Chen Lianqing knew that she had a fiancé since she was a child.
In several casual encounters, he had an eclectic hair color and an eye-catching arrogance in his beautiful eyebrows, like a hot wind that could not be caught.
At the banquet, those swaggering eyes were also filled with arrogance: "Remember, if the engagement is void, I will not marry you."
There was no hesitation or reason.
Even the night before, Chen Lianqing had eaten up the arrogant young man in an accident.
Okay, no need to be responsible.
Many years later, Chen Lianqing heard the news about Wen Jiao again. His family had fallen into decline and he had become a standard drowned dog.
In the restaurant, a glass of wine wet the hem of her skirt in panic. When she raised her eyes, she recognized him emotionally before her sight.
The tight-fitting work clothes restrained the unruly soul like shackles, and the arrogant eyebrows in the past were a little more polished and carved, but still clumsy and well-behaved.
She raised his stiff chin and sprinkled her breath with the smell of wine on the tip of his nose: "How did you end up like this, young master?"
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Write something sour, not sad, just sour, gb
Intention: Take a bite of sour sugar
