male protagonist, so please proceed with caution.
Motto: Love is good medicine
