Gentle and powerful old man VS rebellious school beauty
Jiang Chengjun, who held a high position, was once a figure who would shock the whole new island when he stomped his feet. How many rich and powerful girls flocked to him, but they didn't even have the courage to call him by his first name. They could only timidly call out "Mr. Jiang."
Just because those thin and long red phoenix eyes were never stained with worldly desires, he lived half his life without sorrow or joy, like a Buddha statue standing peacefully in the green mountains.
Until he met Ji Minglang, his distant cousin's new wife, he fell into the mortal world for her, and Buddha also fell into madness for her.
"Jiang Chengjun, why don't you die? It's obviously you who should die!"
Ji Minglang stood in the mid-level mansion that had trapped her for ten years, and finally found the opportunity to light up this luxurious cage. She stood in the scorching fire wearing a snow-white lace pajamas, like a suffering angel in an oil painting. At this time, the "angel" smiled cruelly, and she could finally say goodbye to the devil who imprisoned her.
Jiang Chengjun stood outside the fire scene. Regardless of the obstruction of everyone present, he walked to her side step by step, holding her trembling body tightly in his arms. He remained motionless despite the high temperature burning and melting his skin.
"Lang Lang, just let the damned people die. I won't force you to come with me this time."
However, when he opened his eyes again, he fell into an old house. Opposite him was seventeen-year-old Ji Minglang, holding a kitchen knife and staring at him with a pair of big, smart eyes: "Who are you?"
Jiang Chengjun, who fell from the ceiling, looked at the "big pie" falling from the sky in front of him.
"I am your future husband."
Intention: Love life, love yourself, and respect each other to win love.