Affectionate fake prodigal* deserted and sensitive
Nan Sang once liked someone.
When we meet again, he is still the favored son of heaven, with capital in his hands, and he is in the limelight right after returning home. The crowd is crowded, but his eyebrows are still casual and casual.
Looking at each other, Nan Sang hid his emotions very well and didn't reveal anything. In the eyes of outsiders, they were just acquaintances.
While drinking and drinking, she introduced him politely.
"Hello, I'm Nan Sang."
Lu Yanshi's expression was pale, as if he was looking at a stranger.
One is distant and dignified, the other is reserved and obedient.
It's like there is no intersection.
There should be no difference between the two of them.
So Nan Sang learned to give up early.
No one knew that the edited but unsent text message nine years ago was the end of her seventeen-year-old secret love.
-There was nothing special about that day. Maybe the sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear, which made my heart flutter.
-Lu Yanshi, I don't want to like you anymore.
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Later, the two met at work.
The difference was that there was someone beside her, and when she looked at that person, her eyebrows were curved, beautiful and soft.
Despite the soot burning his knuckles, at this moment, Lu Yanshi, who had always been affectionate and carefree in the eyes of others, felt scared for the first time.
She would never look at him again.
In the dimness of the rainy night, the soaked man pressed her against the wall. His eyes were dark and dark, surging with love as hot as magma. His voice was hoarse, as if he was restrained and forbearing.
"Sangsang, if you don't like me, then who do you like?"
Spanish Translator*Antique Boss
HE. SC
The male protagonist has a private career and is committed to the protection of cultural relics and cultural heritage.
Purpose: Protection of cultural relics and inheritance of national culture