Lian Lian Jing Hong

The full text is complete, thank you for your genuine subscription. Copywriting of this article: Gu Tingyan is a young man from a well-known family, an unattainable existence in the study abroad circle. There are many suitors around him who want to strike up a conversation for various reasons, but he has always refused anyone who comes and never gives him a chance. Only once, the study abroad circle organized a skiing activity. Song Qingyu walked towards Gu Tingyan who was sitting in the rest area and smiled sweetly: "Classmate, if you don't want to play, can you borrow a snow pole? My snow pole just broke." The friend next to him seemed to be watching the excitement, waiting for the flower of the high mountain to ruthlessly reject the new chatter, but he saw that he was uncharacteristically handing over his ski pole. The girl took it and smiled brightly: "Thank you, how can I pay you back?" Gu Tingyan: "Leave a phone number and we'll talk about it when we get back to the hotel." Friend next to me:? ? ? Is this really Gu Tingyan? After returning home—— Gu Tingyan attended the dinner party arranged by his mother. When he got there, he found out that it was a blind date party arranged by his mother. When he heard that the other party was a lady from a famous family, he sneered and turned to leave. However, he accidentally looked through the crack in the door and saw Song Qingyu in the box, wearing a white dress and smiling gently. He stopped and turned around. Gu's mother: "Why, you're not leaving?" Gu Tingyan's expression did not change and he said, "Well, I'll listen to you and go on a blind date." Small theater: A long time later, Song Qingyu threw herself into Gu Tingyan's arms and teased him: "So, you fell in love with me at first sight at the ski resort, right?" He smiled and raised his hand to tuck the hair on her forehead behind her ears. She didn't know that she was actually competing in the WCT World Parkour Chase. That day, the wind blew across the side of her face, and it also touched his heartstrings. ｜The flower of the high mountains fell to the altar for love. Sc/he Intention: growth