There is no life in sinking, there is no life in sinking.
From the moment he could remember, he knew that his birth would not be accepted by this family. He is not the flesh and blood of his father, but the child of his mother and an outsider. The man was in chaos and finally gave up, leaving his mother behind and walking away. The mother was full of resentment and had no way to vent her resentment. She hated the betrayed person and also disliked him after he was born.
Everyone around him was cold-eyed, but only when he met A Bao did he feel that there was still a little warmth in the world. In his heart, only Abao would cherish him and take him seriously.
Li Jiangbao, A Bao.
When she was a child, she was the treasure held in the palm of the family, and she was loved by thousands of people. Hua Hua collapsed in an instant. When she was eleven years old, the family suffered disaster and the family fortune was in ruins. She had to depend on her brother for life. The two wandered to Qingyun Town, where they bumped into the son of their enemy. Abao, who was bent on revenge, acted rashly, and after a fight, he ended up dead.
Five years passed by in a flash, and the storm started again. In order to clear up the family's grievances, the elder brother rushed to the capital alone. But as soon as he entered the capital, he encountered a disaster and his whereabouts are unknown.
In order to find his brother and clear the old grudges among his family, A Bao changed into a man's clothes and stepped into the officialdom instead of his brother's identity.
But the official world is deep and turbid, and people's hearts are treacherous, and they can no longer distinguish between right and wrong.
Small theater
Guests were coming and going in the corridor, and everyone seemed to be looking this way.
"Brother Li, what do you mean?" The man opposite looked a bit stern, but hesitated to speak, and his tone was a bit stiff, "Two men, fighting like this,"
Shen Wusheng put his arms firmly around Abao's shoulders, gently rested his chin on her shoulder, and raised his eyes to look at the speaker. A layer of darkness surged under his eyes, and the cold gaze pressed past him. The remaining words of the other party were stuck in his throat, and he could no longer say them out.
"Uh..." Abao could feel the scrutinizing glances from all directions all over his body, and the gazes were piercing his body, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
Behind her, Shen Wusheng was like a tangled dodder, almost half hanging on her body, clinging to her and refusing to let go.
Now that she was wearing a man's robe, to outsiders it was really unsightly to see two men cuddling together so intimately. A wave of embarrassment and embarrassment surged into his heart, and Abao felt a little uncomfortable all over.
Shen Wusheng glanced at the talkative person and said in a cold and harsh tone: "None of your business."
As he finished speaking, he rubbed his chin slightly against her shoulder. His tone suddenly lost its edge and became soft, with a hint of grievance and stickyness: "Abao, I want to kiss you."
Intention: self-reliance
