Poor body shape｜Poor skin color｜Gold is too precious to be delicate｜Republic of China era
In order to resist his father, the beautiful young master randomly found a strong man on the construction site to be his lover, and even wanted to marry him, just to prevent the singing woman from taking his mother's place.
However, one year later, the woman left, and this fake marriage should also be broken up, but he couldn't bear it.
Later, when the Japanese came and his family was gone, he was no longer a noble young master, but that man praised him again.
"Young Master, it is most suitable for you to be a Bodhisattva as you are."
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Zheng Hao is an honest migrant worker, with the scorching sun above his head and reinforced concrete on his feet. His skin is bronzed without the need for tanning, and his body is burly and powerful! On this day, while he was squatting on the ground eating steamed buns, a pair of exquisite and reflective men's leather shoes appeared in front of him.
"I'll give you ten million and marry me."
The other party's voice was as soft as a cat's, and so was his face, a face as big as a palm, and big round eyes. When he looked at him, he looked so sparkling, and he was prettier than the reddest horn in Shanghai! But no matter how good-looking he is, how can any man use the word marry?
"What, you think it's too little? Did you see the sports car over there for the 20 million? Give it to you too."
Listening to the other party's increasing pressure, Zheng Hao finally rubbed his hands, licked the corners of his lips, stared at the other party's exposed collarbone and said honestly, "No, no, it's just that a good-looking man like you, how can I marry you? I'll hire you, hire you!"
Lin Jiang only thought that the other party was a big fool, and his words were very stupid, but what he wanted was a show, just a rebellious resistance, so don't worry about such small details!
However, one year later, the contract expired, and every silent night, he began to crazily miss those big calloused hands and the vulgar and honest words of love.
Intention: None
