1. Song Qingcheng was twelve years old. Something happened to her family, so she was taken home by Lu Ying to raise her for a summer vacation.
Lu Ying is stunningly beautiful and uninhibited. Compared with ordinary people, there is a huge difference.
"Brother, don't smoke."
"Just one bite."
"Don't drink."
"Didn't drink."
"Brother, don't fall in love early when you are in college."
Lu Ying coaxed the child lazily, "Song Qingcheng, it's called late love in college."
Song Qingcheng was worried. There were always unscrupulous people who wanted to harm Lu Ying, either by luring him to smoke, drink or watch pornographic movies, or by hooking him up and falling in love. She was worried to death.
2. Song Qingcheng was sixteen years old and became more and more beautiful and charming.
Pig Peng: "My sister is so cute, give it to me."
Lu Ying was always casual, "You're still young, you can't raise him."
Song Qingcheng held her little face in her hands and said, "Brother, give it to me. Just take care of the food."
Lu Ying picked her up and left, "It's just a face, don't lose it."
Song Qingcheng just said an angry word, and she chose to stay away from him.
3. Song Qingcheng was twenty years old. She had a car accident. The blood congestion compressed her optic nerve and she was temporarily blind.
"Hello, I am your caregiver - Uncle Lu."
Song Qingcheng clenched her fists, "But... I'm looking for a female nurse."
The man's voice was as cool as ice spring, "Well, I am a woman, Lu Shu, a book of books."
"..."
You are not!
In order to relieve the hatred of being unable to love, Song Qingcheng tried his best to use the invincible thunderbolt, diamond, gold and single noble in the city - the nurse.
He smoked and drank, and even though she couldn't see him, he surrounded her with his arms, "You don't care about my brother anymore?"
Song Qingcheng's eyes were full of tears, "I can't control it, you are already old."
He rubbed his fingertips bit by bit under her eyes, leaned down and kissed her, then kissed her again, "Look, no one cares, my brother has become bad."
Dog friends: "Brother Ying, you beast!"
Lu Ying was a habitual scoundrel, "I can't help it. I've spoiled her. No one can support her."
The sinister and arrogant Lu Ying VS the cunning coward Song Qingcheng
*Age difference, 1v1, he
————"Slightly Tipsy"————Serial article
Yan Wei quietly married Qin Huaihe, a wealthy man in the city.
As a "major wife" who has never been known to outsiders, she is very low-key, staying in the house and guarding the hall for Qin Huaihe, washing hands and making soup, but in exchange for his gentle ridicule: "She is just like this, her words are trivial."
Yan Wei left a word and never looked back.
"He has everything except heart, liver and lungs."
From then on, Qin Huaihe, who had been walking on the clouds, could no longer see a woman like her, who had a soft heart and cut through thorns.
Qin Huaihe held her waist in his arms on a rainy night, with a deep look in his eyes, "Kiss me, and I will take out my heart, lungs and heart for you to see."
Yan Wei's red lips licked lightly, "Qin Huaihe, forget it."
Friend: "Brother He, are your heart, liver and lungs still there?"
Qin Huaihe: "Get out!"
[I have everything, but she wants nothing.
Three years later, Qin Huaihe held a glass of wine and narrowed his eyes at the energetic woman on the stage, saying proudly, "She is the mother of my child."
Yan Wei, with bright eyes and good eyesight, answered the reporter's question, "Yes, I am single."
After the meeting, he blocked her, his eyes red, "Mr. Yan is flying higher and higher."
Yan Wei chuckled, "You can naturally fly high if you are light. I have to thank Mr. Qin for saving me back then."
The thin layer of ice in Qin Huaihe's eyes was completely shattered. He touched the mole at the end of her eye and took a bite. "Have no conscience. I saved you, but you never thought of turning back to save me."
Qin Huaihe's Weibo updated the same sentence for the ninth time:
[My wife's words are small, my heart, liver and lungs.
#Folds cut off my wishful thinking, heartless and heartless to relieve my myriad melancholy#
Intention: Always maintain the original intention
