"What will they think if they know you are my lover?" It sounded like a threat. For the past few years, what Jiang Qing hated the most was Jin Shuoheng's boring words.
"Perhaps we have missed it. Isn't the most basic part of the contract not to be emotional? Young Master Jin" In his eyes, I am a cruel woman.
"Jiang Qing, maybe we can't go on, right?" Tian Zheng, a calm and gentle man, seemed to shine into my life like a white moonlight, pulling me out of the abyss. We fell in love, kissed, got married, fell in love and walked in Paris.
"Marry me, I don't want you to just put on a wedding dress for me in a dream." In Tian Zheng's heart, maybe I have always been that eighteen-year-old girl.
Intention: love
