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The text has been completed The column "Xiao Jiao Han" in the next volume has been opened. If you are interested, please collect it. As the young son of the Ming family in his later years, Mingheng was born to stand at the top and was known to everyone in the entire Haijing City. At a young age, he was already the dominant figure in the Ming family. He looked aloof and aloof, but was ruthless and cold-blooded in his dealings. Everyone in the circle respectfully called him "Little Fifth Master". After many years, Zhuo Xiaotong still remembers the first time he met this man. He looked at her with lazily squinting his eyes and his arrogance and defiance. He chewed on his cigarette and said in a low and deep voice: "What did you just call me?" 14-Year-old Zhuo Xiaotong stood there timidly, biting his lip nervously: "Fourth brother." The man chuckled. He glanced sideways, put out the cigarette slowly, and narrowed his cold eyes slightly: "You are so big, why don't you call me Fourth Brother? Let's call you Fourth Uncle." From then on, everyone in Haijing City knew that the unfeeling and cold-hearted Xiao Wuye had raised a delicate child. He protected her tightly and no one could touch her, and he really looked like an elder. When Zhuo Xiaotong turned eighteen, Mingheng left Haijing to go abroad to expand her career. The love she had suppressed for a long time that she could not express aloud was also hidden deep in her heart that no one knew about. Three years later, Mingheng returned to China and became even more famous. The Ming family held a homecoming banquet for him. In the shining light, the sleeves of Mingheng's black shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his eyebrows were sharp and profound. He raised his lips and smiled lightly, looked at her and said, "Tongtong, my fourth uncle hasn't taught you to hit people yet, be good, sit there and watch." At that moment, the secret love that Zhuo Xiaotong had suppressed in his heart came to light again. One day later, in a high-end club in the upper class circle of Haijing City, Zhuo Xiaotong looked coldly at the woman hugging him and called his name angrily: "Mingheng, have you had enough?" The box that was noisy just now fell silent for an instant. With a "pop" sound, Mingheng threw away the lighter and looked at her through the layer of smoke. The gloomy boredom in his eyes was undisguised: "Zhuo Xiaotong, where did you get the courage to take care of me?" Zhuo Xiaotong was stunned for a moment and then walked away neatly. Half a year later, in the same club, two people appeared in the same box at the same time. Everyone looked at Mr. Xiao Wu who had not spoken a word all night, and couldn't help but sigh that the little girl named Zhuo was probably doomed. Without the protection of Mr. Xiao Wu, with her age in her early twenties and that eye-catching face, she might not have a good end. Until——Zhuo Xiaotong's shoes were splashed with wine. She suppressed the fire and kicked off her wet shoes irritably, and her small white jade feet stepped directly on the cold floor. Before anyone wanted to see the joke, the next second, Mingheng, who had been sitting in the corner, stood up and squatted on one knee in front of Zhuo Xiaotong in front of everyone's surprised eyes. He took off his coat, patiently wrapped Zhuo Xiaotong's uncooperative feet in it, and placed them on his knees, seemingly helpless: "If you have a temper, you will lose it when you go home. Don't make trouble now. If you catch a cold or get sick, you can't sleep when you go home at night. Are you torturing me or yourself?" Zhuo Xiaotong stared at him and kicked him again angrily. Mingheng squeezed her ankle and sighed regretfully: "Tongtong, let's be fair. If you don't care about me, then let me care about you, okay?" Reading guide: 1. Double c/he, age difference is 8 years 2. I hope everyone enjoys reading the article and reading the article happily. Column pre-collection copy "Xiao Jiao Han": After the liberal arts and sciences were separated in the first semester of high school, class 1 was moved to new seats due to new students. The head teacher set up a study group to improve learning, and Shen Zhiyi, who was first in grade, was "forced" to tutor his new deskmate sister Zhou Shihan. That night, Zhou Shihan drank the milk that Shen Zhiyi brought and ate the rice balls that Shen Zhiyi paid for, and said carelessly: "Shen Zhiyi, do you like my sister?" "So you want to please me and chase my sister?" Shen Zhiyi: "..." After the extra lessons that night, Zhou Shijia came to pick up her sister Zhou Shihan. Shen Zhiyi, who had always been cold and lonely, was standing in front of the door with a frown: "She can't leave." Zhou Shijia: "???" Shen Zhiyi: "I still have one missing class to make up." "What class?" "Ideological and political class." Later, Zhou Shihan, whose grades had always been at the bottom of his class, jumped into the top 50 in his grade. While everyone was sighing, they were surprised and said: "I saw Shen Zhiyi giving Zhou Shihan extra lessons and homework!" People who eat melons: "Didn't the study group end early? How can I still make up for it?" After a brief silence: "Shen Zhiyi really likes Zhou Shijia. She loves Wujiwu. She is about to take the college entrance examination and still has time to help her sister with her homework." Zhou Shijia, who has always taken the blame: "..." A few days later, after the college entrance examination, a group of people went to Shen Zhiyi's house to celebrate with drinks and food. When they were having fun, the bedroom door was suddenly opened from the inside. Zhou Shijia's sister, Zhou Shihan, stood sleepily at the door and shouted angrily: "Shen Zhiyi, your house is too noisy and it affects my sleep." Everyone: "..." Intention: You deserve to love and be loved