Xu Lang was twelve years old at that time, and he was mature beyond his age. Meng Qing was six years old, innocent and cute. He looked at the little girl who was brought back. The two looked at each other for a while, but Mengqing showed him a big smile. Xu Lang's heart seemed to be suddenly hit.
"Brother!" The little doll yelled.
"I'm not your brother." Xu Lang walked over, showed a rare gentle smile, and rubbed the baby's head, "But now let's call him brother."
He was 18 years old and she was 12 years old. At the coming-of-age ceremony, he looked at her and asked what his coming-of-age gift was. She winked and gave him a coupon with the word "Mengqing" written on it.
"What do you mean?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at her playfully.
"I don't know what to give you. My friend said just pack it up and give it away." Meng Qing blinked, showing innocence.
He shook his head helplessly, "Oh, don't get too close to that friend in the future." Children know too much.
As an adult, he went abroad to study, and when he returned at the age of 24, he had graduated with a doctorate and started running his family's company.
But when I got home, the familiar little girl was no longer there.
"Where are the people?" He asked his mother.
"Little Wolf, Mengmeng went on a graduation trip with her boyfriend." Mom ate potato chips and watched TV series. She thought it was nothing. She didn't look back at her son until she felt that the temperature in the living room had dropped.
His face was extremely cold, and he took a deep breath before asking coldly: "Where are you going?" After getting the answer, he didn't care about his company and went out directly.
A lifetime of tenderness is only for you, just because it is you.
Intent: Beautiful love is what people long for, and their love will also become one of people's longings.