The demon king Shen Baiyan lived under the shelter of others for three years.
The young CEO who is raising him for the time being is three years older than him, gentle, gentle, mature and steady. Supervise him to eat three meals a day, forbid him to play games, and urge him to study.
The devil was born free. He left home no less than ten times and was caught every time.
He complained to his crush in the game:
"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to run away."
"Would you like to meet me, rich lady, you seem to have a little money, let's elope."
The online dating partner who had a beautiful sister agreed.
But before he could even get to the airport to interview the doctor, he received a call from the hospital.
Something happened to Old Master Lin.
Shen Mowang gave up his freedom and took a look.
The other party slept peacefully on the white hospital bed, like miscanthus covered with frost on the top of the mountain. Shen Baiyan put down the half-played game with a guilty heart and went to get the medicine.
When I got back, the so-called mature and steady Mr. Lin was already awake.
He was half sitting on the bedside, holding his mobile phone and opening the microphone passionately:
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The doctor said that Lin Fu has lost his memory and is now eighteen years old. You have to take care of him.
Shen Baiyan: Okay, happy double queue.
Three days later: What a fart, I can't stand this anymore.
Intention: Let me think about it.
