When Liang Yanxi was seventeen years old, her father Wen took her back to the Wen family in Nancheng.
Wearing a thin shirt that had been washed white, he stood tall and tall in the luxurious living room of a warm house. He looked up, looked over the gorgeous and complicated crystal chandelier, and saw a girl standing on the spiral staircase, wearing a dark green silk nightgown with excellent drape. She was thin, pale and gloomy, but with a proud posture.
His eyes passed over the hem of her expensive and delicate skirt, and landed on her thin, delicate, slightly pink ankle bones with an inexplicable sense of vulnerability. He moved away in an instant.
He lowered his eyebrows and looked down, all he could see was his worn and worn cuffs.
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When Wen Guli was twenty-seven years old, she was a third-rate young actor and professional female cannon fodder. There were only two types of roles she could receive:
Arrogant and domineering, and green tea.
This year, she was inexplicably popular, and it was understandable that she was hacked.
According to rumors, she was once the proud and noble white swan, but after her family's downfall, she eventually became a canary.
From the apple of your eye, you become a plaything.
On the surface, the onlookers were sighing, but they were secretly mocking. They wondered which fat benefactor this former rich lady would have to accompany in order to get even a little bit of resources.
This tea room chatter-like sarcasm made an overly handsome and noble young man outside the door stop.
The other party smiled at them, causing everyone present to blush, without exception, regardless of gender or age.
In the afternoon, the attendees learned that this young talent was actually the head of the famous Liang family, known for his sophisticated and ruthless tactics. He was also Liang Yanxi, who had recently acquired their group through thunderous means.
Before the meeting, Liang Yanxi had a gentle and approachable attitude: "Let me introduce myself, I am Liang Yanxi with a fat head and big ears."
His eyes, which seemed to be smiling all the time, glanced at the group of people in the tea room: "By the way, my wife is that one, a toy Wen Guli."
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Copy written on: 2021/7/17
