Matters needing attention: 1. This article was produced in 2025. It was produced by the author under a depressed situation. The plot is tight and the words are awkward. Please read it after you have done so.
Zhuan, the son of the Xi family group. I left home for five and a half years just because I was angry with my parents. He worked with his good brother Qiao Qing to serve jail time and created a false identity for Zhuan.
Yuan Lian, the son of the Yuan Group. Just because her mother passed away, her father Yuan Yuanye withheld the inheritance her mother left for Yuan Lian, so that Yuan Yuanye would only listen to him.
A venomous tongue, a sharp tongue, a soft-spoken tongue, and a beautiful heart
Zhuan stared at Yuan Lian: "Aren't you the spy sent by my father?"
Yuan Lian held the bouquet of flowers that Juan just gave her in her hand: "So you poison the flowers you send me every time?"
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Zhuan stood on the deck, still holding in his hand the flower the little girl asked him to buy just now - a bouquet of sunflowers. But the person he wanted to see never came.
"Hello."
When Zhuan heard this familiar voice, he turned around and looked. Yuan Lian's chest rose and fell violently, and it looked like he was running over.
"I just saw Zhuan Qing. She said you were here too, so I came to find you." Yuan Lian took a few breaths and walked to Zhuan. I happened to see the flower he was holding in his hand.
"Given to me?"
Zhuan did not deny it and handed it to Yuan Lian: "Why didn't you ask?"
"What do you ask?" Yuan Lian took it.
Zhuan took a step back: "What does it mean to ask this time?"
Yuan Lian was stunned: "What does it mean?"
"I like what you mean."
Intention: None yet
