They were not lovers. Maybe even God felt that it was a pity to miss them. After a new life, they slightly adjusted their horoscopes. There were cracks in the original trajectory. The cracks were not abyss. The seeds of love sprouted from inside and a platycodon flower bloomed.
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When Yu Luochu's works gained international recognition again, a reporter interviewed her
"Netizens are more concerned about your private life. What is your attitude towards President Xun's pursuit of you?"
Yu Luochu didn't say much. He looked at the camera and only said two words: "It's useless." Then he smiled sweetly, still generous and decent.
The melon-eating netizens exclaimed one after another, picked up the keyboard and tapped, and all of them lamented that the president couldn't love him.
Xuncuo's special assistant couldn't guess what his president was thinking. He just saw the ashtray full of cigarette butts and piles of wine bottles in the lounge on the inner floor of the office the next day.
Intention: Unique love