[Perverse and rebellious girl vs. Surly and sickly young master]
Shi Song first saw Liang Qian'an when he was eighteen years old.
The sickly figure was embedded in the shadow of the lamp. His fingertips were a little scarlet. He smoked heavily and coughed heavily.
Shi Song passed by him with no expression on his face.
At that time, she was an orphan and a prospective fiancée who had been married to her brother since childhood.
At the same time, Liang Qianan raised his eyelids and looked at her slowly.
Her pleated skirt reaches her knees, her skin is very fair, and her eyebrows are low and she looks very well-behaved.
He sneered: "Oh, eldest brother's child bride."
When she heard these words, the hem of her skirt opened up as she turned around. She had an innocent and sweet smile on her lips, but her words were unceremonious.
"Oh, the short-lived ghost of the Liang family."
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Later they met on a rainy night at four in the morning.
Liang Qian'an bit his cigarette butt and sat on the railing, with the rain squelching his face. His face remained expressionless under the light and shadow.
He raised his chin and looked at the girl in front of him with an arrogant expression.
"You want me to be the third son?"
The cigarette butt was crushed, and an unknown smile crossed his lips, which looked particularly gloomy in the foggy rainy night.
"Great."
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Through an unexpected encounter, Shi Song and Liang Qianan had an unspeakable secret relationship.
They tore off their respective disguises and played different roles tacitly during the day.
Shi Song used his help to get rid of the Liang family's troubles and prepared to continue studying outside the province.
Unexpectedly, they met again, and Liang Qianan stood slowly at the door of her school.
At that time, Liang Qian'an was no longer the short-lived second son of the Liang family, but transformed into the sole heir. He was dressed in a tailored three-dimensional suit, which added a lot of nobility and dignity, but he could not hide the bad atmosphere in his bones.
Shi Song propped up his arms and looked at him quietly.
After a while, she raised her head——
"What are you going to do?"
Liang Qian'an looked down at her and smiled. His eyes were affectionate at that moment, and his true feelings seemed to be genuine.
He opened his arms to her: "I'll take you home."
Intention: Believe in love
