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Weng Xing, a new transfer student in a class, has a secret. Chen Xinglie, the unruly top student in her class, is her sweetheart.
The two of them seemed to have nothing in common in the class, and they even seemed to dislike each other.
He refused to be her tablemate, refused to accept the mineral water from her on the court, was so indifferent that he didn't even look at her when she was collecting her homework, and when asked by his friends, he only responded coldly,
"Not familiar."
"If you want to chase me, I can catch you. Whatever."
Everyone thought that Chen Xinglie hated Weng Xing until the day after Song Mobai became Weng Xing's deskmate.
Someone saw that after school, their drag brother Chen Xinglie blocked the little girl into the utility room. Five minutes later, when he came out, several buttons on the collar of his white shirt were unbuttoned, and there were faint marks on the corners of his lips.
Cross-country pick-up and drop-off, essay writing, buying pastries, gifts and handbags are all available, and he will patiently and gently bend down to tie the little girl's runaway shoelaces.
At that time, everyone knew that this girl was Xiao Qingmei who had been liked by the senior class boss for many years.
When his brother asked, he also smiled and said casually, "She is an ancestor."
During that time, Chen Xinglie was extremely doting on this little childhood sweetheart, but later he was dumped.
In the stadium, the young man sat with his legs crossed and smoked skillfully. He looked at her coldly and told her to get out.
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Later, she really left to study abroad, and we had no contact for seven years.
When we met again, Weng Xing became a computer back-end engineer, and he was the president of the opposite company. When they reunited at the dinner, she smiled and stretched out her hand to shake his hand, "This is our first meeting, please take care of me."
The man was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and he was so cold and casual throughout the whole process that he didn't even give her a look.
But at the end, she was blocked by him in the cubicle. The man looked down at her, with dark emotions in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "How dare you?"
His heart beat faster, and Weng Xing was ready to be hurt, but the next second he kissed him on the lips.
In a low voice, as if bewitching, he asked: "Weng Xingxing, how do you want me to take care of you?"
"Is this okay?"
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Youth is painful and bloody, the male protagonist is cold and drags his brother, and the female protagonist is sensitive, gentle and obedient.
Two-way secret love, two first loves.
There is no intimate description before the age of eighteen.
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You can read the column's final article "Love Letter"
Copywriting: When Wen Shu was twenty years old, wearing a wedding dress and holding roses in hand, he married Sheng Jingyan with love.
After five years of marriage, Sheng Jingyan was flirtatious and cynical, and there were countless romantic anecdotes about him in the circle.
Everyone knows that he doesn't like Wen Shu and treats her like a worn-out shoe.
Wen Shu loves Sheng Jingyan. She has been silently liking him since he rescued her from an earthquake when she was twelve years old.
Go to the same high school, go to the same university, follow the same path he has taken, become his schoolmate, and then become his wife.
I have been secretly in love for eight years and been married for five years.
Wen Shu spent the best years of his life loving him.
Even though Sheng Jingyan ignored her for several years after their marriage and was as cold as a stranger, and she was ridiculed by others for this, she never complained at all, but took care of everything at home for him.
She always hoped that the young man who saved her from the earthquake would say to her, "Don't be afraid, Shushu, I'm here."
"Come here, into my arms."
But in the end it was all in vain.
On their fifth wedding anniversary, she accidentally knocked over Sheng Jingyan's economics book and a photo fell out of it.
In the photo, Sheng Jingyan hugged a girl's waist and whispered softly and intimately.
His eyes were as affectionate as water, and his affection was infinite, something he had never seen for her before.
It turns out that he already has someone he loves deeply.
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During the divorce, Sheng Jingyan watched with cold eyes and did not say a word to save her.
She just said coldly when she signed the contract: "When you walk out of this door, we will never see each other again."
Wen Shu didn't look back, grabbed his luggage, left sadly, deleted all contact with him, and went to live in a foreign country alone.
…
One day two years later, the postman who had been on strike for a long time delivered the letters she had lost in the past two years.
Wen Shu opened it and saw a whole box of love letters, one hundred and eight in total, all written by Sheng Jingyan.
The boyfriend next to her was jealous, bit her ear, and asked intimately: "Which old friend of yours is this?"
Wen Shu threw away the letter, and there was no trace of emotion in his tone, "It's just a dead person."
And the "dead man" Sheng Jingyan stood alone in the snow wearing a black windbreaker, with snow falling on his shoulders. He felt his heart twisting as he watched her being intimate with a strange man.
…
Later, it was widely spread in the circle that the second master of the Sheng family tried his best to woo his ex-wife, turning into flowers just for Wen Shu's glance.
Because of that look, Sheng Jingyan even knelt down and murmured softly: "Shu Shu, give me a chance. I won't dare to do it again in this life."
Chase Wife Crematorium, SC
Intention: I love you as always.
