Zhou Xiang has a secret, she likes Cheng Cen.
Cheng Yanxing knew a secret. The person he liked liked his cousin Cheng Cen.
Everyone knew that Zhou Xiang allowed Cheng Yanxing to stay with him for only one reason: he had a skin similar to Cheng Cen's.
"I heard that Miss Zhou wanted to marry Mr. Cheng when she was sixteen? I wonder who it is?" The busybody joked with a sideways glance.
"I don't know." Cheng Yanxing said indifferently. There was no attack, no embarrassment, no depression.
He understands the self-cultivation of a substitute.
He also knew how to seduce Zhou Xiang.
*
In Zhou Xiang's eyes, Cheng Yanxing is very simple: silent, obedient, and likes to wag his tail at him.
On the night when he was rejected by Cheng Cen, Cheng Yanxing appeared downstairs at his house holding a baby's breath, and after seriously expressing his wishful thinking for him, he was quietly rejected by himself.
"You were rejected by him, and I was rejected by you. You see, being rejected is not that scary."
"Shut up." "Shut up, don't cry. I can't imitate you."
Zhou Xiang wished that Cheng Cen could be as simple as him, until she found that she always seemed to miss his scent in inappropriate situations - he was not that simple either.
She had never allowed Cheng Yanxing to enter her house before, but then she allowed it in a confused way:
"Want to marry Mr. Cheng?"
"I want to marry Cheng Yanxing."
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Xiao Shiyuan had no father or mother, had grudges and debts, so he waited for death by eating two things: shameless and lifeless.
He doesn't want his life, but Yan Qing is very curious about it. He doesn't want his face, and Yan Qing also likes it very much.
After Yan Qing fell in love with Xiao Shiyuan, those who had daughters told their daughters not to imitate her, and those who did not couldn't help but persuade her to give up her ambitions as soon as possible and settle down.
Xiao Shiyuan's heart was harder than his bones.
"Do you really feel good about them putting your name next to mine?"
"So let's go somewhere where no one knows us."
Xiao Shi was quite obedient, but he only listened to half of it and left by himself, leaving only a letter: "I'm going to the United States. The real estate certificate is on the bedside table. Don't miss me."
She was given money and a house, but people refused to give it to her and avoided her.
*
Yanqing bet that Xiao Shiyuan had no ability to take root in the United States, and she was reluctant to never see her again, so she didn't go far and opened a cat cafe in front of her home to spend her time.
She won the bet.
Xiao Shiyuan cherished his life even more and was prettier. She almost didn't recognize him. Only his eyes had not changed at all. He looked at her with a wry expression, and occasionally could find some so-called affection.
"Want an Americano."
"You have learned to drink this after living in the United States for so many years?"
"I also learned the phrase "I love you."
"I no longer like you."
"Really? Wanwan?"
A white dumpling meowed into Yan Qing's arms, and she remembered with a sense of worthlessness that she pestered Xiao Shiyuan six years ago and shamelessly asked him if his future children would be called Wanwan.
Concept: L'amour parle