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"Reaching for the Stars for You"
Copywriting: The night I flew to Europe with Qi Yushi, I encountered a heavy rain that had never happened in a century, and made an emergency landing. The flashlight in the cabin broke. Some people panicked, some cried, and some were trembling with pens and paper to write suicide notes.
There was lightning and thunder, it was dark outside the window, and the plane was floating in the rain and thick fog. Shen Yan held the seat with one hand and looked at him with pale lips, "Will we die?"
The man chuckled, "What are you afraid of? Let's go together."
His cold, slender fingers twisted a strand of black hair at the back of her neck, pulled it gently, broke it and put it in his pocket. At that time, his voice could be called doting, "That's good, I can find you in the next life."
His heartbeat and the sound of the emergency announcement became rapid together. In the sky where thick clouds rolled in like the end of the world, Shen Yan's heart moved for him again.
Later, after traveling around Europe, Shen Yan endured the physical pain and went to socialize with him. She watched him go away at the hotel. When she came back, she saw a beautiful girl beside him. She tiptoed and gently touched his face, whispering affectionately.
The cold stone floor was covered with rainwater. Shen Yan fell and was injured, so he went back home first.
When he came back, no one mentioned anything about the foreign affairs. They were as close as ever, as if there was no barrier.
Later, Shen Yan bumped into him chatting with his friend, and heard him say in a casual tone, "She is an actress, how can I like her."
Later, a piece of paper about his engagement to someone else made the headlines in Beijing. The newspaper was distributed all over the capital, and Shen Yan kept ten copies on his bedside table.
When she left, she left all those things to him. On the day she moved out of the villa, the roses in the courtyard began to bloom. It happened to be her sixth year with him.
Without saying goodbye, deleting and blocking him, she erased him from her world, as if this person had never existed.
—
One day two years later, they met again on the set. He was smoking by the car door and watched her get into someone else's car.
At the celebration party that night, someone gave Shen Yan ninety-nine French roses to express his love for her. He intercepted them and gave them an emerald and diamond ring. There was seriousness in his cold and peach blossom eyes, "Shen Yan, I want to get married."
Without looking at the diamond ring, Shen Yan picked up a rose and said coldly: "Mr. Qi, I'm already awake."
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Beijing Circle Senior Official/Wife Chasing Crematorium/sc/he
The cold-hearted and sinister CEO × the cold wild rose
Please push this book to receive it in advance. If you like it, please add it to your favorites~ "Reaching for the Stars for You" Copywriting: The night I flew to Europe with Qi Yushi, I encountered a heavy rain that had never happened in a century, and made an emergency landing. The flashlight in the cabin broke. Some people panicked, some cried, and some were trembling with pens and paper to write suicide notes. There was lightning and thunder, it was dark outside the window, and the plane was floating in the rain and thick fog. Shen Yan held the seat with one hand and looked at him with pale lips, "Will we die?" The man chuckled, "What are you afraid of? Let's go together." His cold, slender fingers twisted a strand of black hair at the back of her neck, pulled it gently, broke it and put it in his pocket. At that time, his voice could be called doting, "That's good, I can find you in the next life." His heartbeat and the sound of the emergency announcement became rapid together. In the sky where thick clouds rolled in like the end of the world, Shen Yan's heart moved for him again. Later, after traveling around Europe, Shen Yan endured the physical pain and went to socialize with him. She watched him go away at the hotel. When she came back, she saw a beautiful girl beside him. She tiptoed and gently touched his face, whispering affectionately. The cold stone floor was covered with rainwater. Shen Yan fell and was injured, so he went back home first. When he came back, no one mentioned anything about the foreign affairs. They were as close as ever, as if there was no barrier. Later, Shen Yan bumped into him chatting with his friend, and heard him say in a casual tone, "She is an actress, how can I like her." Later, a piece of paper about his engagement to someone else made the headlines in Beijing. The newspaper was distributed all over the capital, and Shen Yan kept ten copies on his bedside table. When she left, she left all those things to him. On the day she moved out of the villa, the roses in the courtyard began to bloom. It happened to be her sixth year with him. Without saying goodbye, deleting and blocking him, she erased him from her world, as if this person had never existed. — One day two years later, they met again on the set. He was smoking by the car door and watched her get into someone else's car. At the celebration party that night, someone gave Shen Yan ninety-nine French roses to express his love for her. He intercepted them and gave them an emerald and diamond ring. There was seriousness in his cold and peach blossom eyes, "Shen Yan, I want to get married." Without looking at the diamond ring, Shen Yan picked up a rose and said coldly: "Mr. Qi, I'm already awake." —— Beijing Circle Senior Official/Wife Chasing Crematorium/sc/he The cold-hearted and sinister CEO × the cold wild rose
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Time flies so fast, and it's time to wait for the update at the beginning of the month again Come on, author. . .
Why do I feel that Weng Xing's emotional intelligence is a bit low?